Chapter 564 Rescue

An Bochen's gun stabbed out with the word "ten", and the shadow of the gun crossed the sky, which also blocked the escape route of the eight-faced king living in the palace.

The eight-faced king also knew that his breath was locked by this gun and could not avoid it, so he simply gave up.

At night, the huge and dark palace seems to move, but the direction it moves is not left and forth, nor up and down, but along a strange route and gradually moving away.

An Bochen saw at a glance that it was the eight-faced king who was exerting his circular time, moving the Liusha King's Palace for a time transition, from the present to the past, or from the present to the future. Once the palace escapes from the current time, even if the speed of An Bochen's shot can really exceed the time, there is nothing he can do, because time is boundless and difficult to find.

At the critical moment, An Bochen turned the gun head upside down, innocently followed the previous direction, and stabbed backwards on the same trajectory, and the speed was also amazingly fast.

At the moment when the silver gun returned, between the sky and the earth, thousands of streams of light burst out of An Bochen's palm and formed a line with the brilliance of millions of stars, like tens of millions of river waves splashing up, which is spectacular, but it can be seen with the naked eyes of extraordinary people.

The first shot is straight forward, regardless of time or space. And An Bochen's stabbing is not only a stabbing in space, but also a stabbing in time.

The speed of An Bochen's second shot is much faster than the first shot. The stabbing back on the same trajectory directly offset the first shot.

Neither of these two shots happened. In other words, time returned to the time before An Bochen's gun.

"Hung!"

The sound of guns resounded through the world, as if a big bell was ringing.

The flowing sand king's palace, which had gradually disappeared, became clear again and appeared in front of An Bochen.

"How can this be!"

The surprised voice of the eight-faced king came out. He never thought that the back of this new to the real fairyland had also mastered a little mysterious time.

Gradually, the eight-faced king regained his composure: "So it is. You actually use the positive and negative power of the gun to reverse the time."

An Bochen hung his gun on the ground, looked at the palace from a distance, and said with a smile, "Your Excellency has lived in the west for a long time. I don't know the outside world. Saying a bad word is like a frog in a well, sitting in the well and watching the sky, thinking that the well mouth is the sky."

The eight-faced king was silent, and An Bochen continued, "You don't know that most of the true immortals in heaven and earth have begun to explore the mystery of time. If you are at your level, there are a lot of people here.

In the dark night, one person and one palace were facing each other. The monster in the palace was silent for a long time and finally said, "What you said is unreasonable. The time is profound, and how many people can realize it at will? The reason why I can master it in the real fairyland is because..."

Speaking of this, the eight-faced king suddenly stopped.

"I only used it for five years to master it." An Bochen laughed and said, "How do you explain it?"

"Hmm." The tone of the Eight-faced King showed that he was quite unconvinced: "You are using brute force! If you practice speed beyond time, you can naturally turn back time. Although you can turn back time with a gun, it's just a gun. You know almost nothing about the mystery of time!"

"The way of the gun is the way of heaven, and the tens of millions of roads are repaired. Later, the way of time is the same."

An Bochen was too lazy to explain anything to the Eight-faced King, and hurriedly said.

What the eight-faced king said is against common sense. In fact, it is because the birth of the Heavenly Palace. Those immortals were beaten back to the true immortals, and their status declined. In the struggle with the later true immortals, the mysterious secret of time was revealed, so that the immortals in this world have been able to reach some mysterious realm of the mysterious immortals in the realm of true immortals.

The way of heaven is like this, and the general trend is difficult to reverse.

It also shows from another side that in this world that has declined for millions of years, Taoism will flourish.

"It is the way of heaven over and over again..."

An Bochen whispered in his mouth, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he suddenly thought of.

Before the next sentence was read out, An Bochen's third shot had been stabbed out, and he still couldn't see him take action. He walked on the road to the royal palace covered with Yuehua. The gunmen above his head tore the night cloud veil. With An Bochen's step by step, hundreds of huge gunshots were lined up in the capital of the rapidsand country.

Each spear is as huge as a mountain, rotating in the thin clouds under the goose yellow moonlight, surrounding the palace where the eight-faced king was hiding.

Before the gun came out, the murderous atmosphere had swept through the sky, and even the battlefield was shaking. Those fierce soldiers controlled the crane car under them and looked down in surprise.

Somewhere outside the sky, the two-headed Xuanwu with a turtle's back and a dragonfly tail stands on the side of the Tianhe River. This Xuanwu is so big that it can be said that it hangs over the sky and dominates the sea, which is as big as the Dongyue mountains of the five towns and seas in those years. On the back of Xuanwu, there happened to be a mountain peak. On the peak, the palace undulated, the martial arts arena in front of the palace was murderous, and from time to time, strange-looking immortals flew out.

Xuanwu is one of the most powerful monsters in ancient times. Even if it is passed down to today, the mana of the descendants is difficult to survive, but it is still comparable to the existence of real fairyland immortals. It is really an incredible thing to be able to recover a Xuanwu and control it as a slave. It is enough to show that the strength of the master in this palace has reached one of the best in the world.

As for the owner of this palace, he is indeed one of the best anti-kings in heaven and earth.

The green smoke is curling, the sound of the piano is continuous, and a great man with long white hair is wearing a Chinese robe, wearing a golden crown, drinking dark red wine, and looking at the dazzling woman playing the piano.

"Good gun."

The anti-king praised.

Your Highness, the generals and ministers were puzzled and at a loss.

It was not until the half-pillar incense that the dull Xuanwu Fang trembled, and the palace in the mountain was also shaking.

The gun alone can shock the nine mountains and shake the mountains. If this shot is stabbed out, the consequences can be imagined.

All the ministers in Dongyue can be shocked in the eyes of their colleagues.

As if he knew what everyone was thinking, King Dongyue, who was sitting in the middle of the hall, smiled and said, "He was just so scary. He never dared to shoot this shot. This gun has reached the extreme of the gun, and it often destroys the continent and destroys the sea... It's less than two hundred years."

Speaking of later, the voice of the King of Dongyue couldn't help but be a little gloomy, as if a cold wind was blowing from the north, and the ministers in the hall were as cicadas.

Everyone knows that King Dongyue has a bad temper and is moody, especially when he is jealous.

"My concubine, your prophecy in those years still counts."

Looking at the figure of the woman playing the piano, the king of Dongyue muttered to himself.

What shocked this gun was not only the King of Dongyue, who was still outside the sky. Under the nine heavens, in the depths of the hell, on the land illuminated by the ice blue moon, there were also people holding their heads high.

"Zilong, if you are in the same realm, you use guns. How many battles can you fight?" The man with Xuanjia painting halberd asked.

The general of the silver-made pear wooden gun stared at the gun in his hand for a long time and lowered his head: "His opponent is you. You should ask yourself this sentence."

"His gun has reached the point where I can't see through it, fortunately. He may not be able to understand my current halberd. Lv Fengqi's tone was not discouraged or eager to try. Today, he, the uncrowned king of hell, has been able to be flattered. Two hundred years ago, the cold king of tigers and wolves who was dedicated to pursuing Taoist skills has long disappeared.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Li Zilong thought for a moment and said, "He has been hiding his name for so long. He has been hiding for so long, and suddenly stabbed such a shot. Who is he looking at?"

"Anyway, it won't be us." Lv Fengqi said, "However, it's time to remind him who is the real master of Kuangqi."

......

An Bochen turned ten thousand shots into ten thousand guns. The gun carried the power of destroying the world, but it was suspended and did not let go. The pressure was directed to the eight-faced king hiding in the palace.

If you can exert such power with one shot, there may be many real immortals who can do it. They may stab out tens of thousands of guns. There are few and few guns that can do, and they can maintain the gun force for so long, not stab out, not fall back, and maintain such a gun situation over and over again, and there is almost nothing.

It was not until a column of incense passed, and the Eight-faced King did not speak again. An Bochen, who broke through the strength of the real fairyland for five years, was far beyond his expectation.

Standing in front of the palace, An Bochen's eyes crossed the palace wall and fell on all sentient beings trapped in the time trap.

Put the gun away, draw the gun, and then draw the gun.

An Bochen's three movements were completed in one go.

If you want to save everyone under the eyes of the time controller of the eight-faced king, you can no longer be as casual as before.

The time cage set up by the eight-faced king for everyone is a cycle of the day. From the accident to the present, I don't know how many days have passed in the palace. An Bochen didn't know the mystery of time, and he didn't dare to stab the palace to break the time cage with a shot. He was afraid that he would be inad and harm everyone. Therefore, you can only use a stupid way to go against the time of the palace and stab back with a shot until the time flows back to synchronize with the time outside the palace.

An Bochen looked solemn, standing outside the palace and stabbing back, constantly repeating.

This kind of gun whose speed exceeds time is not as simple as it looks. Each shot is extremely exhausting. Before long, even with An Bochen's immortal body, two or three beads of sweat appear on his forehead.

Until now, the Eight-faced King has not made a sound, as if it had disappeared. But An Bochen knew that he was still hiding in a corner of the palace and was always ready to escape or fight back.

An Bochen seemed to have the upper hand at this time, but because his gun was too domineering, he was forced to fight back.

But after all, the eight-faced king is an old immortal. How can his real strength be only this?

While rescuing the people trapped in the palace, An Bochen was careful to prevent the eight-faced king from suddenly appearing and caught him off guard.

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The night was long, and the bright moon began to slide westward, and the day was about to pass.

But in the palace, the same day of nine hundred and thirty-seven times is about to begin.

Princess Xisha stood in the boudoir with a blank face.

Li Xianshan came late and looked dull.

Li Xiaoguan's eyes were straight, and his body was no longer trembling, but he was already numb.

Even Ao Ba gave up resistance and walked from the Longmen Inn to the palace in the afternoon, which was like a puppet.