Chapter 561 The Battle of True Immortals, The Secret of Mountains and Seas

The scattered cultivation of the Liusha Kingdom, including the ancestors, were immersed in the snow at dusk, and it was gradually difficult to extricate themselves.

More than a hundred disciples of Yuanjing Sect, who rode strange beasts hovering over the palace, also showed an obsessive look on their faces and were in a trance.

Li Xian, Princess Xisha and Li Xiaoguan also fell into the strange snow scene.

Yan Xiaodao resisted for a moment, and then his expression became dull.

In the Liusha King's Palace, only Ao Ba is still awake.

It snowed heavily all over the sky, and the snow fell extremely strangely. There was scenery, sound and fragrance. The next time is endless. The more snow, the thicker it accumulates, and the more time backwards. It seems that I want to seal the ice of the whole sand country in this backflow time.

Ao Ba stood in the center of the palace, with rushing flames up and down all over his body. The flames were purple, as if brewing something.

In the water mirror, Dian Kui, who was standing on the hillside on the border of Liusha Kingdom, did not know when he stopped burning thousands of troops, but stood still like Ao Ba, allowing the wind and snow to fly the cloak. The whole person's momentum was pursuing the unity of heaven and earth, and silently accumulating momentum.

"An, you underestimate your opponent this time."

I don't know whether it's helplessness or gloating. Ao Ba's face showed a complex wry smile, which was fleeting.

When the purple fire burned to its peak, Ao Ba rose up and shook his body. A real dragon wrapped in a purple flame appeared in the center of the palace. The dragon's eyes were as bright as beads, and the dragon's mouth was chanting a curse.

After a moment, the magnificent momentum like rushing to the sky emanates from the real dragon. The purple flames are like stars shining, flying in all directions, burning an inch of the void every inch flying out.

As the fire spread, time finally stopped flowing back and was fixed at dusk one day.

The twilight was few, and the sun was thin. The stiff and dazed people woke up one after another. They all looked at the sunset glow in the sky. When the blanks in their minds were filled and gradually recalled what happened, their faces showed uncontrollable panic.

Time is against the current. At that moment, they are involved in the endless backflow of time, and it is difficult to stop.

Although it is now saved by Ao Ba's casting spells, there is a strange feeling in everyone's hearts at the same time, which is so strange that people's hearts are frightening. They only feel as if they are trapped in some kind of maze and can't get out no matter how they go.

"Godfather, what's the matter?"

Li Xian, who woke up, hurried to Ao Ba.

Everyone turned their eyes to Ao Ba, including the ancestors of the quicksand country. Although the ancestors of the quicksand country are much older, they can talk about the mystery of Taoism. After all, they are far inferior to Ao Ba, otherwise he would not have easily fall into the current of time.

From the dragon shape to the human form, Ao Ba stood upright, gasping for breath, and looked so solemn as if the sky was about to collapse.

"If I'm right." After meditating for a moment, Ao Ba slowly said, "It's the first ancestor in the legend of Xiliuhai. The eight-faced king is here."

The voice fell, and a burst of cold inhalation echoed around the palace. Before, everyone was still in a panic, but now everyone is frightened.

The reason why legendary demon kings such as the Eight-faced King are famous to deter the Xiliuhai is not that someone has seen their skills, but because they only exist in mysterious legends that are not far away. From the older generation to the younger generation, they have long been deeply rooted.

Now this hand is against the current of time, which makes everyone in the country of Liusha suddenly recall the legends of the eight-faced king, and the fear in his heart is more and more hysterical.

"How can it be? Isn't he dealt with by General Dian? General Dian can't deal with it, and there is also Anshi..."

Li Xian shook his head and asked in disbelief.

Ao Ba's expression was uncertain, and he smiled bitterly for a long time, "So, it was An's mistake this time. The other party's scheming far exceeded his expectations. Knowing that the thief captured the king first, he even knew our arrival, so he directly crossed the Dian Kui and came to the palace.

"Is he coming?" However, after Li Xiaoguan heard what Ao Ba said, he shivered. He quickly raised his head and glanced up and down. He didn't care to maintain the previous leader's manner. He gasped and said, "Brother Long, where is he?"

I heard that the Eight-faced King had come. For a while, everyone was in danger. The people of the Liusha Kingdom and the disciples of the Yuanjing Sect were nervously staring at all directions and looked restless.

At dusk, birds do not fly, the wind does not flow, and people are alive, but everything seems to be dead, leaving only living people trapped in sealed time.

The applause came from the closed time, sometimes mixed with bursts of laughter.

The palace was suddenly silent.

"It's worthy of Ao Gui's son, but he can find a mysterious one." The voice of the speaker was soft and erratic. When it sounded in the palace, it was like the sound of the piano echoing in the vast snowy mountains and valleys. It was ethereal, silent, indifferent, and full of extraordinary fairy flavor.

"Are you the king of eight faces?" Ao Ba put away his usual cynical look and asked proudly. At present, he has become the backbone of this group of people in the palace.

"It's called so by outsiders. If Prince Ao Ba is happy, he will call me uncle." The voice of the Eight-faced King became softer and softer, and he was a little like a woman.

At this moment, everyone can hear that the relationship between the Eight-faced King and the father of Ao Ba is extraordinary. With Ao Ba, he is more sure to get out of danger.

However, Ao Ba did not respond. He knew better than everyone that the eight-faced king came to the Liusha Kingdom, including Lianchi, Jinding and other monsters. Behind these, there must be the figure of his father Ao Gui.

Xiliuhai has long been a battlefield that is difficult for mortals to see. The two sides of the battlefield are their biological father Ao Gui and his ally An Bochen.

One is allied with the powerful monsters in the Xiliu Sea, and the other wants to turn the countries in the Xiliu Sea into his own place for soldiers and generals. With different purposes and means, it is inevitable that disputes will arise.

Ao Ba chose An Bochen, which does not mean that he will fight against his biological father. The reason why he is like this is that he is not willing to this endless loneliness. He wants to join the future war of heaven and earth, more because of the secret plan of the exiled dragon clan.

Therefore, even if Ao Gui and An Bochen fight, it is not life or death. On the contrary, they have known each other for a long time, and they have the intention to eliminate the gap and continue the relationship. This game, regardless of life and death, only competes for the high and low. If we really work together in the future, there will also be a difference between the strong and the weak.

At the golden dusk of the palace, Ao Ba was silent and scolded An Bochen in his heart how he would let the eight-faced king enter the palace of the capital quietly.

At this moment, the gentle and clear voice of the Eight-faced King sounded again: "The years are annoying, and time is like a shuttle. It's a pity. If time stagnates from now on and does not give you the expectation of tomorrow, don't struggle for the future from now on. From now on, day and night, year after year, life, enjoy the beautiful scenery of this moment, and be at ease, won't it happy?

The voice of the eight-faced king is full of inexplicable magic, and it seems that a beauty is taking a bath, full of seductive demagogy, spreading all over the palace.

Gradually, there were many disciples of Liusha Guosanshu and Yuanjing Sect. Their faces became dull, with a fool's smile on their faces, as if they were immersed in a certain illusion of eternal health and happiness.

There was a chill in his back, and Ao Ba didn't care about thinking about An Bochen anymore. He twisted his crotch and turned his waist, stamped a step heavily, and shouted harshly in his mouth: "Oh! Don't hit his magic!"

The thunderous sound of dragons spread all over the palace, breaking everyone's fantasy.

He stepped forward and took two steps. Ao Ba raised his head and searched for the eight-faced king who didn't know where he was hiding. Then he sneered and said, "You are a real immortal, the ancestral demon king of Xiliuhai. It's too self-depraved to come here to tease us! Your opponent is not here, in the Longmen inn on the Outer Street of the Palace!"

As the words fell, the disciples of the Yuanjing Sect showed their joyous faces, and their faces were full of fiery, but they all remembered their brother, the legendary leader, who was full of magical power.

And the people of the Liusha Kingdom are also slightly excited. In their opinion, the double halberd general in the water mirror is powerful enough, and the real dragon Aoba is even more powerful, but he is not the opponent of the eight-faced king. Now they know that there is a more powerful figure in the camp of the son-in-law, who has also come to the Liusha Kingdom, and they can't help but be full of expectations. After all, whether it is Yuanjing Sect or Liu, there are not many surprises brought to Liusha.