"What a weird thunder."

On the top of the city, Zhang Bushi murmured in a low voice.

Just now, even he was shocked by the gust of purple thunder like a storm. He thought that Liujing would not be protected, but unexpectedly the thunder was hanging in the air and could not fall for a long time.

As the night was about to end, the thunder did not fall, but gradually became silent, with shadows and lights but not appearances, but the people in the city were worried all night.

When I looked at Wuhua in a blink of an eye, I also showed deep thoughts when I saw him.

The eyes met, and the two of them did not speak, but they thought of one thing at the same time.

Brother An disappeared all night, life and death are uncertain. Will the thunder be related to him?

Before he could think about it, there was a scream from the side. Zhang Bushi turned his head and looked at it. Under the sky of Qingmeng, the siege crossbow chariot was pushed by the strong soldiers and slowly rushed towards the city wall. The archer and spearmen pressed the formation. After the cavalry, tens of thousands of troops took a thunderous pace. In a short time, they had crossed half a mile and headed towards the city.

At this time, there were dozens of families and more than a hundred Jinwu Guards on the top of the city. They were tired all night and rained all night. At this time, they were shaky and couldn't stand firm. How could they have the strength to face the enemy? The most important point is that An Bochen disappeared and had no backbone. The people on the top of the city were like a pile of loose sand. There were few people and were not in harmony at the moment. I am afraid that the rebels would attack the city in less than half an hour.

Zhang Bushi shook his head secretly, feeling helpless.

How Liujing was originally nothing to do with him. After finding out that Wuxie lay Buddhist, he did not return to the school and said that it was just to spend some time. The current Liujing Rebellion is like a play, and he is a spectator from the audience, quietly waiting for the scene to fall, waiting for the young man who made him curious about success or failure.

No matter whether it is success or failure or the scene falls, he will eventually turn back to Zhongdu. The personal relationship is private relationship. He is the successor of the Emperor's Uncle Zhongdu, Wuhua is a disciple of the Qin Dynasty monk, and An Bochen is a rising star in Liu Kingdom. In the future, he will inevitably follow his own masters. I don't know how much I remember today's friendship.

Looking at Wuhua, who was slightly nervous beside him, Zhang Bushi smiled bitterly and shook his head, then turned around and looked into the direction of the palace, as if looking for something.

At the height of the palace and on the top of the pavilion, An Bochen wanders in the sea of ​​thunder that is about to dissipate, and wakes up like a dream.

Turning around, Amberchen pointed to his body and subconsciously spoke: "Please ask for the Heavenly Soul."

The crystal clear dots in the eyes, like tears and mist, gradually gathering. Looking at his body, An Bochen felt a little inexplicable emotion, and also an indescribable joy. But he saw a phantom slowly crawling out, swimming into the sea of ​​thunder, and flying above the earth's soul.

The heavenly soul is above and the earthly soul is below. The bloodlines in the dark tie them tightly together.

At this moment, An Bochen felt strange again.

Looking down at your feet, you can see the seventy-mile Liujing in your eyes, and look at the sky. The mystery of the day and night slowly spreads out. Close your eyes, and the glory of everything in the sky and the earth is gathered in your heart, as if you can detect it without looking, and it also seems that you have two pairs of eyes at the same time, overlooking the heaven and earth.

The sea of ​​thunder creates waves, setting off the last wave and rushing towards the two souls of heaven and earth.

The earth soul floated on the ground, the heavenly soul fell, and it roared and collided. When An Bochen opened his eyes again, he suddenly realized that he was floating in the sky, his body was as light as cotton wool, swimming with the wind.

The heavy rain that had been falling for three days and three nights finally subsided, dark clouds drifted to both sides, and the sunlight fell and sprinkled into the mortal world.

An Bochen flew towards the sunlight, warding against the wind, and the pleasure in his heart was hard to describe.

After struggling under the seventh level of heavenly thunder for a night, An Bochen's earth soul has been tempered to the extreme, broken and then established, and reborn in the fire. The heavenly soul, one of the three souls, was also awakened at the moment when day and night, and merged with the earth soul in the tempering of the sea of ​​thunder.

The earth soul can only walk in the dark, rushing and jumping, but not soaring. Now, the two earth souls are refined at the same time today. An Bochen's new soul body is not afraid of the daytime sunlight, can control the wind, and can also blink the fingers and observe all things in the world. It is clear in the chest. Even without shrinking the earth talisman, you can observe all over the Liujing. Such magical powers are close to the legendary ghosts and gods.

An Bochen vaguely felt that this newly refined soul body was still very fragile and had endless potential to be explored. Just like the previous earth soul, it needed to be refined to complete the task, and then gathered into a life soul, and the three souls were united to achieve the spiritual soul. But how to refine it, or whether to swallow the heavenly thunder? What kind of magical power will be produced after each tempering?

An Bochen didn't know and didn't have time to think so much.

Flying against the wind and soaring in the white clouds, the heaven and earth in front of us became wonderful. Amber Chen was extremely happy. Looking up at the red sun, he just wanted to fly out of this world and see what kind of existence there exists in the sun and moon above the sky.

However, just as he wanted to control the wind, there were suddenly shouts of killing in his ears. When his heart moved, An Bochen had already seen tens of thousands of enemy troops swarming to the north city.

"I just have to be happy and forget the main business."

After patting his head, An Bochen muttered, then he was stunned. He looked down inexplicably and saw that his body, whose souls of heaven and earth, was no longer a vague phantom, but was clearly distinguished. He could see it, but it was a phantom, which was very wonderful.

Tickling his head, An Bochen grinned and looked at it. He saw two shells lying on a cloud in the sky, one black and one white, about forty feet long, which were the two snakes on the left. At this time, they could no longer be called snakes. They grew dragon horns on their heads and dragon claws also grew under their abdomen, but seven claws were not full, six claws were more than half dragon and half dragon.

The most important thing is that the two dragons in front of them have died out of breath, leaving only the dragon balls in their bodies and mouths.

The snake demon who was originally a Xuande Cave Heaven, stole into Dakuang for the Dragon Girl he fell in love and left a beautiful reputation as a splendid reputation. In the end, he died of the seventh heavenly thunderstorm due to the greed in his nature.

The huge rock pressing on An Bochen's heart was finally smashed to pieces by him. The second demon from Zuo died quietly at the sky of Liujing, just as silent as they came.

An Bochen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the dead two demons quietly, without much joy or much sadness.

If it weren't for them, Amber Chen wouldn't have come to the surging Liujing, nor would have gone through all kinds of fortunes, and stepped on the edge of the fairy dust with half a foot. How could the two demons be dissuaded Anbo Chen? Amber Chen was jogging from an ignorant servant in the whirlpool of undercurrents and undulating vortex, and finally picked up the fairy fate with the body of the mortal body, first entered the great way, and flipped his hands to remove the two demons.

However, how many people will know the whole story of the demon-slaying boy who had been fighting for the seventh year of Kaiping.

"Forget it, let's give this great merit to Mr. Wuxie."

With a smile, An Bochen flew to the edge of the clouds, hesitated, picked up the demon body of the left prime minister with one hand, and then moved down from the wind.

The crossbow carriage wrapped in the rolling wood that was embraced by the five people, colliding into the city wall under the slogans of the soldiers. No matter how strong the city wall of Liujing was, it could not withstand the impact of the wood for more than half an hour. Cracked at the corners of the wall, the wall was shaking, and gravel powder rolled down from time to time.

The people who were originally standing on the city had already retreated back to the city, and the people in the city were panicked, looking at the city wall that had protected the scenery of flowers from generation to generation in Jiangnan with tears, and were already desperate. Outside the city gate, behind the army, the old man sat in the camp tent, looked at the calm sky, and shook his head with a wry smile.

As usual, at this time, he should have walked around the city's morning tea shop. Ordered a pot of good tea, ordered a basket of soup dumplings, and enjoyed the peace and tranquility of the morning with ease. But now he had to order to attack the city and razed the city that had been staying for seven years to the ground. Naturally, the soup dumplings were not eaten...

"Bo Chen, Bo Chen, I'm making things difficult for you."

Thinking of the little servant who knew nothing about life and death, Xiao Hou felt bitter in his mouth and felt secretly regretful.

"boom!"

He raised his head and the cheers of the soldiers were deafening, but a corner of the city wall had been knocked into a gap, which could allow five horses to gallop.

After waiting for a moment, Xiao Hou smiled mockingly and picked up the order sign on the case.

"boom!"

Another loud noise came. Xiao Hou frowned and looked at it. His expression suddenly froze. He saw a dragon about fifty feet descending from the sky, landing heavily on the city wall, hovering and hanging, barely stopping the cavalry who were eager to attack the city.

The whole body was trembling. Xiao Hou opened his mouth, but for a long time he didn't know what to say. There was nothing else in his eyes except for incredible ecstasy.

Mr. Xiao has not lost his composure, but how could the rest be as calm as him?

The black dragon hung on the top of the city like a draped noodles, but it was dead and there was also silence around it, leaving only the whispers of the morning breeze and the gasping of everyone.

In and outside the city, everyone looked at the black dragon's corpse in disbelief. The situation of the two dragons fighting vaguely appeared in front of them. At that time, it was already like a dream. The legendary dragon fairy died miserably on the city wall. The people, soldiers and children of aristocratic families were stunned, but they were stunned.

Until a clear voice sounded from the sky—

"Today's chaos is entirely due to this dragon demon. This demon is the left prime minister who deceives the king and the emperor, frames loyal and kindness, and throws Liujing into war. It is really abominable. Now the Japanese lay Buddhists have killed it, and there is no more disaster. Everyone will return to their positions, and the two armies will retreat. If they fight again, don't blame someone for being ruthless!"

Silent.

After a long time, cheers rang out and echoed around Liujing. The people cried with joy and knelt down to the sky. The soldiers who had fought fiercely before also threw down their weapons, looked at each other speechlessly, and breathed a sigh of relief. The rebels outside the city quietly retreated. Although Liujing was full of holes and ruins, the thousands of dark clouds covering the capital disappeared, and the morning light shone down. Even on the early morning of winter, there was a faint warmth.

"Dare you ask the master for his honorary surname?"

I don’t know who shouted first, but the people all looked at the sky with respect, whispering and speculating.

After a long silence, some stiff voices came from the sky and clouds.

"This layman... has no evil name."

......

"At the end of the seventh year of Kaiping, a dragon demon caused trouble to the court, deceived the emperor and led the rebels into the capital. At that time, the school guard An Bochen led the Jinwu Guard to guard the city, killed the generals and defeated the enemy, and blocked the enemy overnight... Liu Jun disappeared, fortunately, a master and innocent man killed the demons and eliminated the demons and quelled the rebellion... Duke Huo was injustice... The princess was given the title of Yilong..."
Chapter completed!