Chapter 643 Simajin's First Time

When the goddess dropped the knife, An Bochen looked sideways.

Of course, An Bochen did not go to see how good and strong the swordsmanship of the goddess general was. What he was concerned about was the seal made by Simajin.

When the seal was just finished, An Bochen only felt a breath of motionless and anger coming out of Simajin's body. The original fingerprints of the Buddha were ordinary, but when they were pinched out by Simajin, she took her new understanding of stability and collapse, and her momentum was different.

This feeling is as if the world and the world are portrayed into an ancient scroll. Although it is majestic and majestic, it only exists in the scroll, and there is no dynamic existence, which makes people feel extremely depressed.

However, when the goddess dropped the knife, Simajin's fingerprints were loosened.

The way she let go was not according to a certain rhythm and rhythm, like the fingerprints of ordinary fairy gods, but an irregular and extremely disorderly collapse.

This feeling is like the original conventional things, such as order, which have been followed for thousands of years and have become a habit, but they have been broken and turned into clouds - this is a feeling that makes anyone, including immortals and demons, extremely panic.

When Simajin's fingerprints collapsed, the goddess shocked her heart, her eyes were messy, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if the top of her head was under the heavy pressure of thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Bang!"

The Qingyue side knife was broken into countless pieces under Sima Jin's white and tender jade. A brand-new power that seemed to overturn the world spread from Sima Jin's body, making her look like an ancient goddess coming, with a charm that represents the way of heaven.

The blood flashed, and Sima Jin took off the goddess's head and threw it into the sea. By the way, he hit his yuan god bullet to ashes and smoke.

"How about it?"

Sima Jin smiled, clapped her hands, and looked at An Bochen with a touching look, as if the little girl had done an unexpected thing and asked the adult for a reward.

"Not bad."

An Bochen stroked his palm with a smile.

"It's really good." Another burst of applause came from behind An Bochen, and the voice was gloomy and made people shudder.

The man's face was blue, his hair was raised, and his face was gloomy. He held his arms and suspended on the sea. His aura was far beyond the scope of the underworld, as if the whole North Sea was just his seat, or a pool of water in his back garden. Such a figure, such a mysterious fairy, can be counted with one hand even between heaven and earth in this era.

"How did you do it?"

Wang Zishan looked at An Bochen with an unusually strange look. His gloomy face and strong aura had exposed his murderous intention. However, before killing An Bochen, Wang Zishan really wanted to get that answer.

He was obviously practicing, but he fell asleep inexplicably. He obviously blocked the way of An Bochen and Simajin, but the two of them crossed him and came to the underworld.

Wang Zishan was surprised, and An Bochen was also a little surprised. He was surprised that the big underworld fell silently. The means of the person who designed this conspiracy layout was still above An Bochen's imagination. Anyway, at this point, in order to save his life, An Bochen could only do his best to save the defeat for the Underworld.

"Red brush, let's go!"

Sweeping at Simajin, who was still, An Bochen said.

"But... Why don't I join hands with you to fight him!" After Simajin killed the goddess in one move, she was high-spirited. Although she saw too many other people's battles, especially An Bochen's, when it was her turn to fight for her own, it was difficult for her to grasp the difference between fighting spirit and confidence. Although her fighting spirit was strong, it was not enough to make her win.

"Your mysterious first success can kill your peers, but you can't use it at all in the face of a strong man like Wang Zishan. Come on! Go and inform the Qinger Master first!"

An Bochen almost roared out.

Originally, he was going to ask Simajin to go to the West Sea to find Wang Ziyue. He went to Tiangong to find the Qinger Master. After all, the danger of going to Tiangong is far greater than the West Sea. However, at this time, he went to find Wang Ziyue. Wang Ziyue was dedicated to the Qinger Master. He would only save the Qinger Master and sacrifice An Bochen and Simajin, so An Bochen had to let Simajin take risks to Tiangong.

An Bochen doesn't want Simajin to take risks at all, but now, there is nothing else he can do.

Simajin, who was calm, also knew that her stay would only cause trouble to An Bochen. If she was given another year and a half, she would realize the great success of Xuan'ao. Even in the face of Xuanxian, she was sure to fight side by side with An Bochen, but now she can't.

"I'll go!"

Simajin suddenly shouted. In front of Wang Zishan, she took out the square flag that Wang Zishan had given to the two people from her arms. She saw that Wang Zishan's face changed slightly. Simajin knew that this flag could indeed take her to the Heavenly Palace, so she no longer hesitated and offered the flag order.

"Bold!" Wang Zishan suddenly got angry when he saw this, but he didn't expect that the square flag given by him and the snake was used at this time.

"Whey!"

The sea rose and piled up like a mountain behind Wang Zishan. With the spread of anger in Wang Zishan's eyes, the water in the North Sea turned into molten slurry, sticky and burning, surrounded Simajin from all directions, trying to interrupt her spells.

"The immortal spares his life!"

"The immortal spared me, Beihai Aquarium!"

......

There were waves of howling and begging for mercy from the bottom of the sea. As the sea was all emptied by Wang Zishan, an endless huge pit appeared in front of An Bochen, which was inside the North Sea. ** There are large and small palaces and caves in the huge pit. Many strange-style Donghai people flew out of those palaces and caves and knelt down to Wangzi Mountain in an attempt to get Wangzi Mountain to put down the hundreds of millions of seawater in the North Sea. But in a blink of an eye, their begging for mercy turned into a howling, and a hotter molten slurry came out of the huge pit-like seabed, chasing so many sea water that had turned into molten slurry and shot at Simajin.

Not only did it empty the water of the North Sea, but even the water spring at the bottom of the sea was also absorbed by Wang Zishan.

The North Sea has become ruins, and there is no sea water, leaving only a bare pit. In this kind of Beihai, it will take at least two or three thousand years to recover. If Wang Zishan let the North Sea be abandoned for two or three thousand years, he is bound to become the public enemy of the world's aquarium and suffer from heaven. However, Wang Zishan is not afraid at all. He is Xuanxian. Xuanxian has the mystery of time, and there is one in his time mystery that can make time reach 3,000 years in an instant under his arm.

The right arm bombarded the molten slurry melted by the water of the North Sea, and the left arm flashed the bright light. In an instant, Wang Zishan made the North Sea full of water again, and his killing move had also been bombarded to Simajin.

The power of Xuanxian is the great power of the world. The melting pulp contains great power, which can kill an ordinary immortal a thousand times. At this time, Simajin's square flag order has not been completely sacrificed.

Before, An Bochen didn't take action when Simajin's goddess was fighting. He wanted to give Simajin some opportunities to fight. At present, if An Bochen didn't take action, Simajin would die.

"Hung!"

It flew out innocently and went straight to the sky like a silver dragon tumbling in the molten world.

An Bochen held the innocent in front of Sima jin, and the initial gun stabbed out, which also sent out the power of the Xuanxian he obtained on behalf of Zhou Tian.

"Boom!"

In the confrontation between the two forces, An Bochen flew down more than 20 feet. Wang Zishan did not move at all, and his eyes flashed with astonishment. Obviously, he didn't expect that An Bochen could block his blow and be safe. Taking advantage of this, after Simajin's sacrifice of the flag order, she looked at An Bochen, gritted her teeth, and flew into the square flag.

"No wonder you can cut off the head of Wang Ziyue. It turns out that your strength is comparable to that of my generation of Xuanxian."

Wang Zishan sneered and said, "However, it's ridiculous that Wang Ziyue was defeated by you. He wasted too much time and talent on women."

Having said that, Wang Zishan's eyes and expression showed that he was not big. For the opponent in front of him, An Bochen in the real fairyland, Wang Zishan was obviously very cautious. With the lesson of Wang Ziyue, how could Wang Zishan want to make the same mistake.

"Do you know how she and I crossed you to the underworld?" An Bochen held a silver gun in his hand and suspended it in mid-air. He casually drew a circle with his left hand and asked Prince Mountain.

Without Simajin, An Bochen can let go of his hands and feet. Although in the face of Wang Zishan, which is not careless at all, An Bochen is only 20% sure to escape.

The circle drawn by his left hand seemed to be extremely casual, but falling in the eyes of Wang Zishan made his eyes sharp.

An Bochen calls himself the representative of Zhou Tian in the world. He casually draws a picture of Zhou Tian, which is full of the most exquisite morality between heaven and earth, and also contains Zhou Tianyuan power comparable to Xuanxian. Therefore, only this stroke made Wang Zishan let go of the last consolation in his heart and already regarded An Bochen as an opponent of the same level.

Unlike the unrestrained Wang Ziyue, Wang Zishan is low-key and cautious. He is the kind of character who also uses all his strength.

"You have done it anyway. It doesn't matter if you know it or not."

Wang Ziyue also slowly floated up and suspended in mid-air.

At the level of An Bochen and Wang Ziyue, there are flaws in the battle. Flying too high may also reveal flaws. Only by floating in the air like them and using air to perceive the war situation can we achieve a moderate progress and retreat and avoid unfavorable conditions as much as possible.

"In the face of the unknown existence, you are really open-minded, Wang Zishan King God General." An Bochen smiled with a playful smile on his face and said in a sarcastic tone. He was not timid at all because the other party was the strongest of Xuanxian: "Wang Shen General, aren't you afraid that I will escape your defense with magic spells you have never heard of, and use the same divine channel method to kill you in the next battle?"

Hearing this, the surprise in Wang Ziyue's eyes disappeared, and it was replaced by a deeply hidden fear and undisguised killing.

His name is Wang Zishan. It is a secret that only three people know. The Heavenly Emperor, Wang Ziyue and Wang Zishan himself. In addition, no one knows that the person who once knew either died in the hands of Wang Ziyue or died in the hands of Wang Zishan himself. It is impossible for a fourth person to know.