Chapter 698 Under the gun

The four figures on the wall of the palace were blurred at first and gradually became clear.

The figure in the east is full of momentum, with wisps of fire burning, while the gun in the figure's hand is masculine and powerful, and any blow has signs of burning the prairan, which seems to be able to sweep the world.

The figure in the west and the figure in the southeast are different, and there is a feminine smell all over her body. She is also dancing with guns. The gun moves are endless, but the feminine is full of fresh breath, which seems to nourish thousands of things. Although she maintains a completely opposite atmosphere with the figure in the east, she seems to complement each other.

The figure in the north is the most elegant. There is a flexible and ethereal temperament between his hands and feet. His shooting method is ever-changing, like antelope hanging horns, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality.

As for the figure in the south, he is full of majesty all over his body. He is the kind of domineering who makes decisions about life and death and controls everything, and the marksmanship he uses is the same, full of the temperament of reigning the world.

The four figures, east, west, north and south, correspond to the Fire God King, the Water God King, the Wind God King and the Thunder God King.

Sima Jin looked at An Bochen, who meditated cross-legged and pushed the gun, and looked at Lei Shenjun on the south wall, and nodded secretly. Up to now, An Bochen is finally no longer the king of thunder. He turns four elephants, and the king of thunder is naturally one of them. Today, the god of thunder is no longer the incarnation of An Bochen, but Zhou Tianshen, who has an independent consciousness to control the mystery of Lei Dao.

The shadow of the gun in An Bochen's eyes became more and more intense, and the figure of the god on the four walls of the palace also grew longer and bigger, but the speed of the gun became faster and faster.

As the figure of the four gods became giants one by one, from Sima Jin's point of view, the four walls of the heavenly palace have disappeared, leaving only the four gods like real giant gods waving silver guns and dancing in the southeast and northwest. An Bochen still sits in the center of the Four Gods. Compared with the huge Four Gods, he looks small, but Sima Jin has an illusion that An Bochen has faintly become the "source" of the Four Gods, some of which is similar to the mortal father-son relationship. The blood is inherited, but it transcends time and space.

If An Bochen dies, the Four Gods will no longer exist, which is different from when An Bochen created the four elephants in Zhoutian.

At that time, An Bochen was the representative of Zhou Tianxuan. As long as Zhou Tian existed for a day and was not picked by others, An Bochen would never die.

Now it is the opposite. The Four Gods come from Zhou Tian, but they originate from An Bochen. That is to say, for the Four Gods, An Bochen has become the Zhou Tian they rely on.

"It is the way of heaven again and again."

S subconsciously, Simajin whispered.

Every day of the week, An Bochen will not die for a day, and An Bochen will live for a day, and the four gods will have no other things. With the four gods, there will be An Bochen's four elephants. All this cycle goes back and forth, which is not only in line with An Bochen's Zhou Tianxuan's, but also makes Simajin inadvertently remind him of the words of that year.

"It's strange why I suddenly think of that prophecy."

Sima Jindai frowned slightly and couldn't understand.

"Let's go out."

Gentle words came from her ear. Simajin raised her head and saw An Bochen standing in front of her at some point, with a light smile on his mouth.

"It's done?"

"It's almost done."

"Don't be so ambiguous all the time! Did it succeed or not?" Simajin stared at An Bochen.

"Of course it's done."

An Bochen scratched his scalp and said.

When you practice later, or at the level of An Bochen, every time you get something, it seems to be extremely natural. There is no earth-shaking momentum, and there are no bold words. This is the real favor and humiliation, and all kinds of thoughts are in the heart of Taoism.

Hearing the words, Simajin smiled happily.

"When are you going to survive the disaster?"

"Wait to repel the demons and fake demons."

"Are you sure?"

"As long as there is no supreme appearance... You will know when you go out."

Without further ado, An Bochen took Simajin's hand and flashed through the infinite light and shadow, and went out of the Zhoutian Palace.

Outside the Zhoutian Palace, on the Longbei Mountain, there is a fierce fight.

The four strong war demon leaders, the head of Xiaoqing, Lv Fengqi, Gui Wuqi and Huang Xianren, are wrapped in huge dark clouds, and people are also in the clouds. I don't know what the situation is like. Wang Ziyue fought alone against the demon Lord Da Wuxiu. Wang Ziyue was also the first god general in the heavenly court. Although Na Da Wuxiu mastered the method of breaking through the polar world, he was still at a low hand against Wang Zi Yue. Under the sky cloud, there is a chaotic battle. The immortals on the ring and the immortals in the square rose up bravely to fight against the demons under the encouragement of the previous An Bochen. The demons came prepared, and the monks were caught off guard. It was completely based on a cavity of blood to fight to the point of maintaining the deadlock at present.

"Xiao Anzi, look."

Simajin's eyes lit up and raised his finger to somewhere in the square.

"Well, it's Wang Zishan. He has been sneaking in for a long time."

An Bochen looked at Wang Zishan, who could not be involved in the war circle, and his heart was clear.

The scene in front of us may be the epitome of the next 30 years, and it is also the reason why Yuxin once again breaks the string of fate and let the demons and pseudo-demons be born.

Originally, in An Bochen's plan, the battle between heaven and earth soon entered the most fierce part, and then the heaven and earth collapsed. Now the demons are born, the pseudo-demons break the seal, and the heaven and earth have become three or even four-legged. In the end, the monks of the four continents on the earth and the heavenly court will definitely join hands to fight against the demons and pseudo-demons as they did tens of thousands of years ago.

As for Yuxin, An Bochen has long known that Yuxin is also divided into multiple factions, and there are also disputes on both sides of the chessboard. Now that he has become the four elephants of Zhou Tian, An Bochen's thoughts are no longer limited to the ancient times, but straight to Yuxin. He urgently needs to know which faction Yuxin is divided into, which party is kind to him, and which party has malice to him.

"You still don't do it?"

Simajin asked.

"Everyone is here, and I don't need to take action anymore." An Bochen raised his eyes and looked east.

The night is late, and the dark clouds pass by, like the sarong moon.

At the corner of the moon, there was a figure in white. His white clothes were like snow and spotless, which made An Bochen naturally associate with someone.

"That's true."

An Bochen had been psychologically prepared for a long time and was not surprised.

The man's face was covered by the haze of dark clouds, and An Bochen did not show his eyesight, because he could imagine the man's handsome face without looking at it, so even Lv Fengqi was slightly inferior.

A demon and a demon, in the past and present life, circled around the river and bay of fate.

seemed to notice An Bochen's eyes. The man also looked at An Bochen, then smiled and stood up on the moon.

"Double knife, you can stop."

The man's voice was not loud, but it clearly came to everyone present, mixed with a natural and extreme upper tone, which unconsciously obeyed from the bottom of his heart.

When the words fell, the people present stopped moving together, and even Master Xiaoqing and others withdrew from the cloud and looked at the man on the moon in surprise, with a strong fear in their eyes.

The man laughed. He smiled brightly, which made people happy, and subconsciously relaxed his mind.

"The gods and monsters fall in love with the world, and the five elements settle the return of the emperor. Shuangdao, do you think that poem is talking about you? You can't wait to fight for the emperor?"

When the words fell, others were fine, but An Bochen and Sima Jin exchanged glances, and their eyes were full of shock.