Chapter 647 Zhou Tiangong

After receiving the antidote thrown by the woman, Master Xiaoqing and others looked at each other. In desperation, they had no choice but to treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor and take the antidote.

After the half-pillar incense, the leaders and elders of the three major forces regained their vitality, shouted and rushed to the heavenly generals. For a moment, the situation reversed, and the scattered Sizhou forces were injected with strong aid. In a blink of an eye, 30 or 40 heavenly generals were killed, and there was a lot of momentum to occupy the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

At this time, the woman in white had put on a veil, stood in the middle of the hall, raised her head, and quietly stared at the brown-haired man who was sitting on the big chair of the hall and would die no matter how much the situation changed. Although she has been wearing a veil, anyone who approaches her ten feet will be stopped by an invisible air wave, so there is no half figure around her body. From time to time, the air wave overturned her veil, revealing her chin or bridge of her nose, and half-covering the face of the pipa, which was even more desirable. But the brown-haired silver-faced man sitting on the big chair in the middle of the treasure hall, even when he saw the woman in white clearly, he was indifferent and did not submit to the stunning amorous feelings like any man around him.

"What a cruel heavenly court, he actually wants to annex me and other lower sects. If the Emperor of Heaven is not here, won't you pay attention to Tiantiao?

In the power of Sizhou, an old man with yellow beard and red hair roared at the man on the throne of the treasure hall.

This old man is also the elder of the Eastern God Sect who had been poisoned before. Those who can be affected by the pilgrimage elixir are all Xuanxian. Seeing that the man on the throne of the Treasure Hall was silent, he just stared at the woman in white in the center of the Treasure Hall. The elder of the Dongshen Sect was angry and shouted at the man wearing a silver mask. The man finally turned his head. He looked lightly at the elders of Dongshen, then picked up the tea cup on the desk and took a sip of tea.

"Dong..."

I don't know where the bell rang, and the sound was like light, covering a few people in the hall in the magnificent bell.

The time is fixed, fixed in the time of this tea, and then the bells are like waves, rushing to the forces of the four continents. The first to hit was the elder of the Eastern God Sect. He saw that his chest was hit by a boulder. His sternum was sunken down, followed by his neck and head. Gradually, his whole body fell into the sunken sternum. In addition to him, several people suffered the same fate.

"His tea cup."

Master Xiaoqing's eyes were extremely sharp. It didn't take long to see that the bell came from the tea cup room of the man's light fan, and at that time, Xuanao was also transformed by the tea in the tea cup.

Although the source of the attack was found, because the silver-faced man preempted, the little green fairy and other mysterious immortals had no choice but to struggle in the bell of this cup of tea, and it was difficult to find a way out for a long time.

At this time, the woman in white standing in the middle of the palace moved. She lowered her head and reached out to touch the veil.

When she looked up again, her veil had been taken off, revealing the face that could not be described in words even if the historian of the heavenly court arrived.

The silver-faced man sat in front of the woman in white. Even if he didn't want to see it, he couldn't avoid seeing it.

The moment he saw the woman's appearance, his wrist shook gently, the tea cup shook gently, and there was a trace of small and almost imperceptible incompleteness in the bell.

The head of Xiaoqing and others have been fighting for a long time and have gained experience. They took this opportunity to take their own disciples out of the siege.

"Damn it, we'll settle accounts with you when we get back!"

The forces of the four continents also knew that what could not be done today, so they put down their harsh words and fled to the lower world one after another. In a hurry, most of them forgot the woman in white who saved their lives, but the little Qing master flew past the woman in white and said, "Thank you for saving me. Let's go with me."

Unexpectedly, the woman in white suddenly didn't hear it. Instead of running away, she took two steps forward.

Master Xiaoqing looked suspicious when he saw the situation, but he didn't have time to think about it. He sighed and flew down the lower world.

For hundreds of millions of years, the heavenly court has been ups and downs. In its heyday, thousands of immortals worshipped and thousands of demons came back. During the war, there were also scenes of being killed in the heavenly palace and blood flowed into rivers. It was ordinary, but it was not uncommon.

I'm afraid it's only this time in this era that a killing feast is not over because of a woman.

The angry heavenly soldiers surrounded the woman, but they did not dare to look at her face, but only dared to stare at her eye-catching jade feet. As the jade feet moved forward, they also retreated one after another, as if the river ebbed, which was particularly magnificent among the Tiangong Yaochi in the mountains and clouds.

"Who are you? Why don't you leave?"

After the heavenly soldier and the general, a clear voice came, which was extremely pleasant to the ears.

"My name is Simajin." The voice of the woman in white is also beautiful, countless times better than that of the silver-faced man: "No one drives me away. Why should I leave?"

"Bold!"

A group of gods will be angered by the women in white and scolded one after another.

"Yes, you are so bold." The man in a silver-gray mask walked out from the wave-like heavenly soldier, went straight to the first half of the woman in white, and stared at the perfect face from top to bottom. For a long time, he laughed and picked up the beauty in front of him.

"Very good, I like beautiful and bold women. Simajin, I know who you are. I don't care about you in the past. I only care whether you will be so bold in front of Prince Ben in the future.

Laughing, the silver-faced man who claimed to be the prince held the beautiful woman in white and strode to the harem. Behind him was the heavenly general who knelt down.

He smiled happily. It seemed that as long as he got the beauty in his arms, the failure just now was just a passing thing.

There is also Jiu Chenjun laughing.

He pointed to An Bochen and couldn't straighten his waist with laughter.

"Yes, your woman is really amazing. An Bochen... That's all. I have to go back to the East God Religion first.

He looked at An Bochen with pity and closed his eyes. Jiu Chenjun teleported and disappeared on the Gobi Desert.

Lv Fengqi stared at An Bochen with an extremely strange look, as if to see through him.

Lv Fengqi and Jiu Chenjun are the best among the true immortals. They listen to the six ways and look at the world, and naturally they can't hide the war in the heavenly court, including Sima Jin's departure.

"I'm leaving, too." Lv Fengqi said that this was the first time he said goodbye when he left.

Lv Fengqi naturally did not believe that An Bochen would make such a fatal mistake and fall into such a pathetic situation. He also saw Simajin. Although it was Simajin after the change of appearance, the woman in white in the sky was exactly the same as Simajin in shape and breath, so he could only believe in the righteousness of the arms of the son of the Emperor of Heaven. It's An Bochen's former woman.

With his back to An Bochen, a trace of sympathy flashed in Lv Feng's eyes. He didn't say any more and disappeared into the Gobi sand in a blink of an eye.

"Huh..."

With a long breath, An Bochen looked at the desolate yellow sand Gobi, fell from mid-air, stepped on the hard gravel, and walked slowly forward.

There are many lives buried on the Gobi Desert, including ordinary travelers, horse bandits and thieves, unintelligent creatures, and of course, immortals and demons. An Bochen walked barefoot, feeling the resentment and unfulfilled wishes of the dead, and also feeling the breath of Jiu Chenjun and Lv Feng hanging behind him, as well as the little Qing master of the Nether Sea in Beizhou, and even the eyes of the Prince of Heaven looking down from the sky.

An Bochen walked for another ten days in a row. In these ten days, the heavenly war spread to all walks of life, and countless versions spread abroad, including An Bochen and Sima Jin. After all, life's bitter short wine shop and life's bitter short boat trip are both famous, and An Bochen once defeated Wang Ziyue in the Underworld. In ten days, An Bochen felt countless eyes flying towards him, with sympathy, pity, fortunate disaster, and suspicion. As a person who did not exist in this era, An Bochen's heart was as quiet as water and walked carelessly. Until ten days later, the breath and eyes were withdrawn, and no one doubted it.

"It's finally quiet."

At the end of the Gobi Desert, An Bochen breathed a long sigh, and his figure gradually became illusory, like a shaky cooking smoke at dusk, which soon disappeared.

When An Bochen appeared again, he had already come to a palace.

The palace is very large, with a door of 50 feet, as if it was built for the giants on the bank of the Tianhe River. The palace is located between the clouds and the sea of clouds, just like the Tiangong ten days ago, but it has a trace of magnificent ancient charm than the Tiangong, less prosperity and noise. On the front door plaque of the huge palace, there are three big characters - Zhou Tiangong.

Needless to say, this palace is An Bochen's palace, but it is not built by him, but the moment he became the representative of Zhou Tian, built by the four potentials of feng shui, fire and thunder, which is exactly the same as the Tianque built by An Bochen in Zhou Tian Abandoned Immortal Mansion in his body.

In the Zhoutian, with the Zhoutian in mind, with the small Tianque inside and the big Tianque outside, this Zhoutian Palace is farther than the real Tiangong, and almost exists at the end of this world.

"The scholar is back."

A charming and beautiful woman, wearing a water-white tulle, walked out slowly, smiled at An Bochen, and bent down to salute.

This woman is no one else. She is the water god king who accompanied An Bochen from the beginning of her practice in the fairy mansion.

An Bochen became the representative of Zhou Tian. The small Zhou Tian in the body and the big Zhou Tian outside the body officially merged. Naturally, the Three Gods do not need to live in the Tianque in An Bochen's body all day long. He has been able to fly around Zhou Tian and live in Zhou Tian Palace. As long as the water, fire and wind are endless between heaven and earth, they will not die.

For them, from the fake god king to the true god king, this creation in this life is also regarded as merit and virtue.

"Water, is she there?"

An Bochen nodded and asked.

"There it is." The water god sighed and stared at An Bochen: "She is the only one in the mind of the resident. Speaking of which, the time spent with Shui'er and the resident is not shorter than her. Yes, she is still in retreat now. Why don't you go around with the water first and relax?