Chapter 563 Walking Lantern

After dusk, in the dead of night, the lights are shining, which is just a beautiful scenery.

The people of Liusha Kingdom have known that the national division of Lianchi Kingdom was defeated by the general under the quasi-congover's son-law. The enemy retreated for 30 miles and had withdrawn from the border of Liusha. The capital was peaceful. Therefore, tonight's capital city is particularly lively and noisy. The streets and alleys are brightly lit, and the shops reopen, ushering in the joy of sending all from the heart, just like the night of the Lantern Festival.

Under this colorful balance, who will know that their king and those who have the power to save their fate are in the middle of the capital at this time, in the palace like a crawling giant beast, sinking and struggling in time.

An Bochen applied a stealth method and walked in the market. He looked calm and not in a hurry. It didn't look like going to save people, but as if he was walking.

"Sir, this is for you."

A smiling girl ran out of nowhere, carrying a walking lantern and handing it to An Bochen.

There are people coming and going in the night market. Men, women, old and young, scattered monsters, no one can see An Bochen, but only this girl with a cinnabar mole in the middle of her eyebrows can see it.

An Bochen stopped, took over the horse lantern, then bent down and touched the top of the girl's head, smiled gently and said, "Thank you, little girl. Where is the person who gave you the lamp?

The girl shook her head with her fingers in her hand. The cinnabar mole on her forehead gradually faded and finally disappeared.

"Huh? Where did the people go? It was still here just now.

As the cinnabar mole fell off, the girl could no longer see An Bochen. She squeezed her lips and looked around, and then lowered her head and walked into the crowd.

"Point a eyebrows and cinnabar for mortals, and then open her the heavenly eye, or the heavenly eye of the true fairy rank."

An Bochen stared at the horse lantern and said to himself, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to the horse lamp in his hand.

There are eight sides of the walking horse lamp, each of which is the same handsome and vigorous horse, with different shapes.

Under the gaze of An Bochen, the horse lamp danced without wind and began to rotate. The eight pictures of fierce horses were connected at the beginning and end, and the shadow of the lights was like the wind. Gradually, there was only a galloping horse, running with its head held high and its mane like diarrhea, which made An Bochen faintly see the shadow of the Mustang King in the past.

The horse lantern is like a shadow. This is a thing to send children, and it is not even a trick.

An Bochen looked at it in a trance, as if he had found some rare treasure. Every time he meditated, or smiled, he completely forgot the purpose of his trip.

"Bang!"

Maybe because the horse lamp rotates too fast, the wick inside bounces on the paper lamp surface.

"Whey!"

The horse lamp burned in the hands of An Bochen, and the galloping horse also hissed in pain and was struggling in the fire. Just as it was about to be swallowed up by the fire, a man appeared. The man stretched out his white jade-like hand, slapped the flame, rescued the fierce horse, and then looked up at An Bochen with a smile at the corners of his mouth.

fierce horses and men, they appeared in the half-burned walking horse lamp in An Bochen's hands, and the broken walking horse lamp seemed to lead to another world.

And An Bochen stood in the night market of the capital of Liusha.

The world in the horse lamp, the world outside the horse lamp, clearly appears in front of An Bochen, but it takes An Bochen as the dividing point and is also the intersection point.

An Bochen shook his head and smiled and sighed, "Your Excellency is so bold. Since you are mysterious in front of the enemy, are you not afraid of the details, or are you not worried about me finding your flaws?"

The man in the horse lantern turned over and rode on the horse. He looked at An Bochen from afar through the horse lantern, but it seemed to be across thousands of mountains and rivers: "I can't see through this mysterious ao that you can see through, let alone find the flaws, because it is the mysterious that I have in my next life."

An Bochen asked, "Then why did you use a horse lantern to appear mysteriously in front of me, but you want me to retreat when I know it is difficult?"

The man in the lamp laughed again and said, "If you retreat, won't I come here for nothing?" I came all the way to the country of Liusha, but I didn't want to catch one or two mortals.

"Oh? Then you want to destroy my confidence with this, so that you can take the lead in the next battle. An Bochen said.

"You finally guessed it." The man in the horse lantern stroked his hand. His figure was so light that he could only see his shape clearly, but not his figure.

An Bochen sighed, let go of his hand, and threw the horse lantern to the ground: "The monster kings of the sand sea are really aggressive. I saw your voice attacking east and west, avoiding my eyes and ears and raiding the capital of the Liusha Kingdom. I also said that you were a brave, resourceful and insightful person, but unexpectedly, as soon as we met, I wanted to put An as a sworn enemy, and I had no idea that I was being used by the dragon king. The king of eight faces, but that's all.

"Oh." The man in the lamp, that is, the Eight-faced King, smiled softly: "There is no need to sow discord. How can you know what benefits Ao Gui has promised us? Besides, what's your ability? Ao Longjun has told me all about it. You are also an unknown first-class person in the world. However, it has only been five years to break through the true immortal. How can you compare with me?

While the eight-faced king spoke, the horse lantern was still falling. When he finished his words, the horse lantern still did not reach the ground.

From the palm of An Bochen to the bluestone slab of Long Street, the four-foot distance between them suddenly became long and far away, and the falling horse lanterns never seem to fall to the ground.

An Bochen knew that from this moment on, the battle between him and the Eight-faced King officially began.

Maybe when An Bochen got the horse lantern, he had fallen into the trap of the eight-faced king.

As for when, An Bochen does not know that time is a plaything in the hands of the eight kings, which can no longer be used as An Bochen's own yardstick.

The beautiful scenery of Liangchen was at the right time, and the wind swept the long street lantern fans.

As soon as An Bochen closed his eyes, he was watching. The lively and prosperous night scene of the Liusha Kingdom was like cotton wool in the wind, flying farther and farther away from him. And An Bochen himself continued to sink down until he entered the world of horse lanterns.

There are eight sides of the horse lantern, and each side seems to have only the wall of the wilderness mountain world. An Bochen stood on the barren mountain, and the wind pulled his clothes. Everything seemed familiar and strange.

"Speaking of which, I'm really curious about your true face."

An Bochen stood on the barren mountain and said to the wind: "Your Excellency is called the Eight-faced King. You seem to have recognized this title yourself, but if the creatures in the world have eight faces, what kind of strange will they look like... It must be more strange than the three-headed and six-armed appearance.

"Giggle..." There was laughter from the sky, which was heroic, flamboyant, feminine and charming. The Eight-faced King seemed to have a good temper. He was not angry in the face of An Bochen's words and humiliation. Instead, he showed his eight different voices to his heart's content: "An Daoyou, if you can only play with your mouth, your end will be the same as your companions... .”

The voice of the eight-faced king fell, and a silver light flashed across the sky. The trajectory was like the Tiandou stars running from south to north, which not only cut through the long sky, but also tore the eight walls of the world.

An Bochen still maintained the posture of the previous moment, standing quietly on the barren mountain, without even touching the long gun hanging on his back. But this shot was obviously stabbed by him with innocence, with eight changes, which destroyed the world of horse lanterns in one shot.

The speed and change of this gun have almost reached the limit between heaven and earth. The gun is not fascinated, and the Taoist is extremely heavenly, and it is stabbed out with one shot. Unless the cultivation is higher than An Bochen, it will be destroyed.

Raising his feet, An Bochen stood at the Long Street Night Market again.

The horse lantern finally fell to the ground, "Kick" cracked into pieces, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into smoke and disappeared in the world.

This horse lantern is obviously the magic weapon of the eight-faced king. It has been cultivated and refined by the eight-faced king day and night. Thousands of years later, it has also broken through the rank of true immortality, but it has been stabbed and destroyed by An Bochen. For the Western Sea Demon King, who lacks magic weapons, it is definitely a heavy blow that he can't imagine.

"It's so cold!"

"Ah, why does it get cold in a while?"

"Quickly go back to the house..."

The leisurely people on the street all curled up, greeted each other in surprise, packed up their things one after another, closed, and went home. Gradually, the capital of Liusha calmed down, leaving only a few pedestrians in thick clothes hurried away.

The anger of the monster king of the real fairyland is enough to make winter and summer season, thousands of miles of snow, thousands of miles of ice, and people in a country can freeze to death in an instant. Fortunately, there was also An Bochen, who released the martial fire, offset the cold anger of the king on all sides, and saved tens of thousands of people.

"It cools down as soon as you get angry. Is it that your real body is some kind of monster in the cold zone?"

An Bochen walked on the uninhabited long street in Liao, facing the black palace. He asked while walking, but he said casually, as if he didn't care much about the answer to the question.

"What a fast gun."

The voice of the Eight-faced King came from a secret corner, spinning and erratic, with cold hatred and deep fear in the voice.

"It's good to know. My gun is almost out of time, so for me, your Xuan Ao is broken with one shot, which is no different from a paper tiger. An Bochen continued. After staying with Simajin for a long time, his heart did not grow old, but became young. His tone was more casual and unrestrained than when he was a teenager. Of course, it is undeniable that the joke he deliberately told was still as cold as ever.

Suddenly, something came to mind. An Bochen smiled and said, " By the way, you said that Ao Longjun had told you my skills. Why did you make a mistake? Could it be that Ao Longjun didn't say everything?

The gasp from the depths of the palace became heavy, a little like thunder, which scared the people of the city to close the doors and windows one after another.

This time, An Bochen finally heard it.

A purple light aroused in his eyes. An Bochen's right arm seemed to shake, and it seemed to swing with the rhythm of his footsteps.

However, the gunman, who was faster than Shicai's shot, crossed the sky and drew a "ten" between the sky and the earth to seal the palace.

The appearance of this gun really seems to be beyond time.