Chapter 700 The Law of Heaven

"The four poems are actually fake."

The man in white said with a smile. His voice was not loud, but it was as if a thunder bolt from the blue blew in everyone's ears.

How can it be fake?

An Bochen showed disbelief. In the Southern Wilderness, he witnessed the fulfillment of the poem with his own eyes. Although it was only the first three sentences, every sentence was fulfilled and the word was true.

Master Xiaoqing, Gui Wuqi and others were also full of absurd faces. If the ancestors hadn't found the Dongshan universe furnace from these four poems, they would not have been able to seal the fake demons that were in full bloom.

"Puff..."

After sweeping the crowd, the man in white sneered.

"It's hard for you to be stubborn, and your mind is stiff when you practice."

"The reason why I say these four poems are false is that they only represent a law, an order under the Supreme Way, and the poem itself is actually not very meaningful."

With that, the man in white smiled and said, "I think you don't understand."

Others may not understand, but it does not mean that An Bochen can't understand. On the contrary, the words of the man in white are like enlightenment, which makes An Bochen, who began to study order early, wake up like a dream.

The way of heaven is impermanent, ever-changing, and the fate is repeated.

Every small fluctuation will make things that were originally in a straight line develop in different directions, just like Jiu Chenjun's finger layout. Therefore, even if it is supreme, it is impossible to accurately judge the direction and outcome of future events, let alone use a poem to predict the era that is thousands of years apart.

However, the way of heaven has its own rules, and it is ever-changing.

As the saint in white said, the poem is not fulfilled every sentence, and the word is true. It only expresses this historical law in the form of poetry. The reason why it is extremely effective in the eyes of future generations is that later generations insist on making it effective.

"Although there is a rule to find, what kind of law is that?"

Simajin's voice is coming.

"Even if it is not a provepha, it comes from the mouth of the ancient great power. At that time, there was no heart, and everything was undetermined. Therefore, the laws in his poem are very likely to be full of Yuxin. An Bochen said.

Hearing the words, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in Simajin's beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help but be a little excited at this time. What she had been looking for may be in this poem.

I don't know if it was an illusion, An Bochen suddenly felt that the saint in white, who looked like the very beautiful, glanced at Simajin intentionally or unintentionally.

"So, the birth of Dongshan Qiankun Furnace doesn't need any golden saint at all."

The holy people in white smiled happily, turned to the magic cloud, and their eyes flowed by Xiaoqing, Gui Wuqi, and Huang Xianren one by one: "And you, the descendants of those who betrayed their vows, your nightmare is about to begin."

With the sound of the voice of the holy ancestor in white, a terrible breath spread from far to near in an instant in the crowd, but it was the people of Longbei Mountain who could clearly see the group of handsome men and beautiful women in blue and purple. I have to say that there are few pseudo-demons or saints. There are few ordinary looks among them. Men are either handsome or strange, and women are either enchanting and beautiful, or beautiful. As soon as he appeared, many young monks in the square opened their mouths and stood still. They were not only frightened by the natural high breath of the fake demon, but also marveled at their beauty.

"The pseudo-demons are powerful, and these pseudo-demons are even more powerful. Do you still want to keep the monks of Sizhou?"

Sima Jin sent a voice to An Bochen, with a slightly distressed tone: "And I can't see through their magical skills."

With so many generations of blood, and Simajin is not a person of this world, so although she also has a pseudo-demon bloodline, she has no sense of belonging, let alone recognize her ancestors.

"I have imagined them very strongly, but I found that they are still underestimated." An Bochen also sighed secretly: "The key is not the cultivation of their true immortals, but their superior breath. Unless they cultivate to the peak of true immortals and immortals, it is difficult not to be disturbed by the breath, and they will be greatly discounted with the enemy."

When An Bochen became a gun, he said that he wanted to relieve the current crisis before crossing the disaster. It was not that he wanted to defeat the devil and the pseudo-demon with one person and one gun, but to arouse everyone's blood and courage and combine the power of the world's monks overnight. However, at present, An Bochen has found that no matter how fascinated his gun is, it can't play an example to inspire everyone. Just because he crawls under the upper breath of the hypocrites, but anyone who does not have the peak cultivation of true immortals can have too strong fighting spirit, which may also be the most fundamental reason why pseudo-demons swept the world tens of thousands of years ago. .

"It's not appropriate to plan this game again. Let's go."

I don't know whether it was a premonition or for other reasons, Simajin's tone was slightly awkward.

There are three reasons why An Bochen came to Longbei Mountain. One is the 30-year appointment between Lv Fengqi and Jiu Chenjun. The other is to find the young man's blood and gas into a gun. The third is to seize Jiu Chenjun's situation and accelerate the speed of the collapse of heaven and earth to test Yuxin. Except for the smooth shooting, the rest failed to achieve their wishes, and naturally there was no need to continue to stay.

"Good."

An Bochen nod his head slightly and was about to hide and take Simajin away.

At this time, the pseudo-demons dressed in blue and purple light finally reached the top of the sky. From their breath, they could faintly distinguish their cultivation, either the peak of true immortals or Xuanxian. The blue and purple light flowed out from under their robes. Men are blue and women are purple, but they don't know what it is.

"Catch them."

The saint in white suddenly waved his hand and shouted in a low voice.

The fake demons who arrived in a hurry didn't say a word and rushed down without stopping at all.

"Death!"

Return to the future, Huang Xianren and others flew out one after another to intercept the pseudo-demon.

There are only a dozen people present who have the power to fight against pseudo-demons. Among them, only the leaders of the three major forces and Wang Ziyue can compete with one or two pseudo-demons in the mysterious fairyland. At present, the leaders of the three major forces and Wang Zi Yue each intercepted two mysterious fairyland pseudo-demons. Lv Fengqi was not willing to show weakness and defeated a real fairyland pseudo-demon. As for the rest of the monks and demons suddenly became bystanders.

After all, there are more pseudo-demons from far away. They crossed the Xiaoqing Master and others and fell from the sky with an inexplicable smile on their faces.

Worse!

The hearts of Xiaoqing, Huang Xianren, Gui Wuqi and others suddenly sank. The so-called Qingshan is not afraid of no firewood. Even if the pseudo-demon reappears in the world, as long as the foundation of Taoism is preserved, there is no hope. But the pseudo-demon's move was really too spicy. He directly killed Longbei Mountain, which gathered the world's talents, and wanted to cut off the foundation of the four-continent monks here.

Just as the leaders of the three major forces were desperate one by one, amazement came from the crowd.

The little green fairy looked back while taking advantage of the battle gap. Her heart fluttered and jumped straight. She saw the three real immortal peak pseudo-demons flying in the front of them cut off like wood. Her body fell down, and her soul was scattered before touching the ground.

This is a pseudo-demon, inheriting the blood of ancient saints, and one by one, the saints who have the strength to leap the level and challenge the horror...

The little green fairy in the battle tried her best not to be shocked. Looking in the direction of blood flowing, she saw An Bochen with a cold face, holding a gun in her right hand and Simajin in her left hand.

"Catch them!"

The saint in white stared at An Bochen indifferently and shouted.

It was not until this time that the master of Xiaoqing found that the target of the pseudo-demon attack was not the monks of Sizhou, but An Bochen and Simajin.