Chapter 701 People's Heart

Sound east and west... Win the plan!

He harvested the lives of three pseudo-demons, but An Bochen was not happy at all. On the contrary, his heart gradually sank.

Like a long paragraph said by the extremely indevil white-dressed pseudo-demon, he seemed to be pointing the finger at the monks all over the world. In fact, he just wanted to delay the time. When the pseudo-demons arrived, he finally showed his ferocious fangs. Why did he do this... There is a furnace twisting the universe in Dongshan, and the golden child saint picks together... Is it possible that Hong Fu and I are the golden boy saint? What heavenly laws he said before are false?

Several thoughts flashed in An Bochen's mind. In the face of the descendants of saints who once dominated the world in history, the fake demon in white who smiled as evil and handsome as Wuhua, An Bochen felt slightly frustrated.

Before, he said that the poem was false and only represented a law of heaven, but I actually believed it. Wait... The golden boy and the saint together... It makes sense to say that Hong Fu is a saint, but what do I look like a golden boy? The only innocence is also a silver gun.

"So, I didn't say a word of deception just now."

The laughter of the white-clothed saint sounded in his ear. An Bochen raised his head, and Yu Guang only saw Simajin slightly stunned, and obviously he was also heard by the white-clothed saint.

"Why is it still like this!"

An Bochen swept away the two pseudo-demons in front of him with a shot and asked.

"Unfortunately, although you know more, your brain is not as good as I thought." The tone of the saint in white is reverent: "Although the four poems are metaphorical to the law of heaven, they are in the law of heaven, so its superficial meaning is also effective."

"But..."

"Do you want to ask Jin Tong?" The corners of the mouth of the holy people in white raised: "Ha ha, if you can't control the way of heaven, you can still use the way of heaven to practice to a certain level. I said you are a golden boy, and you are a golden boy.

Like Wuhua, he is as intelligent as Wuhua, but he is a hundred times more domineering than Wuhua. An Bochen no longer thinks about why he will be reincarnated in the future and become a demon monk who can't be friends with him.

"Hong Fu, let's go." An Bochen snorted coldly, put away his soul thoughts, and no longer paid attention to the holy clan in white.

"Hmm." Simajin hid in An Bochen's arms. She just whispered and was surprisingly quiet.

The silver gun comes out, and the saint retreats.

An Bochen seemed to return to the time when he made trouble alone more than 200 years ago. When the spirit of blood and courage was ignited, he seemed to be more than a hundred years younger, repeating his spirit and killing decisively.

Holding Simajin, An Bochen's figure was so fast that the pseudo-demon was fast enough, but he could not keep up with An Bochen.

An Bochen once shocked the Yin Dynasty with his unique skill of breaking the face and controlling the war situation. Later, he practiced and returned to the source and controlled the road with a gun. An Bochen still used innocence to control the war situation. The difference was that he had more insights into the rhythm. No matter how fast An Bochen's speed is, it is not as fast as the real Xuanxian. What's more, he is present with fake demonized wings and flying for eight thousand miles. Most of them see the elders at speed. An Bochen's speed was not fast, but it was because he mastered the rhythm of the war, which made him look faster than imagined. Often his gun had been settled and the fake demon had not yet taken action.

"Your companions have reached this level. What do you think of being a mixed talent?" Huang Xianren looked at Lv Fengqi, whose eyes were as heavy as water, and whispered. He couldn't hear whether he was sighing or reproclaiming.

"His progress is really fast. It's hard to say if there was such a shot that year." Looking at the pseudo-demon falling from the sky, Prince Yue muttered.

"And he hasn't done his best yet. However, the pseudo-demons have not yet been moved. Those pseudo-demons in the fairyland are still observing. It's the little green fairy who is talking.

Perhaps it was because An Bochen was too strong that the pseudo-demons who thought they would succeed overnight were surprised. The pseudo-demons who intercepted the little green fairy and others pulled out one after another and besieged An Bochen. The little green fairy and others have taken action, but they only care about commenting and have no intention of coming forward to help.

In their view, An Bochen is certainly strong. In just a moment, more than a dozen real fairyland pseudo-demons fell under a gun that he couldn't understand, but the pseudo-demons were powerful after all. Dozens of Xuanxian, not to mention An Bochen, even the monks present were not opponents.

Before the real critical moment, how can we see the private heart that has not been refined hidden under the immortal bones and Taoist heart?

Even the little green fairy, Gui Wuqi and other people are watching on the wall, not to mention the rest of the monks who are subdued by the lofty breath of pseudo-demons. Although they are amazed, admired and worship the "silver gun", which is also the world-class gunway of An Bochen, they can only look at it, and their hearts are willing but not enough.

The sky is dark, the stars are slightly cloudy, and the bright moon has become a demon.

One person, one shot in the arms of a beautiful woman, fighting alone with the descendants of the saints who once swept the world and occupied the way of heaven. It is extraordinary for An Bochen to persist until this time, all because of his newly completed four elephants. Although it is not obvious and has the momentum, the real shooting is like this, which is the way to go back to the original.

Kill the strongest person with the simplest move.

After killing six more real fairyland pseudo-demons, An Bochen finally ushered in a real enemy, the descendants of saints who practiced as Xuanxian but far beyond ordinary Xuanxian.

A man, a woman and two pseudo-demons showed an evil smile. One left and one right besieged An Bochen. The blue and purple light came to his face. An Bochen only felt a flower in front of him. In an instant, he could not see everything in the world, and his vision was dark.

An Bochen knew that he was the divine channel method of being a pseudo-demon.

"The Four Gods play the gun!"

In a close as soon as it happened, An Bochen actually threw out a silver gun and was innocent, which stunned the audience.

In a blink of an eye, something unexpected happened to everyone. The silver gun turned into four gods holding four elephants and long guns, more than a thousand feet tall, standing in the four directions of An Bochen, arching in an array, and retreating the two mysterious fairyland pseudo-demons.

The Four Gods came from Zhou Tian, but it originated from An Bochen. For the Four Gods, An Bochen has become the Zhou Tian they rely on.

With the shooting of An Bochen, the four gods were officially reborn. From then on, they did not need to live in An Bochen's body, or guard the Zhou Tian Palace for An Bochen, but became the god of the world who could travel the sea and fly in the sky.

Cracking the pseudo-demon magic power, An Bochen repeated the light and continued to fight against the pseudo-demons with the four elephants in his hand. Others could not see it, but Sima Jin, who was held in An Bochen's arms, could clearly see the fine sweat beads on An Bochen's forehead.

For many years, I haven't seen him work so hard.

That year, it seemed to have been a long time ago that Guannan Desert Road single-handedly challenged the emperor. Back to ancient times, there were few waves in the days, as calm as water, and I always felt that there was something missing while enjoying it... It turned out that what was missing was this. The young man saved the beautiful woman and was infected by him. It seemed that he had returned to his teenage years.

Simajin suddenly smiled and smiled comfortably and happily. She gently wiped off the sweat on An Bochen's forehead, and then reached out to touch the veil.

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(A new volume will be opened, and it will be the last volume. Try to finish it safely. There are some words that you can't say. Whether you believe it or not, you haven't really given up this book from beginning to end.

Some people question why the fairy dynasty opened a new book before it was over. I answered honestly that it was for me to survive better.

After quitting smoking this year, my state has declined all the way, and the book has been rushed. What I am facing is not only the frustration every day and every night, the pain and irritability when opening the fairy WORD document, but also the pressure that you can't imagine. The neighbors give advice, friends and relatives talk behind their backs. Although my parents don't give pressure, they have to Struggle. Leaving home, away from the place of right and wrong, and walking all the way south. Friends who have been backpackers know that there is that kind of inn where they work and change accommodation, commonly known as volunteer work, let's not talk about the treatment. I once volunteered until I worked hard to have a certain income and came to the place where I live in a remote village in Yunnan. Although the rent is expensive and the living expenses are not bad, it is enough to cook by myself for two or three hundred yuan a month. I've thought about looking for a job, but after all, I can't let go of the online article, and I can't distract my energy. Just like the protagonist in every novel, he wants to stick to the end. The Xian Dynasty has not expected to generate income for a long time, so I have to put all my hopes in the new book. In the words of a few author's friends, I'm desperate. Is this also wrong?

Why do I have to write about such a waste of time and waste my youth? In order to fulfill my promise to you, to complete the contract of the website, and not to regret myself too much.

It's not that the fairy dynasty doesn't want to write well. Everyone who is familiar with me knows that I am an emotional writer. The outline is very simple. It is a combination of plots one by one in my mind. Because of a series of things such as quitting smoking before, the plot of the fairy dynasty in my mind has become broken. I endured the headache and tried to combine them, but I couldn't satisfy you and me. Of course, a large part of the reason is that I ask for trouble. When I write this kind of thankless article, the plot will be destroyed and I will dig my own grave. Of course, I also have something wrong with it. For a period of time, it was indeed a failure of my character to make up the number of words in order to work full attendance, which I admit.

Now that the new book is opened, it is both a challenge and a hope for me, but I didn't expect to be ridiculed by some readers who used to think that I couldn't see friends across the screen. Maybe I treat you as friends. In your eyes, I'm just an NPC who only uses code words as its meaning. I can't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time.

While meeting your own needs, can you also try to consider it from the perspective of others?

I haven't asked for anything, and I rarely complain. This book is free to read. I'm too lazy to get the so-called sympathy. Some words have been suffocated for a long time.

Originally, I was going to start from scratch. I am very grateful to a few friends who went to the new book to support me, friends who posted and encouraged me in the fairy dynasty book review area, and friends who silently supported me. They are all old friends. Most of them have my contact information. As long as the name appears twice in the book review area, I will not forget it. The rest of the friends who are still watching the fairy Dynasty don't expect anything. They just hope to be a little more patient. PS, it's just a little wine. There is no targeted meaning. Please don't sit in the right seat. I'm really grateful to most of the book friends who have persisted until now.)