Under the morning light, a vague figure swept across the West River, passed through the dense forest, and flew south.

The soul leaves the body, and the mind arrives in a flash, which is equivalent to teleportation. An Bochen has not been wandering for a long time, and now he is free from the constraints of his body, so he naturally wants to soar.

Every breath is a little heavy.

The soul is often used by the divine master to deduce the secrets of heaven. An Bochen cannot keep up with his cultivation and cannot use the soul to promote blessings and avoid misfortunes like the divine master. However, he also feels a hint of ominousness. The closer he gets to the south, the stronger the feeling of anxiety.

He jumped into the sky and looked down at the sky, but saw the southern Wu Kingdom thousands of miles away shrouded in haze and gusts of cold wind.

Could it be that the Ghost Army has changed?

My heart tightened, and An Bochen didn't even bother to wander around. His figure flashed and disappeared into the sky of Qi Realm. The next moment he appeared in Wu Jing, who was separated by many mountains and rivers.

The spring is bright and the gentle breeze is warm and charming. An Bochen stood on the streets of Langfang, staring at the huge wedding team with wide eyes.

The gongs and drums were loud and bustling, and the red silk was paved from the street to the end of the street, and the mansion with the words "Sima" written on the plaque was paved.

For no reason, An Bochen's heart thumped wildly. There were no internal organs in his soul, let alone any heart. But An Bochen could clearly feel the tension and anxiety in his heart.

"Concubine Lang is out of the house!"

The shouts came from a distance, and An Bochen was stunned.

She once said that the head of the Sima family would marry her to the royal family, so she would never be crowned Concubine Lang.

After calming down, An Bochen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the door of the mansion.

An embroidered shoe crossed the threshold, followed by a fiery red skirt, and then a red veil, under which was a jade-white mask.

The mask covered most of his face, revealing two beautiful red lips, pursed tightly, and shining with charming brilliance in the sun.

Anbo Chen's soul body shook violently and almost failed to stand firm.

His eyes were facing upwards with red lips and quickly swept past the innocent mask. An Bochen stared at the extremely familiar eyes, and his whole body was exhausted in an instant.

The pupils are like cut water, endless, like the fireworks in winter, condensed like ice, rippling with hazy smoke and waves, beautiful, but it is the kind of heartbreaking beauty.

My heartache was as sad as if, but An Bochen could not bear it, and he turned into a shadow and went straight to the wedding team.

But at this moment, heavy haze spread from the streets of Langfang, and the cold wind whistled. Two people in black robes walked out of it. Under the cloak were a terrifying face, with the left head and the right head and the horse face, each holding a long fork iron rod.

"end!"

The horse face slammed at Amberchen with a stick without saying a word.

An Bochen is a nine-level thunder soul body, so he is naturally not afraid of the Yin God magic weapon, and does not feel pain in the middle stick. However, after all, he is unable to use all the magical powers of the soul and is blocked by the cow head and horse face on the spot.

“Get out of here.”

Amberchen said with a stiff face.

The cow head and horse face looked at each other, shocked and suspicious.

They came from the City God of Wujing and were controlled by the Ghost Army. They came here today just as usual to guard the ghosts in the morning to prevent the troubles of the ghosts during the day. Unexpectedly, the monks and gods on earth came here to wander here and plotted against them.

The divine master has gone, and there are only a few fake gods in the territory of Dakuang Kingdom, as well as strangers who are not born in the world in the west. Who is this young man in front of you?

After a long silence, Niu Tou glanced at the horse's face and bowed to An Bochen and said, "Today is the seventh lady of the Sima family's joyful day. This immortal is still welcome to return home."

"Great joy?"

An Bochen laughed furiously, and ignored it. A trace of lightning flashed in his eyes. The next moment, the soul body crossed the cow head and horse face out of thin air and teleported to the front of the wedding team.

Another gust of cold wind passed by, and a huge ink pen appeared in the void. The judge of the pen appeared immediately, and the shadow of the pen drew talismans in the void. In the blink of an eye, the talismans were drawn, gathering into a heavy haze to trap Amber Chen in it. Amber Chen flashed left and right, but neither teleported nor flying could escape.

"Please go back to the immortal."

The judge, like the bull-headed and horse-faced, was unwilling to offend the monks on earth easily, not to mention that even the judge with vicious eyes could not judge the realm of this soul. Obviously, the young monk did not master the mystery of the magical travel, otherwise how could he be easily trapped? But after all, they were controlled by the Ghost Army and were not allowed to leave their posts without permission, so they could only persuade them in a good voice.

There was a judge in front and a cow head and horse face behind. An Bochen was trapped in it and watched Sima Jin walk towards the magnificent sedan chair, but he was powerless.

Gradually, An Bochen returned to calm, his face as if it was not waved.

Although Shenyou is wonderful, it is just a soul that comes out of her body. Even if An Bochen breaks through the numerous obstacles and comes to her, he cannot take her away. If she doesn't leave her body, she cannot see herself.

The spring was bright, but An Bochen didn't want to look at it anymore. He closed his eyes, and the sound of gongs and drums echoed in his ears, and there was a great irony in the joy.

The bullhead and horse face and the judge looked at An Bochen and waited silently. Suddenly, the young man with extraordinary temperament opened his eyes, and the thunder tide was flooded in his eyes, and the wind, water, and fire were instantly shocked, and the four forces were surging, rising and falling one after another, and the angry sea waves disappeared in an instant, and the young monk disappeared.

With a long sigh, the three ghosts and gods in the underworld looked at each other, and at the same time turned back to look at the girl at the door of the mansion.

Although they didn't say anything, they knew that the long journey to Shangjing was destined to be out of Ontario, but after leaving Wu Jing, they were not within their responsibilities, which made them breathe a sigh of relief.

"Get into the sedan chair."

Purple Dragon Girl said.

One foot was only half a step away from the sedan chair, but it didn't take a long time to get on. Sima Jin swept across the deserted and lively Langfang, as if searching for something.

"No matter who you are waiting for, you can never wait."

The voice of the purple dragon girl is always quiet and indifferent.

"Too."

Sima Jin nodded, stepped onto the sedan chair, suddenly turned around and looked at Zilongnu and said, "By the way, another legendary master died just now."

Hearing this, the purple dragon goddess looked indifferent, and she did not show any surprise, but just said "um".

"Emperor Kuang asked you to come and kill us, but now he is dying one by one at the footstones in your mouth. You are not curious whether this is the original intention of your Majesty."

Sima Jin did not give up. As long as he had not arrived in Shangjing, everything was not fixed.

It’s a pity that the purple dragon girl is still calm and seems to trust the Majesty whom she is loyal to.

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"It's useless. Sit down."

As he said that, the purple dragon girl walked into the sedan chair and stood quietly beside Sima Jin, her face as if it was still water.

“It’s true”

Sima Jin smiled helplessly. As soon as he sat down, the sound of gongs and drums roared, and amid the sound of fireworks and firecrackers, the wedding team had already begun.

It seems difficult to escape under the nose of such a woman who doesn't get into the oil, but she still has to try it. If it really doesn't work, she can only leave her soul and give up her body.

Sima Jin thought to himself, looking at the bead chains on his wrist, and groping gently.

Although this body is troublesome, it belongs to her after all, and she is more or less reluctant to leave. Besides, she still owes him a promise.

Fierce battles are in full swing by the West River.

Wuhua met no one else, but Xu Tai, the general of Qi and one of the thirteen horses.

Xu Tai had the cultivation level of heaven, so he naturally discovered An Bochen who was wandering on the border of Qi. As a general of Qi, he didn't care about An Bochen's reward. He originally didn't bother to come to find An Bochen, but not long ago, a piece of news came that shocked the tigers and wolves of the world. The rebel general of the Liu Kingdom, An Bochen, killed Bahou Jun in a battle in Guanxi.

The Five Tigers, Seven Heroes, Thirteen Horses, are the famous Xiji old man who has been scheduled to do so for many years. However, one of them is vacant because An Bochen killed Ba Hou Jun.

Before the tiger and wolf appeared and replaced Ba Hou Jun, that seat belonged to the rebel general An Bochen. Although no one would admit it on the surface, the tiger and wolf in the world were self-evident based on their strength. Therefore, Xu Tai had to kill An Bochen for public or private purposes. How could a thirteen horse in the world allow a disgrace to be with them?

Finally found An Bochen and met Qin Seng Wuhua again, Xu Tai was overjoyed.

The power between Qi and Qin was like water and fire. If Wuhua could be killed again, Xu Tai's reputation in Kuangxi would definitely rise to the extreme.

But Xu Tai never expected that a young man with a cultivation level in his mere place was so capable. Although he had won the upper hand after fifty battles, he still failed to win.

Xu Tai regretted it a little, regretted not taking some subordinates, one Wuhua Shang was so difficult to deal with. If there were more An Bochen, he was still meditating on the branch, but no matter how you look at it, it was full of weirdness.

With a whip, Xu Tai took the time to look at the branch.
Chapter completed!