Chapter 688 There is Magic Xilai

In the square in front of the Qingtianzong Hall, the dark crowd crawled under the red sky, and it looked depressing no matter how it looked.

Qin Yu was exposed in the middle and killed Qiu angrily. This earth-shaking event actually ended up like this, which made the monks present feel ridiculous.

The main competition of the real immortals has been held several times. The people under the stage are distracted, and the people on the stage are also absent-minded.

Winning or losing is important, but now no one will put all their thoughts into the ring. Everyone understands that today's limelight has been robbed by the dead monk Qiu.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the glow shines from the distant sky, reflecting the square in front of the hall.

In the glow, a ring slowly rises.

The bell came from a distance, and it was still the bell struck by the disciples of Qingtian Sect, but it was not as majestic and confident as Qin Yu was when he was there.

"Sister, let's go." Lu Zhoulei glanced at the arena that was about to start the real fairy race and said to Lu Zhoushuang.

"Where are you going?" Lu Zhou frosty asked reluctantly.

"Go home." Lu Zhoulei said, seeing that Lu Zhoushuang squeezed his lips and said no, Lu Zhoulei waved his hand angrily: "Sister, are you still thinking about that person? You just saw that he obviously had the ability to save Lao Qiu, but he couldn't save him. This kind of person is not worthy of your sister's attention.

Lu Zhoushuang's cheeks were slightly red. As soon as he wanted to refute, he was interrupted by Lu Zhoulei: "What's more, this man hides his head and shows his tail. He is obviously a person who has a lot to do with the Eight Swords League, but he has never told us from beginning to end. Sister, he doesn't mean anything to you!"

"Zhou Lei, what are you talking about? When did my sister think so!" Lu Zhoushuang blushed when Lu Zhoulei said it, and he could only hide it.

"In that case, let's go."

"At least wait until you finish watching the real fairy race." Lu Zhoushuang took a deep breath and calmed down. Her voice revealed her complicated thoughts: "Anyway, if it hadn't been for that sister, I wouldn't have seen you again."

Lu Zhoulei was stunned, opened his mouth, and lowered his head with a long sigh. Although he was angry that An Bochen didn't save him and his words were disrespectful, he didn't get along well after all, so he forgot the grace of saving his life.

"Sure enough, both siblings are interested in you. Why don't you take the girl and get one for free?"

Under the real fairy ring, not far from the shadow of the Lu family, Simajin said to An Bochen with a smile.

An Bochen shrugged his shoulders and was already immune to the induction of Simajin.

"Zhou Lei's mind has also improved a lot in just a few days, and it can be seen that I am using a fake identity." An Bochen looked around and looked at it.

"You didn't hide it at all, the fool can't see it." Simajin raised the corners of her mouth: "Besides, you also let him walk in Zhou Tianmeng array for more than a few days. You care a lot more about the Lu family than ordinary people. Could it be that you also have the idea of taking them as Taoist soldiers to guard Zhou Tiangong for you after their death?

An Bochen was stunned and then shook his head: "You think too much. It's just a chance to meet them. Borrow their young blood to lead me, and it's the same with other young monks."

While An Bochen was talking with Simajin, the law enforcement elders of the Qingtian Sword School announced the beginning of the real fairy race.

The confrontation of the real fairyland is by no means as boring as that of real people and immortals. The monks present gradually came to their senses and their eyes gathered on the ring. The ring turned into an ancient magic weapon is divided into eight areas. Each area seems to be very small, but because the ring is high, in fact, each piece is about ten miles in size.

"Go ahead, I'm here for you."

An Bochen said to Simajin.

Simajin's participation in this competition is purely idle and boring to have some fun. Although she is the first place in the preliminary competition, she is under the help of the real immortals of the underworld, and the rest of the real immortals have hidden their strength. At the beginning of the current competition, An Bochen does not expect Simajin to really win the first place. Of course, with An Bochen, Simajin will naturally not have It's a little dangerous.

"Good." Simajin smiled and flew to the ring with the other 15 real immortals who participated in the competition in the cheers of thousands of monks.

Looking at Simajin's shadow, An Bochen smiled.

This farce Dafa should be his last pastime, and then it will be the decisive battle accelerated by him. There is no need to wait for another 30 or 40 years. The collapse of heaven and earth will happen in the next few years, which is also An Bochen's first fight back against Yuxin, who arranges the fate of the world.

At this moment, An Bochen frowned, and a strange red light appeared in the afterglow. An Bochen turned his head and saw the red light flying from the western sky, and the destination was unknown.

Opening his eyes and looking at the sky, An Bochen was shocked. With his divine eyesight, he could not see through the red light.

"Is it possible that some powerful real immortal or Xuanxian is also coming to the Dafa meeting?"

An Bochen whispered and didn't pay much attention to it.

At this time, the real fairy competition has begun. Perhaps because of Qin Yu, the disciples of the Qingtian Sword School who enforce the law are a little depressed, which makes the original wonderful a little less hot atmosphere than the fight.

When night falls, the sunset gradually fades.

Sixteen real immortals are caught and killed. Sima Jin's opponent is a king of the Eastern God Sect. The man is about 600 years old. He is powerful and has a hot method. If it were Sima Jin a few days ago, he would not be the enemy of that person. However, after being ** by An Bochen, Simajin's combat experience is no longer comparable to that of the past. Although he can't compete with the real immortal, he can survive for more than 50 years with his unpredictable body and virtual handprints.

"Good!"

"That fairy is indeed a little good."

"Indeed, there are only a few women in the world who can compete with the king of the Eastern God Sect for such a long time."

......

In the square in front of the hall, the monks are talking about it.

This is a long-determined duel. The 16 real immortals in the arena from the three major forces and the Eight Swords League without exception. Originally, there was a real immortal who did not belong to the forces of the four parties, but he was killed by Jiu Chenjun, so he had to choose another person from the eliminated real immortals. Such a great method can only be described by the four words of lack of goodness. Fortunately, there is a Simajin, who attracts everyone's attention as the only true heroine, which makes this competition less boring.

Simajin's playful heart came up, and his fingerprints made him powerful and gorgeous. On several occasions, he forced the king of punishment to retreat dozens of feet, and the monks below cheered.

But An Bochen knew that Sima Jin's moves were flashy, and he had been fighting with her opponent's master of Dongshen Sect for a long time. He must be able to see through and crack it in fifty moves.

"Hong Fu, you've almost had enough."

An Bochen said to himself with a smile, pinching a seal in his hand, but he was preparing to rescue Simajin.

At this time, An Bochen's eyes suddenly opened and flashed from his eyes, revealing his inner shock.

Raising his head, An Bochen looked at the west where the red light came.

The western sky is also wrapped in night, a dark silence, but those who are as bright as An Bochen can see the fishy red and dark tide hidden in the depths of the black night, as bloody. There is more than one red light, but dense, like crucian carp crossing the river.

Before long, Lv Fengqi, who was sitting on the stage of the Qingtian Sword School, also raised his head, and his cold eyes were full of surprise.

Then there are Wang Ziyue, the head of Xiaoqing, Jiu Chenjun... The strong people who practiced at the peak of Xuanxian and Zhenxian all felt the bloody anger coming from the western sky and looked up one after another.