Chapter 627 Enlightenment of the Underworld

"Return to the island, a good name."

An Bochen withdrew his eyes and nodded.

The so-called ninety-nine to one should not have been explained like He Jiu. For An Bochen, it should be ninety-nine missing one.

The number of days of the week is nine and one is missing.

Since An Bochen realized Zhou Tianxuan'ao, he has tried his whole life to seek the missing one.

After returning to ancient times, An Bochen and Simajin were at ease, learning from the idle clouds and wild cranes, practicing a little slackly, and they have not been free to seek the missing one in this era.

Now, on the top of the vast waves of smoke and waves, under the glow, An Bochen looked at the ninety-nine islands in the distance. Hearing He Jiu's words, he suddenly felt it in his heart.

"Good land, good scenery. Jiuxiangu, I wonder if I can also take a tower as a cave?

An Bochen pointed to the floating tower in the sky and asked Xiang Jiu.

He Jiu hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked at the direction of the head of the Nether Religion, as if he was hesitant. Waiting for her to respond, An Bochen laughed and flew away. In an instant, he stepped on an empty steeple.

"Esbyterian An..."

He Jiu opened his mouth and didn't say anything after all.

She had a deep understanding of An Bochen and Sima Jin, and she was dissatisfied at the bottom of her heart. She just wanted to leave as soon as possible and return to her island to practice.

"Master, please resign."

She saluted deeply in the direction of the master. He Jiu was about to leave. At this moment, her heart suddenly beat.

A chilling breath came from the top of her head behind her, which should not have appeared in the Underworld.

"Enemy attack!"

He Jiu shouted out.

Not only her, but also the Nethers who hide in the back, left and right, all of them appear in their shape, either sacrificing swords or treasures, pointing to the top of their heads.

It is naturally An Bochen who makes everyone feel hysterical and afraid.

Between the red light and blue clouds and thousands of glows, An Bochen stepped on the top of the suspended tower with one foot, and the other foot hung out of thin air, like a white crane drying wings. A faint light leaked out of his arms and flowed into a circle, and there were countless light flashes surging in the circle, like the dark current under the night, which could be faintly seen, but counted. Inexhaustible.

Gradually, those dark flowed into a big whirlpool.

The extremely dangerous breath came from the whirlpool in An Bochen's arms.

He Jiu and the followers of hundreds of immortals stared at An Bochen in a daze, and then a look of shame flashed in their eyes and withdrew the magic weapons one after another. He Jiu's face was blushing, and he couldn't wait to find a hole to get in for her "enemy attack".

It was not until this time that He Jiufang really confirmed that this evil man's cultivation strength was far above himself.

It was a simple white crane to hang its wings, which was actually interpreted by him like the arrival of an ancient demon god. Standing there, there was a thrilling breath, but he couldn't figure out when and where he would attack, or not.

This feeling is so sad that I want to vomit blood.

"Your husband really has some skills."

I don't know when Simajin and the leader of the Nether Sect have moved to the 100-storey church hall in the center of the island and walked on the long and straight slope of Huabiao. The slender and cold female leader said so.

"Sister, don't praise him. His ears are very smart. If he had a tail, he would definitely go up to the sky after being praised by his sister. Simajin took the master's jade arm affectionately and said with a smile.

It seemed that she intended to cooperate with her words. An Bochen, who was standing on the top of the tower with one foot, raised an extremely imperceptible arc at the corners of his mouth, which happened to be seen by the Nether Lord who raised his head.

The beautiful female teacher was stunned. There was a trace of envy in her eyes behind the mask. She smiled and said, "My sister and your husband really complement each other. They are a natural couple."

Hearing the female teacher call her sister, Sima Jin was secretly happy and did not hide it on the surface. She smiled happily, which seemed that the city was not deep.

"It's his good luck to be liked by me. A woman like me who has no pursuit and only knows how to live a confused life, it's okay to find a reasonable man. It's not like the master's sister. I don't know where the man in the world can be seen by my sister. Simajin said as she walked.

"You are a real fairy. You don't pursue it. When you say this, you make those male immortals who are not as good as you in heaven and earth." The female master glanced at Sima Jin and said, her eyes were slightly gloomy: "Actually, if you want to become the head of the Nether Religion, you must be clear-minded and practice alone for the rest of your life. In this way, it can not only prevent the underworld from being entered by people with bad intentions, but also practice wholeheartedly. In addition, my Nether religion seems to have always had such a curse, but all the masters are often like their ancestors, it is difficult to overcome the situation.

If any child of the Underworld is present and hears this from his master and a woman who is new to the Underworld, he will be stunned and can't believe his ears. These inner words, let alone strangers, have never heard of even the most beloved believers in the Underworld.

However, Simajin has such a ability.

With a cold face, she is beautiful all over the world. Once she becomes enthusiastic and lively, she can make anyone like her and become a confidant. For example, the Empress of the Day Palace that year, the third princess of the Yin Dynasty, and today's Netherworld goddess.

After some testing, Sima Jin has found that this master is definitely a lonely but affectionate person, and he is not too old - for the immortals in ancient times, only when he is over a thousand years old can he be called old.

"My sister is already the head of the Underworld, and she is born charming. It is normal that no man dares to come to my sister. However, once my sister finds her best, she will be one of the best in the world. Simajin's voice became sweeter and sweeter, and the female leader's eyebrows glowed with a faint pink glow.

"This matter will not be mentioned again in the future!"

Just as Simajin was about to do what he liked and continued to talk about his daughter's private words, he suddenly became cold and stiff when he heard the voice of the female master.

Simajin looked at the female master in surprise and was secretly shocked. She turned her face so quickly, which was completely beyond her expectation.

"It's okay not to talk about it. We women practice, but we look for the eternal Changchun, the face is the same as heaven and earth, and we are not inferior to men. Simajin's mouth became equally fast. Looking at the female master, she saw that she was looking at An Bochen at the top of the tower in the distance and frowned slightly.

Although the female priest's city is not deep, she is not very easy to guess.

Simajin said in his heart.

"My husband is the kind of man who is desperate to practice. He must have been attracted by the prosperous atmosphere of the Underworld, and his heart was enlightened, so he practiced regardless of the occasion. Simajin said.

"It doesn't matter. No wonder you have broken through to the true immortality at the age of 200. Only by practicing like this can we achieve this achievement. The female patriarch nodded slightly and said, "However, your cultivation is still far from the real top masters in the world. And your identity is very unusual, so I won't be allowed to leave the island in the future. Those two major forces, if you send a mysterious fairy, they can capture you.

Simajin was shocked when she heard this, but she didn't expect that the female leader could judge the age of her and An Bochen just by her eyes. You should know that even if she practices to the true fairyland and meets a strong immortal, she can't judge the real age of the other party just by looking at it.

It seems that the ability and magic power of Xuanxian are indeed far beyond that of Zhenxian. From then on, you must be cautious on the Nether Island.

Walking on the long stage of Huabiao, Simajin thought to himself that he was more and more looking forward to Xuanxian, and at the same time, he was dissatisfied with the words of the female leader.

Dissatisfied, Simajin did not show it.

In the future world, An Bochen and Simajin are the strongest. However, in ancient times, An Bochen and Simajin can only be regarded as ordinary strong.

On the other side, An Bochen in the red clouds also withdrew his "eyes".

Although he and Simajin have cooperated in this way more than once, this time they are facing the top three forces in the ancient world. An Bochen still dares not be paralyzed by the mysterious and unfathomable female leader of the Underworld.

Surrounded by red clouds and green clouds, An Bochen's arms opened to close, and then put his hands together. He suddenly looked up at the sky and shot out two blue lights in his eyes, like two pillars connecting the sky.

An Bochen had some feelings before, and what he felt was the missing one in the way of Zhou Tian, the end of the ninety-nine numbers.

Earlier in the future era, An Bochen had realized this mystery. Apply the missing one to his momentum. Ninety-nine is like a mountain and a mountain, and the missing one is the flaw in his momentum. In the future, every time he encounters the enemy, An Bochen only needs to brew his momentum, and he can defeat the enemy without fighting.

That's the mystery that An Bochen realized before the true immortal.

Now that An Bochen has broken through the real immortals, he will face his opponents who are more powerful than him. It is useless to rely on momentum alone.

It is only an expedient measure to support Nether Religion. With the help of the power of Nether Religion, you can safely spend less than a hundred years of the last time of heaven and earth, and break through Xuanxian with its resources. But the breakthrough of Xuanxian is difficult and difficult. Although Simajin has set a ten-year period with the Lord of the Underworld, it is also uncertain. If he can't break through to Xuanxian, or fails to break through Xuanxian for a long time, An Bochen does not want to be at the mercy of others.

Zhou Tian Xuan Ao, once you fully understand, you will be invincible in Zhou Tian.

The number of the week is ninety-nine, and there is a lack of one.

An Bochen came to the ancient times and cultivated with Simajin in the Yinyang Mountain for half a year, at ease. The so-called way of practice, An Bochen has been relaxed for half a year, and now he has come to the Underworld Church. Once he understands the Tao, he is naturally psychic with five senses. He observes the sky and the earth, and gets a lot.

However, what An Bochen wants most is how to use the missing one in the ninety-nine of Zhoutian to restrict Xuanxian with the power of true fairyland.

This is not a leap overstep challenge.

At a low level, An Bochen may occasionally be able to cross the level and kill his opponent, but when he comes to the real fairyland, An Bochen clearly knows that as the strongest Xuanxian, he can pinch himself to death with one finger. Ants and people, no matter how powerful ants are, can only be trampled to death.

What An Bochen wants to do is to become an ant that can leverage Sunday to check and balance.

Floating in the void, stepping on the red clouds, and shooting at the sky, An Bochen breathed and fell into the senses.

Around him, on the shadowy flying towers, one or two unfathomable breaths flashed from time to time, floating through An Bochen, but they were the immortals of the Nether Religion, and they also began to be interested in An Bochen.

And on a sea a thousand miles away from An Bochen, a man, flying freely, is driving a flat boat to the Underworld.