Chapter 542 Returning with Beauty

At the moment of breaking through to the real fairyland, An Bochen's spirit climbed to the peak again. Every time he breathes, An Bochen can inhale five luck and six breaths from the distant sky thousands of miles away. The breath is so fierce that it has set off a storm and rain thousands of miles of overseas. The power of the fake heaven and earth is like this.

Climbing another mountain on the road of practice, the joy in An Bochen's heart only stopped for a moment. The next moment, his mind flew to Yinjing, and there was a person waiting for him.

Seven days have passed. If you don't hurry up, it will be bad when she wakes up.

An Bochen said goodbye to the overseas immortals, and was preparing to move away.

Looking up, An Bochen saw the morning sun hanging high above the sky and the sea.

The judge of Tiandu is to catch the demon moon, and there is no trace of it, and the moonlight is the refracted glory of the black sun. If it can capture the demon sun as a magic drive, isn't it much smarter than the demon moon?

As soon as his heart moved, An Bochen took a long breath and pinched the printing method frequently in his hand.

When the cultivation comes to the real fairyland, it is reborn. It is very different from the peak of the six heavens. Only the true immortals can deeply understand this feeling.

For example, Taoism, although it still relies on the order of heaven and earth, the Taoism of the real fairyland has been able to change the order, and can be pinched and do whatever you want. Just because the true fairy soul that has survived the demon disaster turns, it can turn into millions of changes, deduce the mystery, and be profied.

The white silk-like firelight overflowed from the pores of An Bochen's whole body. An Bochen was in the martial arts fire, burning brightly, and the gods in the distance were stunned.

The printing method was pinched, and An Bochen opened his arms. Millions of silk-like flames flew up and flew to the morning sun. Like ropes, he made millions of knots on the huge day.

"Brother Ann, what are you going to do?"

Shan Qijun looked at An Bochen in surprise and muttered.

"Is it..." Uncle Fang was stunned and hesitated.

"Yes, he wants to learn from the dragonfly on Longshan Mountain." The man smiled and said that his generation was not lower than that of Longjiuzi. When it comes to the mysterious and powerful existence of Longjiuzi, he did not seem too respectful.

"The Empress of the Day? Brother An, do you also want to refine the Japanese palace, but his cultivation..." Shan Qijun obviously felt a little incredible: "You know, the empress only realized the method of refining like a palace from somewhere in the five worlds in the 170th year of entering the true fairyland. Is it possible that our previous guesses are wrong? Brother An and the Day Empress are also involved?

"Maybe." The man sighed softly and said, "Longjiuzi plays in the world, either dominating overseas, or helping Jiuyuanzhou, or Yinpenglai. No one knows what they are thinking and what they want to do."

The Empress of the White Sun Palace, the dragon nine sons, is also Simajin's master.

An Bochen didn't expect his own whim. He accidentally picked up his predecessor's tooth wisdom. Once he was refined into the Bai Ri Palace, everyone who had insight would think that he had something to do with the Bai Ri Empress, and even invisibly disrupted Long Jiuzi's plot.

"Wow..."

The sound of blowing from the sky is not the sound of the wind, but the sound of the sun.

Hundreds of overseas countries suddenly became hot, and the sinking days were baking the sea and the people in the island.

In desperation, the gods had no choice but to cast their own magic and roll in a cool breeze to dispel the heat of hundreds of countries.

An Bochen stood on the sloping waves and twisted millions of fire wires into a fire rope, like the legendary ancient giant, pulling the fire rope and pulling the giant down.

This kind of Taoism can only be done by people in the Eastern Realm who have practiced martial arts since childhood. The Empress visited the world in the past and also realized this method in the Eastern Realm.

Now An Bochen has broken through to the real fairyland. The Taoist heart is mysterious. He was prompted by the judge of heaven and earth to pull out a round of demon day from the huge sun, but it is also captured by hand.

Although the source power he has has reached the peak of the ordinary fairyland, after all, his entry is very short. His understanding of Xuan Ao is inferior to that of the Day Empress, and the captured demon day is naturally not as big as Master Sima Jin's.

"This... It seems to be too small."

Successfully catching the sun, An Bochen stared at the snow-white demon day the size of three or four people in front of him and muttered to himself.

Although it was not the same as An Bochen expected, it was much smaller than the moon palace of the judge of Tiandu, but the first time the real fairyland barely succeeded, and An Bochen was not disappointed.

With a stir of heart, An Bochen released the Mustang King from the bead chain.

It was hot in the daytime. As soon as the wild horse Wang Fu came out, he was almost cooked. Fortunately, An Bochen's eyes were fast, and an invisible water came out to block the heat for the wild horse king.

"Wild Horse King, would you like to help me with the day?"

An Bochen asked with a smile.

The Mustang King was dizzy at this time. He couldn't hear what An Bochen was saying. An Bochen didn't wait for it to say anything. He grabbed a handful of elixir from the bead chain and stuffed it into the mouth of the Mustang King like beans.

The man and others saw it clearly, all of whom were stunned, and then cursed in their hearts. An Bochen also gave them some of these elixirs, which were very precious, which made the man and others grateful. Today, he knew at first sight that the most worthless in An Bochen's eyes were actually those rare elixirs in the world.

I don't know how many elixirs were swallowed, and the breath of the Mustang King kept rising. When he reached the critical point, An Bochen stopped feeding the medicine, reached out and patted the horse's head, introduced the essence fire, and transformed the meridians and internal organs of the Mustang King.

After the three-pillar incense time, the muddle-headed Mustang King opened his eyes, and the fire rose in the horse's eyes. Its rank was also suddenly promoted from a strange horse to a strange beast, which was equivalent to a real world.

With the source power mysteriousness that An Bochen has now, it is not impossible for mortals to become a real person in an instant. However, it is only a pseudo-real person to become a real person by external force. The realm is a real person, and the strength, Taoism and mystery are not even comparable to the divine master. It doesn't matter to the Mustang King. With the protection of An Bochen, the Mustang King does not need to fight with people.

The Mustang King obviously knew the changes that had taken place on it. He looked at An Bochen gratefully, then raised his hooves and hissed into the day.

An Bochen made a dozen prohibitions in a row to avoid the burning sun breeze for the Mustang King, and then turned over and rode on horseback.

One person and one horse, soared on the waves of the sea, and the day wrapped them in it. As they rise, they gradually become the shadow of sunlight and integrate into hundreds of millions of sunshine. Even the true immortals can't easily see through them.

The overseas gods were atonished. After a moment of discussion, they dispersed one after another.

And not far away in the sky, on the huge * magic drive of the dragon body and crane wings, two scholars-like men were stunned.

"Mr. Sun... He ran away."

For a long time, the young man in black said stunned.

"I know." Known as Mr. Sun, the little old man with a big belly and a red face clenched his teeth.

"Actually." The young man in black thought about the wording and said carefully, "Actually, after he broke through just now, we can go to him."

"How can this work? It's not polite!" Mr. Sun waved his long sleeves and blushed. He didn't know whether he was angry with An Bochen or himself: "Don't you see that he is casting a spell? How can we interrupt others recklessly? How impolite!"

"courtesy, courtesy." The young man in black sighed secretly, but said nothing more.

In the hearts of the older generation of chemists, etiquette is as important as the ancient inheritance. If it is lost, it is disrespectful to the ancestors.

When he came to the central world, he saw many things that he had never seen before. The belief of the young man in black was a little shaken, but he still respected the consistent persistence of the older generation of gas refiners.

"I think this person has a very good relationship with the monks here. It's better to find someone to find out where the man's fairy residence is, so that we won't run around again."

Mr. Sun said, pulling up the man in black and walking back to drive.

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Yinjing, Baili capital is no longer as lively as it used to be. The heavy snow has stopped, but the cold smell has not yet dissipated.

The immortals lived in fairy mansions, gathered three or two, drank cups, frowned, took a sip, and said two words, one by one.

Six days ago, the Yin Dynasty was under martial law, and a large number of immortals poured into Yinjing from cities and counties. Today, Yinjing is full of people. There are thousands of immortals above the four heavens, two hundred thousand in the six heavens, and nearly a hundred at the peak of the six heavens. There are four true immortals, Prince Yin, the flower fairy, the old man of the yellow sky and the judge of heaven.

Such a powerful position is only to deal with one person. That person may be the peak of the six heavens, or it may be a true immortal.

Even if it is a real fairy, if he wants to break through such a terrible situation, I'm afraid it's a fantasy.

But everyone knows that the man will not come.

A young fairy took a sip of wine and looked through the window lattice, shooting in the direction of the palace.

He said that he is young, but he also has more than 300 years of Yuanshou. He is also young in immortals, and he has not passed the age of the teenager Mu Ai.

There is a Kowloon platform at the head of the palace. I don't know which immortal's magic weapon it is. The breath is the peak of the six heavens. The white skirt on the Kowloon stage flipped over, and the sleeping woman was tightly tied to the height of the pavilion. Nine long dragons roared around her and glanced around her with vigilance.

I don't know how many sighs have come from the fairy mansions. The female official Sima is magnificent. It not only makes the prince and the prince and the prince of the national master turn around and think about it. As long as he is a male fairy in Yinjing City, he will fall in love with her.

No one expected that the good disciple of the Daytime Empress, the Sima female official of the Three Dynasties, was actually the remnants of the Eastern Realm.

There are also rumors that the guest Qing surnamed An, who stirred up the Yin Dynasty, was her lover.

For the immortals who will never forget, the battle on Long Street is still amazing to this day. However, even if the "Ankeqing" has broken through to the real fairyland, he can't take the Sima lady away from the eyes of the five real immortals and full-city immortals.

But who will abandon such a woman? If it were most immortals in Yinjing, I'm afraid they would also save the beauty for the sake of the Sima lady, regardless of life and death.

Therefore, today's game is a dead end, waiting for the dead end that makes Gun An Keqing.

The afternoon sun gradually became hot.

The sun shrouded over Yinjing City. Almost in the blink of an eye, the immortals in the city looked up and saw a round of day appear at the head of Yinjing City.

"It's the master of the Sima lady!"

"The Empress of the Japanese Palace is back!"

"There's going to be a big mess..."

Yinjing became lively, and the immortals were talking about it, and they all stared nervously at the day at the head of the city.

It didn't take long for them to come to their senses.

The Empress's day palace is so huge and full of smoke. It is only the size of the sun in front of her, and there seems to be a horse hidden in it.

"It's him!"

The sharp-eyed fairy saw the silver-gun Pegasus An Bochen at a glance. Before long, the Yinjing immortals's heart beat faster, but they knew that the drama was about to be staged.

At the head of the palace, Prince Yin, Zhang Qi, Hua Xianzi, Yan Lao, Huang Tian and the judge of Tiandu also raised their heads and looked at An Bochen, who came to control the day, with different faces.

Shilongke and Hu Liu Niang took the remaining guests in the second mansion, as well as the immortals at the peak of Liuzhongtian, lined up in the city, waiting for the prince's order to kill them.

The dragon picker always stared at the ground and didn't know what he was thinking. Hu Liu Niang looked at An Bochen with great interest, and her eyes were shining.

Yinjing's two mansions competed with each other, and An Keqing stirred up trouble, involving several masters at the peak of Liuchongtian, which killed them, which made the Yin Dynasty, Hejie and the Kui Dynasty. At the border of the Three Dynasties, in the past few days, there were frequent private fights with real immortals.

The ban on killing became loose as early as six months ago after the remnants of the Eastern Territories strangled the coalition of the Three Dynasties. During the period when An Keqing stayed in Yinjing, it was completely torn to pieces by him.

With no killing ban, the chaos of the Three Dynasties was on the verge of breaking out.

All of this is because of two people. One is the Sima lady who has now become a hostage, and the other is the mysterious strong man who has not yet known his name.

Now, only by killing him can he bring back a little face.

"Have you broken through to the real immortal?"

In the imperial city, Prince Yin suddenly laughed and asked.

"Nonsense."

An Bochen didn't bother to pretend to be a color and said coldly.

Suddenly thinking of something, An Bochen's voice turned: "Yes, thank you for the magic weapon of the seven princes and the prince's Fumo elixir. If it hadn't been for you, An would not have been so smooth."

The atmosphere of Baili Yinjing suddenly condensed.

The sky is full of white clouds, and the sun is bright and beautiful.

The pavilions and pavilions in the city, Xianfu Baozhuang, have lost the leisure and fairy flavor of the past.

Zhang Qi's face stiffened and said nothing. He had vomited blood once. No matter how harsh An Bochen's words were, he had to hold on.

And Prince Yin narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at An Bochen, and then said with no expression, "Don't you know yet? You haven't come back today. What's the point of saying these words?" Don't you want her anymore?

With that, Prince Yin pointed to Simajin on the Jiulong platform.

At this moment, the woman in a white gauze skirt moaned and woke up leisurely. She happened to hear Prince Yin's last question, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"No, I'll give it to you."

To everyone's surprise, An Bochen said lightly.

A petite shadow faintly appeared on the long street, outside the third princess's mansion.

An Bochen laughed loudly, stopped looking at the direction of the palace, and turned his head and flew to the Third Princess's Mansion.

The mutiny happened, and the whole city was silent, and the Yinjing immortals only felt that it was extremely absurd.

That An Keqing actually fell in love with her. He didn't want the Sima lady, but fell in love with the third princess instead?

The woman on the Jiulong platform seemed to recall something. She was no longer in a trance, and her face gradually turned pale. She lowered her head to look for Prince Yin and shouted, "Big brother..."

Big brother...

Prince Yin's face changed dramatically. Zhang Qi also came to his senses and looked at the "Sima Jin" above his head in disbelief. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The sun rose in the sky. An Bochen picked up the "three princesses" and put them in front of him. Under the gaze of the immortals in Yinjing, he flew away with a smile.

It was not until the woman on the high platform was washed away by the sun, revealing the original face of the third princess that the immortals in Yinjing City reacted.

It turned out that long before the incident, Simajin used her transfigurement to change her and the third princess.

It was not Simajin who was arrested, but the third princess. As for Simajin, she pretended to be the third princess and swaggered under everyone's eyes for seven days. In these seven days, no one doubted her.

Under the repeated blows, the immortals of Yinjing were disheartened. There was no idea of chasing the two people. Even if they chased them now, I'm afraid they can't catch them.

There are only three princesses. She is still standing on the Jiulong platform, standing on tiptoe, looking at the two distant figures, and saying something.

"It turns out that the story is true."

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(Two chapters in one, I have something to do today. This volume is over. It is estimated that there will be one or two volumes left. It will be very busy in July. There is less free time every day. You can save it later to fatten.)