Chapter 562 The Battle of Immortals, the Secret of Mountains and Seas

"Cluck..."

The ambiguous laughter slipped from the dome of the palace, the voice was delicate and charming, and everyone was stunned at the same time.

From the appearance of the Eight-faced King to now, his voice has always changed, sometimes like a straight man, sometimes like a gentle gentleman, and now it is like an affectionate woman, which usually enough to arouse people's curiosity, but now it is more and more chilling.

However, when many people think of the title of the eight-faced king, if they have something to understand, it may be because of the eight-faced king that makes him look different all the time.

"Prince Ao Ba, I think in your father's face, I wanted to let you go alone, but now it seems that it's not necessary." The eight-faced king who couldn't see where he was said with a smile, "You seem to be determined to advance and retreat with these mortals. You said that I didn't care about my superiority and inferiority, and asked me to find the man in the Longmen Inn? Haha, he saw that you were trapped here, but he was greedy and afraid of death. He didn't come to save them. It's okay if I don't see such a person.

The voice of the eight-faced king fell, and the people of Yuanjing Sect were still the same. On the contrary, the people of Liusha showed an unnatural look one by one.

"Humph, what are you talking about? How can my brother be afraid of you? If he doesn't come, he will definitely cut off your dog's head!"

Li Xiaoguan straightened his waist and pointed to the top of the hall and scolded.

"That's right, what are you proud of?" For the first time, Li Xian and Li Xiaoguan had a common language and echoed.

Ao Ba didn't say a word, and his palms sweated slightly.

From the beginning to now, he has been secretly sacrificing Taoism, trying over and over again. He wanted to connect with the outside world, but he could not succeed once. His fear of the Eight-faced King was a little deeper in his heart. Ao Ba has a profound inheritance. Naturally, he knows that the true immortal is to control the void and mysterious, and the mysterious immortal can control the mysterious aura of time and space. The mysterious aura mastered by this eight-faced king is clearly time, which can turn back time. Ao Ba can be said to be unprecedented. If it was not really impossible, he would have thought that the eight-faced king is a mysterious immortal.

Even if it's not Xuanxian, this eight-faced king is terrible.

An Bochen is also very strong, but after all, it has only been five years to break through the true immortality, which is not as good as the eight-faced king who has dominated one history after another in the Western Liuhai.

When the two really fought, Ao Ba was not sure that An Bochen would win.

Another thing that makes Ao Ba particularly vigilant is that he is not even sure that his father Ao Gui will be able to control the eight-faced king. No matter where it is, everything is based on strength. If Ao Gui can't suppress the eight-faced king, the eight-faced king may not necessarily act according to the plan, then it is possible that the blade will really see the blood and fight to the death.

"You seem to have confidence in the person who has always refused to show up."

The voice of the eight-faced king sounded again, and this time it was a middle-aged man who sounded like a bell.

Ao Ba, Li Xiaoguan, Yan Xiaodao and Li Xian and others felt that a cold look passed by, as if the sharpest blade in the sky cut their hearts.

"In this case, I have to do something to you to make him appear."

Hearing this, Li Xiaoguan, who had been holding his head high and unyielding before, shivered. He hesitated for a moment and saw that there was no fear around him. Li Xiaoguan had to close his eyes and hold his head high and wait for the upcoming killing in his imagination.

The killing did not come. It came with a bell.

A very crisp bell, from the front of the sun clock outside the palace.

"I didn't want to hurt you so much that you can enjoy the happiness of time. Since you all said so, in order to attract that man, I have to bring you into the fear of time until he appears.

The voice of the Eight-faced King became light and ethereal, as if it was far away.

Everyone in the palace should have felt gratified, but somehow, after realizing that the Eight-faced King had completely left, everyone felt a little uneasy, as if they had suddenly lost some kind of dependence. After all, their time was controlled by the Eight-faced King.

"Move, move!"

A disciple of Yuanjing Sect exclaimed with joy.

The birds began to fly, and the flowing clouds continued to flow. At dusk, the sunset fell, and the sky gradually became dark and dark after blooming the last gorgeous brilliance of the day.

Everyone also cheered and rejoiced, celebrating that time finally continued to move forward, and completely forgot what the Eight-faced King said before he left.

Only Ao Ba stood in the center of the palace, frowned, and looked up at the last twilight.

"That eight-faced king is really horrible, godfather, let's go and inform the teacher quickly."

Li Xian came over and said to Ao Ba.

"With his ability, how can he not know?" Ao Ba said lightly.

"It's true." Li Xian nodded and then said, "After signing the agreement with the king of Liusha, we will go back to the inn."

"You boy, don't you feel something is wrong?" Ao Ba closed his eyes, felt it quietly, and then asked.

"None." Li Xian shook his head.

He opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Ao Ba glanced at the busy people around him, and then sat cross-legged: "I'll stay here tonight."

Li Xian still wanted to persuade him, but he saw that Ao Ba had closed his eyes, performed a stealth, and quietly stayed in the hall. Li Xian had no choice but to turn around and leave.

The moon is sinking in the west, and the sky turns from black to white. A day full of twists and turns soon passed.

Ao Ba meditated all night. When he opened his eyes, he frowned deeply.

What he was afraid of and worried about still happened.

He looked over the pavilions in the palace and fell to the boudoir of Princess Xisha. Ao Ba saw the dead Prince Pauline, who was pestering Princess Xisha endlessly. Then Princess Xisha and Prince Baolian fought. Li Xian appeared and killed Prince Baolian, and then the Blood Shadow Master appeared and kidnapped Li Xian and Princess Xisha... The same thing happened in front of Ao Ba yesterday. Even if he is a dragon fairy who already has the peak cultivation of the six heavens, he still can't stop sweating at this time.

In a short time, the scene in front of him was staged until Li Xiaoguan pretended to be angry, and Yan Xiaodao and Li Xian came forward to dissuade him.

Ao Ba stared nervously, because he knew that according to the course of yesterday's events, it was his turn to appear.

Sure enough, with laughter, Ao Ba strode into the palace.

Step into the threshold of the hall, and one foot has not yet fallen. Ao Ba's arm trembled and looked at himself in a trance.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he has changed from a viewer to himself in yesterday's process. The feeling of a trance hit his heart. Ao Ba involuntarily, as if he was being held by a reins, playing his own role according to the development process of yesterday's incident.

When Ao Ba reacted, the day had passed.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day... In this infinite reincarnation time, I don't know how many days have passed. Ao Ba is struggling every day and night, wanting to do the opposite of that day and wanting to deviate from the event process of that day, but every resistance will eventually end up returning to the original process of the event in a trance.

Gradually, fear appeared on Ao Ba's face. Although he was still talking and laughing, deep in his eyebrows, there was hysterical fear.

Not only Ao Ba, but also everyone, the king of the Liusha Kingdom, the ancestor of the Liusha Kingdom, Li Xian, Li Xiaoguan, Princess Xisha... They are all trapped in endless cycles of time. They are in a trance all day. They will suddenly understand at every moment, but in a moment, they will become in a trance again. The depths of their pupils are full of fear, but their faces are full of expressions that cooperate with their respective characters, like an empty and pale mask, repeating the story of that day day.

In the endless cycle of time, people are like dolls. In the end, even the immortals of the six heavens will become puppets, playing with time...

......

At the corner of Fangta Street, in the Longmen Inn, An Bochen raised his eyelids.

It took less than half a column of incense for Ao Ba to leave and go to the Liusha King's Palace.

"How can a real immortal master the mystery of time?"

Simajin sat opposite An Bochen and thought hard.

At the moment when the Eight-faced King appeared in the Liusha Kingdom, An Bochen had noticed it, but he did not expect that the Eight-faced King would be the first to attack. Before An Bochen found him, he trapped the crowd in his sealed time. In other words, it was equivalent to hostages in his hands.

"It's me who underestimated the monster of the western flowing sea." An Bochen said, "No wonder Ao Gui will come to Xiliuhai thousands of miles away to find these monster kings as allies."

"Yes, it's careless this time." Simajin rarely smiled bitterly, and Yubai's hand fell gently on An Bochen's arm: "Actually, as long as you take me with you go, I can help you find out his weakness."

"No." An Bochen shook his head and said firmly: "You don't have to take risks for him. In addition, if I can't even beat a real immortal in this remote western flowing sea, what qualifications do I have to compete with those true immortals in the center of heaven and earth? These five years are equivalent to a waste. Not to mention the restoration of the eastern boundary, even Tianzhai may not be able to break through.

Simajin had already guessed that An Bochen would say this. He smiled faintly and did not insist: "Well, have you ever found his flaw in the half column of incense just now? You know, if you delay a moment, those people in the palace will have more than one day. Sooner or later, they will lose their wisdom and sink completely.

"I haven't found the flaw for the time being. With my new trick, I'm not afraid of him." An Bochen said and got up, with a green shirt flying without wind, and a silver gun was simple and unpretentious: "However, I found a secret. These eight-faced kings, or the monsters here, may be related to the empty ruins we went to three years ago.

Sima Jindai frowned slightly and turned to unfold: "You mean, mountains and seas?"

"Yes." An Bochen took two steps and then stopped: "The monsters in the West Stream Sea, including those strange people in hundreds of overseas countries, may be related to the place that used to be called Shanhai. I met the three reincarnation snake arrays in the gentlemen' countries of hundreds of overseas countries, and the time of these eight kings is mysterious, and the cycle is also like reincarnation. There is no connection between them. From the eight-faced king, we can't get some clues, and then get closer and closer to the secret we are looking for.

Simajin's beautiful eyes flashed brightly, and she nodded and smiled, "That's right."

She looked up again, and An Bochen's figure had disappeared in the seven-story Longmen Inn.