Chapter 569 Long Jun

After saying this sentence, Lv Fengqi finally completely put down the idea of relieving the siege for An Bochen.

Standing overseas in the west, looking at An Bochen in the western sea, Lv Fengqi only felt that he had known each other before. He faintly saw a vague figure. Two hundred years ago, he rose from the leaning tower in Da Kuang, and his hand bladed the demons spread the world.

"What you want is the name of generations, and I just want the world of this life."

Lv Fengqi said to himself like this, and the memory stopped abruptly.

The vast sea, rolling waves, the dead are like Sifu, and there are countless changes in the world, not to mention just one person.

"Go on with the order." Lv Fengqi did not look back and said, "When the man falls, send troops to the west. I really want to know why he chose here.

"Yes."

Hua Fei said angrily.

With his eyesight, it is difficult to clearly capture An Bochen's figure in the breath of the seven immortals, but he can already roughly know the end of An Bochen, and it is inevitable that there is some regret in his heart.

Lv Feng couldn't take action. Who can block the seven real immortals who are about to set foot in the Xiliu Sea for him?

At this time, in the flowing sand country and even the huge western current sea, ordinary immortals and real people did not know what had happened. They only felt that tonight's night was particularly low, the clouds were as heavy as mountains, and the air seemed to be emptied out, making them extremely suffocating.

Those who are close to and more than the six immortals can feel the strong and domineering atmosphere. When they pass by themselves, it is like a blade pressing the wheat light. As long as they sink slightly, they can easily harvest their lives.

An Bochen, who is at the front, feels the most real feeling.

The owner of these seven breaths is far away on the other side of thousands of mountains and rivers, and he released his breath in an instant to explore the situation of the master of merit. An Bochen is also a real immortal. If he generously accept this merit, the seven real immortals and he will not offend a powerful true immortal for one in three thousand merits. Naturally, it will be over. However, An Bochen unexpectedly resisted merit, which made the seven real immortals see the opportunity. At this time, he took action and killed across the void. Perhaps he could kill An Bochen with the help of the resistance of merit, and then fight for the ownership of merit.

The moment the seven breaths left, An Bochen clearly felt that they had changed from ordinary breaths to murderous gas.

The murderous spirit of the real fairyland is often turned into the mountains and the sea.

When the seven strands of murderous gas left, the western sea seemed to be an earthquake. The mountains and rivers trembled, the dark clouds covered the moon, and the clear air did not rise and the turbid atmosphere did not sink.

At this moment, An Bochen clearly noticed that more than 20 scattered practitioners and monsters in the sky were rapidly fleeing out.

Even the six heavens know that in a blink of an eye, there will be seven true immortals crossing the void and coming to the western sea, not to mention An Bochen.

A burst of purple light flashed in his eyes, and An Bochen sacrificed thunder beads one after another. It was not until the third thunder bead fell that he reluctantly trapped the glorious virtue in innocence. He wanted to completely refine it into innocence, but it took a lot of effort.

An Bochen's innocence was originally only nearly 3,000 catties. After being sealed into merit and Lei Zhu, the innocence suddenly had a weight of more than 70,000 catties.

This weight is just a piece of cake for An Bochen, and his fingers can move, but for ordinary immortals, it is a thankless weapon.

Cracking the mystery of time, preaching and establishing martial arts, and trapping merits, An Bochen made three amazing actions in a row overnight. Even if he was a real immortal, he consumed more than half of his vitality.

Suspended in the air, An Bochen refined his merit while looking at the Longmen Inn not far away. The faint figure behind the window was making some gestures to him.

An Bochen smiled and withdrew his eyes.

Simajin asked him to escape and temporarily avoid the edge.

This is undoubtedly An Bochen's wisest choice at the present.

But An Bochen has just preached martial arts tonight. The way of martial arts is indomitable. If An Bochen escapes in front of all creatures in the sky and earth without fighting, he and the martial arts mysterious ao that has just been established will become a joke.

"Quick!"

The shadow of the hand is flying, and An Bochen melts the virtues quickly. With the help of the power of Lei Zhu, An Bochen is about to melt this virtue.

But at this moment, the air not far from him suddenly fluctuated. Then, there were empty corridors in all directions, and the unfathomable breath came out of the empty corridor and rolled towards An Bochen.

True immortals, play with the void and mysterious, blink and close your eyes and travel thousands of miles away, effortlessly.

It only took three or four moments for the seven real immortals to come back from the faraway places where they were.

The timing they chose was just right. It was also the time when An Bochen trapped the meritorious virtue, but it was not melted well, and it was also the most fierce time for the meritorious resistance.

"Zhou Tianmeng Shu."

An Bochen said in his heart that his left hand pinched out the big hand seal of dream art, and his right hand was still melting the virtues quickly.

The reason why he is not afraid of the attack of these seven real immortals is that he still has the last trick to press the bottom of the box.

However, tonight belongs to martial arts. It is more or less a pity to use Zhou Tianmengshu instead of being innocent to the enemy.

Seven mysterious immortals from all regions of heaven and earth did not take action immediately. They either were invisible in the wind, or they wandered between the empty corridor at a speed that the six immortals could not see, observing An Bochen, and also secretly wary of each other.

They are obviously more interested in An Bochen than each other.

The young immortal in the remote western sea seems to be very strong, and what he does is very puzzling.

Curious, they came here thousands of miles away, not to see how An Bochen melted his virtues.

Just when An Bochen was still a little short of being able to melt his merits and virtues, the seven true immortals took a step at the same time.

In the face of this pressure that can almost destroy any existence in the world, An Bochen raised his head and raised his eyebrows, and the seal of his left hand was about to be released.

A purple light cuts through the night sky.

This purple light did not come from An Bochen's left hand, but also passed through the empty corridor over the Liusha Kingdom, but it came first and stopped in front of An Bochen before the seven real immortals.

"It's a dragon!"

The capital of Liusha is destined to be sleepless tonight. Although the people can't see the true immortals who come and go without a trace, they can also find that the big things are not good from the uncontrollable fear in their hearts.

However, when the purple dragon appeared and swam through the sky, the fear in the hearts of the people of the Liusha Kingdom disappeared in an instant.

In the history of Xiliuhai, the greatest legends are all related to the real dragon.

When An Bochen was about to besiege seven true immortals, the man who had played an important role in An Bochen's youth finally appeared.

Long Jun Ao Gui, protected An Bochen with the purple dragon body, shocked the seven real immortals, and then turned into a human figure, with a feather crown and a silver robe, and a dragon gun in his hand.

"Real dragon?"

A real fairy hidden in the empty corridor peeped at Ao Gui in surprise and seemed to be surprised to see the trace of the real dragon. What surprised him more was that the real dragon still had the cultivation of a real fairyland.

"Hahaha..." An Bochen raised his head, looked at Ao Gui in front of him, and let out a bright laugh: "Long Jun, you are finally here. It seems that the cooperation between An and your father and son is inevitable.

"This is not exactly what you want to see." Long Jun Aogui did not look back and said lightly, "Also, if you want to cooperate formally, you have to save your life first."

Although the two are old acquaintances, it is not a pleasant memory. It is rare to stand here and talk.

"Of course." An Bochen said that he took a step forward and stood side by side with Ao Gui. He danced a gun flower and pointed to the seven real immortals around him: "I have refined this merit. Thank you for coming to support me. I don't know if you plan to stay and drink a glass of thin wine?"

An Bochen's posture is not at random, but a lot of knowledge.

Although the gunshot in his hand only pointed to one side, it gave the seven real immortals around him a wonderful illusion that he only thought that he was the young real immortal gunman.

In addition, An Bochen's whole sky was round and flawed. He was motionless. None of the seven real immortals dared to move first, for fear of taking the first attack of thunder.

"Hahaha, it's worthy of being the originator of martial arts. Such attainments are really amazing." Before long, a real fairy took the lead in breaking the silence. He appeared from the wind and shadow. He was a blue-browed old man, riding a nine-headed monster and nodded to An Bochen as he spoke.

Seeing the other party's goodwill, An Bochen also gave face and bowed his hand with a smile.

"The old man usually has a lot of friends, but he doesn't know that there is such a great power hidden in the western sea. I'm ashamed." Another true fairy appeared and said with a smile. The man wore his hair and put a bamboo sword in his back, which looked a little depressed.

An Bochen looked at the man carefully and suddenly smiled and said, "Isn't you a Kunlun wine fairy? The old man once mentioned your Excellency and admired him very much.

When Kunlun Wine Fairy heard the words, he also made a refusal, but his face was quite complaed.

Since the Xuanxian of Jiuyuanzhou was frustrated in the Heavenly Palace, and most of them were beaten back to the real immortals, the real immortals have been respected between heaven and earth. The number of true immortals is rare, but there are only a hundred, and it is common to know each other.

An Bochen talked and laughed and made friends with four of the real immortals.

This kind of friendship can only be regarded as a nod friendship at most. If there is a dispute over interests, you will still fight to the death.

But tonight, the seven real immortals no longer cared about the merits in An Bochen's hands.

Once An Bochen's strength was suppressed, and Ao Gui was on the side. Secondly, the seven real immortals also recovered from the excitement of seeing merit. They are all the best in the world, and who is willing to make wedding clothes for others in vain?

"An Xiaoyou has also been to many places, but unfortunately he has never been to Kunlun. If you are free another day, An Xiaoyou can come to Kunlun to find me for a drink.

Kunlun Wine Fairy said and took the lead in saying goodbye.

The remaining real immortals also left one after another.

An Bochen always smiled and said goodbye one by one. He couldn't see that it was not full at all.

Ao Gui turned his head and looked at An Bochen with a strange light.