"Xiao Anzi, when you were just practicing, I suddenly thought of something."

Suddenly Sima Jin spoke.

"What came to mind?"

"Do you think the Wu Sect is bluffing?"

Upon hearing this, An Bochen's heart moved slightly, and Sima Jin continued: "He has mysterious and powerful power in both legends and dreams, but he has circled in such a big circle again. The only possibility is that he is bluffing. His real strength is not as strong as we imagine."

"Then why did he?" Before Amber Chen finished speaking, he had already realized it.

"It's not because of your name as the Crazy Dragon General." Sima Jin smiled and said, "Your reputation was made one after another, and it's impossible to be faked. The only ones who can be called dragon generals in the world are Lu Fengqi and Li Zilonger. Now there is another you, perhaps even worse than them, but they are also a person who is not inferior to the Five Tigers. His Wu Sect was afraid, so he took small officials as his qualities and set up a dream, and bluffed his voice so that we could get rid of our own."

"His strength is not as strong as it is, but because he is proficient in the art of divine wandering, he deceived the world. Just like the Wuxie layman I once pretended to be."

An Bochen nodded and said, following Sima Jin's thoughts, it was really like this.

Looking at the distance from the vague black dots gradually became clear in the east mountain, An Bochen frowned inadvertently. Although Sima Jin's analysis made sense, An Bochen always felt that it was a little bit different from the truth. It was both like the truth, but it also seemed to be a deliberate outlined truth. Like the mountains and rivers of the southern wilderness, it was always wrapped in a layer of gray fog and could not be seen clearly.

Is the truth of the matter so simple?

An Bochen asked himself in his heart, and glanced at the girl driving the car in the wind. Although she looked calm, her tight lips exposed her urgency.

After the beating came out of the dream, Hongfu was a little wrong. She seemed to be very curious about the Wu Temple and was simply anxious.

Hesitating, An Bochen did not ask.

The gray southern wilderness is filled with smoke and smog, and the miasma is fighting for the bulls. Even in the cloudless sunny day, the sky here will appear blue-gray, as if it is always in a water-soaked scroll, making people dazed.

Shaking his head, An Bochen shook away the inexplicable things in his mind, took a long breath of the sun's energy, then held his breath and concentrated, silently brewing the four forces of the sky.

Before coming to the Southern Wilderness, the flying dragon was taken off the invisibility talisman by Sima Jin. At this time, he flew at full speed and crossed half of the Southern Wilderness from sunrise to afternoon, without attracting anyone's attention. As the two got closer and closer, they became silent. At this moment, a dark cloud flew from the distance, covering the sky above the Eastern Wilderness. A dark evil dragon rose up at the back of the Eastern Wilderness, and was swaying towards the two, which was exactly the same as the scene seen in their dreams.

"It's an illusion."

Sima Jin whispered, suddenly raised his arm, stood straight at the front of the flying dragon, pinching the seal with his hands, and muttering something.

This was the first time that An Bochen saw her casting spells after Sima Jin showed the "Fire Dragon Curse" on Moyun Tower. At Sima's home, she had a group of scouts under her command, and was later captured by the purple dragon girl of the heavenly level. She never had the chance to take action. Now, An Bochen's cultivation is half-waste and can only take action once, so Sima Jin naturally takes the initiative.

"Hold my body."

Sima Jin spoke, a trace of green rays flashed through his eyes, and then a human-shaped white mist floated out leisurely. It seemed to be a soul, but it was different from the ordinary soul's out-of-body out of the body.

An Bochen pulled out Wuxie and stood beside Sima Jin. Although her soul floated out of her eyes, it did not completely leave her body. It was connected to her body and formed a thread.

It must be the spell in that secret book of the immortal family.

An Bochen thought to himself.

But unlike any Dakuang method, Hongfu does not rely on the physical body to cast spells, but relies on the soul, which is closely linked to the body, which should be another wonderful method of unity between man and nature.

Just as An Bochen was thinking, Sima Jin's soul opened his mouth and blew towards the opposite side.

For a moment, the flying sand and stones were flying, and the strange wind whistled, passing a hundred feet above the land, blowing away the evil dragon on the east mountain, but the dark clouds in the sky remained motionless and were not affected by the strange wind blowing out by Sima Jin.

In desperation, Sima Jin had to return home in a daze.

"Although the soul power of the Wu Sect is above me, he is not much more wise. As expected, his cultivation should be of heaven."

Turning his head, Sima Jin explained to An Bochen: "Although he can leave his body as long as he cultivates the soul or soul body, he must be connected to the physical body when he is in the earth level realm. Only by practicing to the heavenly level realm can he leave the physical body without being restricted. And if he has the realm of a divine master, he will not only condense illusions, nor will he use these methods."

An Bochen knew that Sima Jin was not trying to find trouble for this trip, but was testing the Wu Sect's Taoist realm.

When his heart moved, An Bochen suddenly thought of something.

"Yes, Hongfu, you can use the spiritual spirit to cast spells in a divine way. And if I use the spiritual soul to cast spells in a divine way?"

Upon hearing this, a strange color flashed in Sima Jin's eyes, and he looked at An Bochen, who was also a little excited, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

Previously, An Bochen had been confused about how difficult it was to improve his cultivation, but he forgot that it was just the cultivation of the physical body. His soul body had already combined three souls to achieve spiritual souls, and he was the soul who had passed through the Nine-level Heavenly Thunder, which was much more intelligent than the soul of the divine master's realm. If he also practiced the Taoist Technique, the power he could exert was immeasurable.

While talking, the flying dragon was only seventy or eighty steps away from the Wu Temple on the top of Dongshan Mountain, and it was just a blink of an eye.

The dark clouds gathered thicker and thicker. In an instant, the heavy rain was like a waterfall. Although it was a illusion, it was so loud that it was as powerful as the sky and the rivers fell.

An Bochen and Sima Jin shuttled through the illusory rain curtain. When there were about twenty steps left to the top of the mountain, An Bochen raised his arms and drew his gun, his arms passed the afterimage, and Wuxie flew out "swoosh". In an instant, the flying dragon disappeared in the rain curtain, while An Bochen gently hugged Sima Jin and flew up from top to bottom to the temple on Wuxie's feet.

"Boom!"

The temple door, which was like a big mouth, slowly opened, and more than thirty witch envoys in white flew out of the witch temple. They flew into the air, neither swords nor clouds, but riding on "different beasts". When they looked closely, they were big worms with ferocious faces, which was so disgusting.

They didn't seem to have expected that someone would dare to attack the Wu Temple. They all looked surprised and were crushed by warships falling from the sky before they could cast their spells. The few escapers were also swallowed by the snake eagle demon released by Sima Jin.

The raid on Dongshan Wu Temple was much smoother than I thought. Amber Chen fell to the ground, raised his head, looked down at the leaning tower behind the Wu Temple, and saw that the "heavy rain" had stopped at some point.

"Xiao Anzi, why are you stunned?"

Sima Jin's voice came from his ears, and An Bochen calmed down and then walked towards the Wu Temple.

As I saw in my dreams, the first thing that appeared in front of An Bochen and Sima Jin was an extremely long corridor. The walls of the corridor were painted with ancient paintings. The scenes in the painting were like a blessed land of a fairy family. When they were about to reach the exit, there were majestic mountains on the walls, and there were attics of Taoist temples at the top of the peaks, which looked very much like the legendary Taoist sect.

"Donghai Sect?"

Although the light brought by the torch was dark and the pattern faded due to age, An Bochen could still see clearly the ancient seal engraved on the plaque of the Taoist temple. It was a little complicated than the current text of Dakuang, but it could also be distinguished.

The world changes.

A word popped up in my mind. For no reason, An Bochen thought of what he saw and heard when he gathered into a soul that day and asked about the Tao.

A long time ago, was there a sect called Donghai Sect on this Dongshan Mountain, just like the ones drawn in murals?

"Xiao Anzi, I'll see the Wu Sect soon and act according to the opportunity. If he really makes a bluff, don't do it, I have something to ask him."

Sima Jin suddenly spoke.

"What are you going to ask him?"

"You'll know in a while."

The two of them didn't say anything anymore. The long corridor had reached its end. In front of them was a spacious and bright temple hall.

Nine wide sinks are arranged horizontally, exactly like in the dream. The sinks are made of mercury, about nine feet wide and more than thirty feet long, reaching the temple. The only difference is that the afternoon sunlight shines through the dark grid of the dome, and it still shines with silver light, mysterious and bizarre.

The sinks looked like too twists and turns, trapping the man standing on the head of the witch temple, still like in his dreams. He was wearing a green feathered vest, tall and thin, with his back facing An Bochen and Sima Jin, and quietly staring at the prophecy on the tiles opposite him.

An extremely familiar feeling surged into the hearts of the two of them, carrying a hint of chill. This feeling seemed to be back in the dream last night, almost exactly the same, just missing Aqi.

Taking a deep breath, Sima Jin moved his feet. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the man with his back to them suddenly laugh.
Chapter completed!