Chapter 702 The Robbery of the Immortals

When Simajin laughed, An Bochen felt bad.

In his impression, Simajin's smile has always been sunny and fascinated all sentient beings. At this time, in the thunderstorm, tens of thousands of enemies, An Bochen's heart beat wildly, and Sima Jin's eyes were full of laughter, and it was an extremely happy smile. The more so, the more uneasy An Bochen is. In addition to happiness, there is also a trace of determination that she tried to hide in Simajin's smile.

"Bang!"

An Bochen's distraction made the printing in his hand slow by one thousandth of a flick of his fingers. He was entered by a mysterious fairyland pseudo-demon and punched into An Bochen's vest with a meteor. An Bochen staggered and subconsciously hugged Simajin, but unexpectedly, Simajin suddenly pushed him away and moved back.

The sky is full of stars, and the shadows under the moon are heavy.

An Bochen shot and scratched a thunder sea to force the fake demon in front of him. Looking back, Simajin had lifted half of the veil.

"Run!"

Simajin shouted.

A touch of sadness crossed An Bochen's heart. He wanted to stop Simajin, but as soon as his lips opened, Simajin had pulled the veil.

The beauty that can make Xingyue gloomy is presented in front of the ancient people for the first time. Xiaoqing Master, Wang Ziyue, Gui Wuqi, Huang Xianren... Even the demons and fake demons were dumbfounded, and they were all dumbfounded. Only An Bochen stood quietly and looked at Simajin, who was shining but weaker and weaker, with only a self-reproachful look.

This face, what is the sky? Throughout his life, another man can straighten up behind you and wait for you to look back.

That year, the ancestors of the Sima family said to Simajin.

Fortunately, I met him very early.

Looking at An Bochen with a smile, Simajin's face turned pale, and her qi and blood gradually sank, almost transparent. In an instant, her delicate body twirled lightly.

"Red brush!"

An Bochen hurried forward to catch the dying Simajin, but he also missed the moment Simajin fought for him, but how could he run for his life regardless of Simajin himself?

Unless An Bochen is reincarnated as the first person in ancient times, he can't avoid the fate of defeat.

Simajin's most powerful magical talent is not her extraordinary wisdom, nor her ability to discern the strength of her opponent's cultivation, but her invincible face. However, this time she wants to deal with the ancient pseudo-demon. The source of her blood in this life is an ancestor and a real superior for her. Isn't it an axe to attack her ancestors with her strongest holy power? Even if it works, it also exhausts Sima Jin's vitality and is seriously damaged.

Red brush counterattack, only for the sake of the king.

"Bang!"

A tear fell. An Bochen could hear all kinds of voices around him and feel all kinds of greedy, jealousy and envious eyes, but there was only this woman in his arms in his world. Everything was far away from him. Even if the ashamed and angry pseudo-demons were forced on a cold face, he ignored it.

Why did all this become like this? Since when did you fall into this chess game of several historical periods involving countless historical celebrities step by step? Not only trapped, but also faintly happy, enjoying the pleasure of breaking the game again and again, but every time it gets deeper and deeper. Up to now, I have been looking forward to my strength, but I can't even save my beloved woman.

It's not as good as the sunset of the barren road in those years. The two gallop around the world, and don't ask about the story of the immortals.

Yuxin, Yuxin, what do you mean? Do you have to force me to do it for the insects and ants that leverage the history of Tiandao?

Seeing An Bochen holding Simajin in his arms and bowing his head, the man and a female fake demon closest to him looked at each other. At the same time, he bullied him up. His body was as fast as lightning, and he hit An Bochen's head with the power of ten mountains and hundreds of rivers.

"Alas."

A leisurely sigh echoed on the Longbei Mountain, representing the hearts of everyone. They admire and feel pity, but they can only look at them from afar, and they can't save each other.

When his fists fell, An Bochen looked up.

From his dark eyes full of vicissitudes of life in the night, it was red, white, blue and purple, which turned into a transparent cover, covering An Bochen and Sima Jin, and also flicked the two mysterious immortals and fake demons out.

At the moment when An Bochen looked out, the huge Longbei Mountain seemed to tremble.

Longbei Mountain, as the station of the Qingtian Sword, is naturally full of spiritual dragons, but because of the arrival of the devil, half of the spiritual dragons scattered away, and consumed half of the spiritual dragons in the fierce fight of the pseudo-demon. Nowadays, there is little aura left, which is extremely thin. The mountains, flowers and plants are gradually withered, and the strange stones and strange peaks have also lost their original style.

Then with An Bochen holding Sima Jin in his arms, he stood up and walked step by step to the pseudo-demons. The aura around Longbei Mountain gradually recovered unexpectedly, the flowers and trees were strong, and the peaks and stones were full of vitality. At the same time, a breath that made everyone feel trembling from the distance, getting closer and deeper.

"It's a natural disaster!"

The Yellow Immortal said.

There is no need for him to say, but anyone with some insight has found out.

The sky is dark and dark, but it is not the darkness of the night, but the darkness of thunder clouds. No one has ever seen such a magnificent thunder cloud, overwhelming, as if the sky over the four continents is shrouded by it.

"What are you going to do?"

The saint in white, who had not said anything, stared at An Bochen, and his face was no longer as ruddy as before.

An Bochen didn't say anything. He looked at Simajin, who was sleepless in his arms, and sent her to Zhou Tiangong. Then he looked up at Lei Yun, with a strange smile on his mouth.

The reason why it is strange is that An Bochen has never laughed like this. Even when he practiced the seven arrows of the nail head that year and his heart was full of negative energy, he had never shown such a gloomy expression. He was familiar with him and vaguely felt that something bad was going to happen.

"He wants to ruin everything."

Hidden in the magic cloud, it is also the demon master who has been watching on the wall.

"Think about it!"

"It's crazy!"

"It turns out that he is the real devil!"

The scolding was shrouded in the whole Longbei Mountain. One after another, the most fierce scolding was the human monk who had admired An Bochen before.

"Sister, do innocent seniors really want to die with all of us?"

Lu Zhoulei looked at the sky with a pale face and asked in a low voice.

"Maybe. Who blames us for just looking at it? The world has become like this. Lu Zhoushuang said quietly. Somehow, there was a trace of envy in her eyes.

"Is he crossing the Xuanxian disaster? Is the Xuanxian disaster so horrible?"

Lu Zhoulei said.

His last question is exactly the question in everyone's heart. There are few human monks present who have seen the Xuanxian disaster, but if the Xuanxian thunder disaster was really so horrible, this world would have been destroyed countless times.

Naturally, the ordinary Xuanxian disaster is not so horrible, but An Bochen's practice all his life has been destroying the law of heaven. At the beginning, he had crossed the nine thunders before the divine master's realm, just because he was too greedy for luck. At that time, it was even more prosperous today. The meridians in the body have become a dome, and the strength is not weaker than that of Xuanxian, and the gun path created can resist Xuanxian. In this way, how can An Bochen not let the way of heaven fall in favor and more thunder?

"That's it. All of them accompany me through the disaster."

Looking at the increasingly calming thunder clouds, An Bochen whispered.

"Boom!"

The first burst of thunder sounded, and the dragon's back mountain shook violently.

An Bochen slowly rose to the air, with his left hand, and four lights rolled up from a distance, like a flood to Longbei Mountain. The flowers, trees, peaks and rocks on Longbei Mountain became more and more aura. What was swept away by An Bochen was the elements of the four elephants of feng shui, fire and thunder in the spirit of heaven and earth. In this mysterious disaster, he not only wanted to let all sentient beings on the four continents accompany him through the disaster, but also used the four elephants of heaven and earth to achieve his strongest four elephants gun.

If the thunder falls, won't the earth collapse and split?

This idea came into everyone's mind, and the real immortals turned their eyes to those mysterious immortals, hoping that they could stop the catastrophe.

An Bochen is against a group of fake demons, and the leaders of the four continents sit idly by and ignore it. At present, a big disaster is coming, but they can't tolerate them to watch from the wall.

When the first thunderstorm fell, An Bochen roared, gathering the aura of the four elephants of heaven and earth on the tip of the gun and hit the thunder.

"Dang!"

The crisp sound of hitting each other echoes in everyone's ears, which also arouses fear in the depths of people's hearts.

An Bochen's blow was just right, which scattered the thunder to pieces. Looking at the sky from the ground, the dark purple sky was full of cracks, like a broken porcelain plate.

If you don't take action at this time, I don't know how many of my disciples will fall.

Gui Wu didn't expect Lei Si to fall crazily like rain. He sighed secretly. He jumped up and bombarded the thunder.

Then, Xiaoqing Master, Wang Ziyue, Huang Xianren, demons, and pseudo-demons also jumped up one after another, sniping at the thunder disaster that only Xuanxian could resist.

An Bochen hates and resents, but his hand is just right.

If it is successful, the heaven and earth will collapse. If it is not successful, it can use the strength of others to help him overcome the disaster.

In addition, An Bochen also had an idea, but he didn't know if the person over there would seize the opportunity to cooperate with him to complete the first counterattack against Yuxin.

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