Chapter 675 Gatekeeper
"Demon?" Lu Zhoulei was stunned and then couldn't laugh or cry.
As for Lu Zhoushuang, who glanced at Tianyuanzong Qijie and withdrew his eyes. Obviously, he was no longer interested. At this moment, what interested her most was the relationship between the innocent predecessor and the powerful fairy who claimed to be Sima Qin. But she was embarrassed to ask. She hinted at An Bochen with her eyes several times. An Bochen was indifferent, and Lu Zhoushuang had to give up.
"Hmm. Another person is dying." An Bochen stared at the war situation from afar and said to himself.
These three Tianyuanzong Zhenxian are the grindstones he gave to Simajin's combat experience. These three people are neither strong nor weak in the true immortals. They can only be regarded as normal. They are perfect as Simajin's grindstones.
"What a great mystery."
At this moment, a rough voice sounded, and the Lu brothers and sisters looked back and looked happy at the same time.
"Lao Qiu, you are also out of the customs." Lu Zhoulei said happily.
Lao Qiu nodded, then looked at An Bochen beside him and stopped talking.
The sister and brother of the Lu family spent thirty-six years in Zhou Tianmeng array in a trance, if it was true and fantasy. Until now, they have not asked An Bochen about this matter, but Lao Qiu is different. He is a true immortal himself. He clearly knows how difficult it is to set up a magic array with the effect of stealing the sky and changing the day, not to mention even him. The true immortals can practice against the sky in the magic array, which is enough to show that An Bochen's way is far more than him.
"Thank you very much, innocent Taoist friend." Lao Qiu hesitated for a moment, but still whispered.
Thirty-six years of cultivation is more than thirty-six years, and he is still practicing in the extremely quiet and mellow dream array. These thirty-six years of skills are enough to be worth more than a hundred years of practice. Lao Qiu also knows that he owes a lot to An Bochen. After thanking him, he didn't say much, and his heart is full of emotions.
An Bochen nodded slightly and suddenly smiled: "There is only one left."
"Sister Sima is so awesome." Lu Zhoushuang was surprised.
Hearing this, An Bochen smiled secretly in his heart. According to his real age, Lu Zhoushuang should be much older than Sima Jin. What's more, they go back to the past from the future, and they don't know how to measure this age. According to history, An Bochen and Sima Jin are already negative years old.
"It's terrible." Lu Zhoushuang's face suddenly changed.
"Sister, why are you shocked!" Lu Zhoulei was busy talking to Lao Qiu and was shocked by Lu Zhoushuang's scream.
Lu Zhoushuang looked at An Bochen and said with a worried face, "Tianyuanzong is a face-to-faced sect. They came to participate in the Dadao Dharma Conference, but the leading Elder of the Real Wonderland was killed by Miss Sima. It is rumored that it will cause great trouble."
"Yes." Lu Zhoulei obviously thought of this and suddenly looked sad.
Looking at the Lu family's sister and brother, An Bochen became more and more fond of their temperament. They are loyal and considerate of others.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Not waiting for An Bochen to speak, Lao Qiu had happily comforted the sister and brother of the Lu family. He knew that An Bochen was the senior management of the three major forces. Not to mention killing a few elders of the Tianyuan Sect, even if he destroyed Tianyuan Sect, as long as he could find a suitable excuse, it would not be a big deal.
"The last one is over." An Bochen withdrew his eyes and said to the Lu family's sister and brother and Lao Qiu, "You find a place to rest first and prepare for tomorrow's Dafa meeting."
"What about you? By the way, where did Sister Sima go? Lu Zhoushuang blushed slightly and asked tentatively.
"I have something else to do. As for her, she should also go back to rest, and she will also participate in the competition tomorrow. After saying that, An Bochen turned around.
The Lu family looked at each other, said goodbye to An Bochen, and flew to another peak with Lao Qiu.
It was not until the three of them went away that An Bochen shook his sleeves and rolled out of the sleeves. After landing, he still did not grow bigger and maintained the size of a palm.
As soon as the seven people landed, they didn't care about An Bochen, so they scuffled and tore together, forgetting that An Bochen was still on the side.
Staring at the seven heroes of Tianyuanzong who were quietly left by him, An Bochen didn't say anything, but just stared at them quietly until the seven gradually stopped fighting and looked back at An Bochen with surprise and fear. An Bochen smiled and said, "You guys are so bold."
Except for the monk surnamed Wang, the other "six heroes" actually thought that An Bochen was praising himself, and when he lowered his head, his face faintly showed pride.
"Wang Ping." An Bochen shook his head, turned his eyes to the monk surnamed Wang, and called out his name: "Do you still think we are monsters now?"
"How did you know my name... You are so powerful, how can you not know?" The monk named Wang Ping trembled and muttered. He was a sensible person and could naturally guess his next end. Even in his opinion, the powerful uncles died under the mysterious woman, and listening to the previous conversations of several people, the man in blue seemed to be stronger than that woman, and he didn't care at all that they were alliance monks who came to participate in the Dadao Dharma. If you dare to move the earth on Taisui's head, the consequences can be imagined.
"Just understand." An Bochen said that his hand had been raised, but he was ready to kill Tianyuanzong Qijie here.
The night forest was dark and quiet. Just as the thunder in the palm of An Bochen's hand suddenly appeared, a very light bird call came from the depths of the forest.
The sound of birds is nothing, but it is very abrupt in An Bochen's ears. If the Three Immortals Peak is an exquisite picture scroll, then this bird song is like ink sprinkled into the picture scroll, which instantly destroys the beauty of the painting.
An Bochen's ears moved and suddenly looked up at the dark sky, as if thinking.
The raised palm was immediately put down. An Bochen swept over the seven heroes who knelt down on the earth one by one, and finally looked at Wang Ping: "It's not that I can't let you go."
When the words fell, Wang Ping's eyes lit up. Once the desire to survive was aroused, it could not be stopped.
"The death penalty is avoidable, and the crime is inevitable. If you don't want to die, why don't you be a doorman for me for a hundred years?" An Bochen said.
"See the master!" Wang Ping turned his eyes and leaned down without saying a word.
Although the other six heroes hate Wang Ping, they have to draw a ladle according to the gourd at this time. Learn from Wang Ping, he bent down and bowed down to An Bochen and called himself the master.
An Bochen nodded, looked at the night sky, turned his palms, and sucked the seven people of Wang Ping into the palm of his hand. An Bochen is the representative of Zhou Tian, and he can suck people into Zhou Tian's palace at will. Since then, in addition to the three gods and red, white and blue clothes, Zhou Tiangong has seven more gatekeepers.
"I don't understand what you do."
Simajin's voice came from behind.
Walking to An Bochen, Sima Jin gave him a strange glance and said, "You never like to accept the doorman. The three of them in red still forced you to accept it. Why did you suddenly put away the doorman this time?"
"Someone was watching again just now." An Bochen said softly, "Until in the end, he deliberately leaked the trace and let me find it. If I guess right, that person is also from Yuxin.
"Is Yuxin coming again? This is already the third batch." Simajin frowned: "They came one after another, obviously from different forces."
"Yes." An Bochen nodded: "I originally thought that Yuxin had only two forces. Even if not, it was dominated by the previous two major forces and became a confrontation. Now it seems that there is still a big difference between Yuxin's power distribution and what I guess."
"Bear by the way, you haven't told me why you want to accept those seven fools." Simajin was almost detoured by An Bochen.
"It has something to do with Yuxin." An Bochen stared at the bright moon in the sky and muttered, "Although I don't know where this feeling comes from, since the appearance of the winged father and daughter, I have an intuition that there will be a war in the near future, and it will be a completely different war from the war in history."
"Future war?" Simajin underestimated.
"Yes. The future I'm talking about does not refer to the future we come from, but the time of Yuxin, but I don't know when it is. It's just a feeling in the dark. An Bochen said and showed a trace of distress. With the frequent arrival of mysterious Yuxin in these days, the feeling of loss of certainty that has not appeared for a long time has arisen again: "And I am now basically Zhou Tiangong, which can retreat and enter. Fortunately, Zhou Tiangong itself is not in this world, and even the people of Yuxin may not be able to find Zhou Tiangong. However, once the future war begins, Zhou Tiangong is bound to become the target of public criticism, and there will be more people to guard the entrances of each portal.
"Even so, you don't have to look for these seven guys who can't succeed or fail as guards, do you?" Simajin spread her hands.
"You don't know that."
An Bochen laughed. He drew a round mirror in mid-air. "Qijie Tianyuan" appeared in the round mirror. They sat cross-legged in the main hall of Zhou Tiangong one by one, motionless, while the three gods of feng, water and fire took turns to engrave the symbols on them.
"What is this?" Simajin asked.
"Refine Taoist soldiers." An Bochen said, "Although I have spared them, from now on, they can only exist in Zhou Tiangong and become Taoist soldiers guarding Zhou Tiangong. Wang Ping is also a little smart. After training, he can also guard one side of the door. Although the other six heroes are stupid, their hearts are simple, and there is only one tendon in their minds. The speed of practice should be extremely fast. What's more, I never want to force others to work for me. It's hard to guard the palace, day after day, year after year, unless I take the initiative to provoke me, like Wang Ping and the seven of them.
"It has been practicing Taoism for so many years, and the pedantic in your bones has not been repaired yet." Simajin sighed, and she didn't know whether it was an accident or a relief. After saying that, she flew to the moon. An Bochen took a hundred steps and followed closely.
Not long after the two disappeared, the previous strange bird call sounded again.