The evening breeze is on the lake, the moonlight is mottled, the light boats rippling by the lake, and the soft Jiangnan singing style floats out of the pleasure boat, and it turns in the wind and is suppressed by the noise.

Wearing a blue shirt, An Bochen walked on Wangjun Lake, looking at the bustling crowds on the shore, for a moment, he thought that time had gone back and returned to the extremely familiar old place. Wangjun Lake is still there, the old Tang Dynasty road is still there, but the palace that Wangjun Lake is looking at has become completely different, and it is replaced by a gloomy and terrifying palace.

"Demonic energy?"

Looking at the mysterious mist rising from the top of the palace, An Bochen murmured in a low voice.

Taoist Ya said that Dakuang was now under the rule of the two dynasties by Yin. Just looking at the palace that exudes demonic energy in Liujing, you can tell that the country of Liuguo is under the rule of the dynasty. But looking at the people's appearance and are happy, just like before, An Bochen couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. Although the country changed its ownership and changed to a demon, it seemed not as unbearable as Taoist Ya said.

His eyes were patrolling the palace, and the power of his soul was protruding out. An Bochen noticed two existences with great aura, one was the peak of the fourth level of the immortal realm, and the other was the first to enter the fourth level of the heaven, and his body was filled with demonic aura. Their identity was self-evident.

Li Xuan, Li Zhu and even Shangguan Wan'er are no longer there. Based on their cultivation level back then, they should not have lived for so long.

An Bochen did not intend to kill the demons. He knew nothing about Jie Dynasty. Yin Dynasty had a national teacher who was better than King Dongyue. I think Jie Dynasty would have a powerful existence that was not inferior to him. Furthermore, after sleeping for 180 years, everything was different from others. Now the world seems to be very peaceful. Apart from practicing, An Bochen didn't know what to do.

The power of the soul penetrated into the bead chain, and An Bochen wrote in the glass bottle-"I have arrived in the country of Liu."

The glass bottle sank into the sea and soon floated up. There was another piece of letter inside - "Don't be impatient for a moment, don't disturb the demons."

With a faint smile, An Bochen threw the glass bottle back into the bead chain.

After Wangxin Sect retrieved the bead chain, he immediately took out the glass bottle, which was filled with red fu letters. Year after year, month after month, even if there was no news again, she never stopped. When An Bochen finally sent the message again after more than a hundred years, Sima Jin only replied to one I knew. Although these four words were light, the trembling when he wrote it can't be hidden from An Bochen's eyes.

Time flies, white clouds and dwarfs, and there are always things that will never change.

In the letter, Sima Jin only talked about her recent situation. She studied under Xueyang Jun and now took charge of the Third Princess Mansion of Yin Dynasty, and was a first-rank female official. Xueyang Jun has a high cultivation level and great magical powers. There are also many powerful people in Yin Dynasty. She cannot escape, but she also asked An Bochen not to come to her for the time being, and only said that something big will happen in the near future.

"When the world is peaceful, what else will happen."

An Bochen murmured to himself, and he did not rush to find Sima Jin. The two of them were together for a long time. An Bochen didn't realize anything in the past, but now he has the sixth level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. He pursues the way of heaven in the sky and vaguely senses that fate - they are together, and it seems that they can't last long. To break the fate, his current cultivation alone is far from enough. Furthermore, although Sima Jin didn't say much, An Bochen could also feel something she was planning between the lines. At this time, he went to Yin Dynasty rashly, alarming the immortals of the Yin Dynasty, which might cause her to face danger.

His figure was like flowing clouds and water. An Bochen quietly walked past the lively crowd. Soon, the five-story ink pavilion appeared in front of him.

This is where his path to practice began. After so many years, Mo Yun Tower is still the same as before, but it is no longer the tall buildings in Liujing that are second only to the royal palace. Now there are tall buildings in Liujing, some of which are even more than ten floors high. The top of the attic is full of demonic clouds, which is obviously the place where the demon cultivator lives.

"I thought that after the immortals came to the Eastern Realm, those immortals, gods and demons would make the people enslaved and insulted and promoted them. But today it seems that this is not the case. If the world has changed its master, it has nothing to do with the people."

An Bochen sighed, feeling his heart empty.

More than a hundred years ago, he was still passionate and had put life and death aside, just to fight against the so-called enemies and protect his home and people behind him. Now it seems that all this is just their wishful thinking, and the people are still living and working in peace. The battle between the five towns of Haidu and the blessings of the cave heavens and the thousand-year-olds of struggle, after all, is just a battle for the rights of the immortals and gods above.

He was discouraged, so he couldn't get back even if he went back. An Bochen turned around and wanted to leave.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a cry coming from the Moyun Tower.

After thinking about it, An Bochen stopped and his body was like air, entering Moyun Tower.

There is a large case on the fifth floor of the building. A wooden sign is enshrined on the case, and a large coffin is placed next to the case. The old woman in plain clothes leads the family to hold the coffin and cry.

"It turns out that it was a black-haired man who gave him a white-haired man..."

After looking at the birth and death years on the wooden sign, An Bochen whispered, unable to help feeling a little disappointed.

He thought it was a demon who did evil, so he came to check it out. Although he was a little selfish, to be honest, he had more or less hoped that the people of Liujing under the rule of the Seikoku were not as happy and comfortable as he had seen, so that he could not feel worthless for the things he had paid, and he could have an excuse to continue.

"Forget it, just treat the past as the past."

Shaking his head, An Bochen looked at the place where he was a boy again, and was about to leave, his eyes stagnated and he stayed on a shrine.

This shrine is made of gold and jade, and it is very valuable. I think this family can afford Moyun Tower, so it must be a wealthy family. However, the shrine worships a presence with two wings on the back and a bird-like face, with evil spirits above and below.

As soon as Amber Chen touched the eyes of the statue, he felt a demonic aura emanating from it. The statue seemed to have come alive and grinned towards Amber Chen.

"A little trick!"

A white tide appeared in An Bochen's eyes, and the water turned into ice, freezing the demonic aura in an instant.

The statue seemed to have noticed that the person opposite was not under his control. His eyes fell and his face was expressionless, and he turned back into a motionless golden sculpture.

What happened just now?

An Bochen looked up and down at the shrine, and his soul power was protruding out, but he didn't feel any abnormality anymore, but the demonic aura just now had the fourth level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, which was definitely not his illusion.

Before An Bochen could think deeply, he found that a not-so-powerful aura was flying towards Moyun Tower from far to near.

"Is there really something mysterious about it?"

Looking at the family who were crying with their heads in their arms, An Bochen murmured to himself, retreating to the side.

The person who entered the cloud building looked not old, but had the cultivation level of the third level of the Heavenly True Human Realm and had no demonic energy on his body. There were only two candles in the building, which swayed left and right under the blowing of the cold wind, emitting a faint light. When the man walked up to the fifth floor and his face was exposed to the candlelight, An Bochen suddenly laughed.

"It turned out to be him."

Now, the person who came to the wooden sign walked to the wooden sign with a serious expression.

"Who are you?"

The family saw the visitor's face and their bodies couldn't help but shrink back.

The man ignored it, snorted coldly and walked straight towards the shrine, muttering a word in his mouth to sacrifice the Taoist talisman, and pressed the Taoist talisman on the shrine with his hand.

"What are you doing! Stop it quickly!"

The old woman was shocked and angry, and quickly stepped forward to grab the man and cursed: "It turns out it's you! The gods are above, why don't you all kill you!"

The man's face froze, and a look of sadness and anger flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand and broke away from the old woman and sneered.

"It's so stupid. I still don't know the culprit of killing your son. Your son is still guilty of committing his own sins. Do you still want to continue to harm the people on Zhuque Street?"
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