There are four continents in the center of the world, which were called continents in ancient times, but now they have become simpler and are only called continents. Like every period, the heroes and overlords of the four continents were tired of the emperors on the earth and began to try to turn their eyes to the sky above their heads that had always existed but had never seen well. As they looked, they suddenly realized that the distance between heaven and earth was not as huge as they had imagined before. So, beacons broke out, and the kings and emperors of each continent began to conquer each other, but wanted to gather more resources and strength, and then challenge the seemingly close and thin sky above their heads.

The scout leader came from the southern continent and belonged to a force called Tianyi Sect. Tianyi Sect is the top three forces in the southern continent, and can even rank in the top ten in the four continents. Today, although forces of all sizes emerge one after another, the division of forces has gradually become stable due to the wars for many years. Like in ancient times, the real giants in the world are concentrated in the four continents, including three top-notch forces, the East God Sect in the East, the Tianhe Sect in the South, and the Netherworld Sect in the North. These three forces occupy half of the resources and territory of the four continents. If there are really anyone who challenges the Heavenly Court in the future, they must be one of these three. In addition, there are eight first-class forces like Tianyi Sect, which are not as good as the three forces. They are not afraid of being annexed by the three major forces for the time being. The remaining small and medium-sized forces are in danger.

Of course, in addition to this, there are some powerful forces that do not participate in the battles of heaven and earth, such as the heavenly court that is transcendent, and the immortals such as Jianzhai.

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Through the memory of the scout leader, An Bochen roughly understood the division of heaven and earth. Like all periods, the most lively and cruel thing between heaven and earth is nothing more than attacking and defending, beating and killing. It was fresh at first, but after watching it for a long time, I felt bored.

"If there is an order and the war can be limited to one category, then the world will be peaceful."

An Bochen said to Sima Jin.

"If there is this order, the world will gradually fall into an embarrassing situation of sticking to the old rules, and it will be difficult to make any progress." Sima Jin said while looking at the memory scene condensed by An Bochen for her.

"Even if there is great progress, many things will be put into tens of millions of years. In tens of thousands of years, it will be just a flash of dust." Anbo said in a dim mood.

"From the existence to the invisible, from the invisible to the existence, it is your Zhou Tian Xuan. I thought you could see it better than everyone." Sima Jin glanced at An Bochen strangely, then pretended to be impatient and said, "Okay, stop thinking about these irrelevant things. Look for it, can Lu Fengqi be there? Since this man is the scout leader of the Tianyi Sect, he should be familiar with all the powers and masters."

"Don't be anxious." An Bochen smiled slightly, waved his robe, and the stream where the scout leader was boating turned into a vast ocean, but it no longer flowed forward, but instead stirred up a huge wave, rolling towards the scout leader.

The scout leader was panicked and was already overwhelmed by the huge waves before he could scream.

The huge wave rushed towards An Bochen with all the memories of the scout leader. An Bochen waved his hand again, and the huge waves scattered and turned into more than one hundred trillion water droplets, but were clicked by An Bochen's five fingers one by one, leaving behind hundreds of billions of Dow Jones shadows in front of Sima Jin.

Each water droplet contains a memory of the scout leader. There are hundreds of billions of memory cubes, and even An Bochen cannot absorb them all in an instant.

Sima Jin was bored and sat by the beach, washing his feet while watching the memory scenes that were broken down from the water droplets by An Bochen.

"What, haven't you found Lu Fengqi yet?" Sima Jin asked half of the incense stick.

An Bochen shook his head silently.

Most of the memories have been swept through, and An Bochen still has not found any clues about Lu Fengqi. If Lu Fengqi had not appeared in this era, then there would only be those two possibilities. Thinking of this, An Bochen suddenly felt a little sad.

"With Lu Fengqi's character, he will definitely come to ancient times to seek his best interests. Besides, he has no other choice." Sima Jin stood up from the beach and walked towards An Bochen and said.

"Perhaps there is another possibility. Lu Fengqi's whereabouts are strange, and the scout leader did not find him." An Bochen said.

"You just don't want to admit that he has been erased by the historical order." Sima Jin said: "No matter how you count, he can't be a friend or even a companion. He has always been an enemy."

"Yes." Amberchen did not deny it.

"Then you..." Sima Jin looked at An Bochen deeply and suddenly laughed: "It turns out that you can't stand loneliness than me. I'm afraid you'll have itchy hands long ago. If Lu Fengqi was really wiped out by the historical order, it means that we can do nothing at this time. We can only wait for the collapse of the world, wait until the remnants go to Tongtian Village, and wait for the establishment of the Demon-Suppressing Tower. Moreover, at that time, one of us must be able to achieve supreme, at least Xuanxian, to escape the erasure of the historical order... Indeed, if we keep waiting like this, it is indeed boring."

As Sima Jin spoke, An Bochen had swept all the memories of the scout leader, and the water droplets returned and gathered into big waves, continuing to rush forward. An Bochen looked at the huge waves that were swallowed by the scorching sun in the distance, with an unpredictable expression.

This is his dream. He can make the scorching sun swallow the sea with one thought, or make the summer snowfall, and everything moves with his heart.

"Forget it, just wait." Sima Jin walked forward and approached An Bochen and said, "In the past, someone often said that he wanted to have a good time with me. Now such a good opportunity is in front of me, why don't you cherish it?"

"Yes." Hearing this, An Bochen smiled slightly, turned around and wrapped himself in Sima Jin's soft waist, flashed, and flew towards the flames and scorching sun at the end of the sea. In a blink of an eye, the two were melted by the scorching sun.

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The scout leader was shocked and woke up from the nightmare. He looked up and saw that he returned to the small wine shop in the Yin-Yang Mountain Realm, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The sun sets in the west and dusk has arrived. The scout leader woke up his sleeping companions and then said goodbye to An Bochen.

"I don't know if it's because I'm too upset or the boss's wine is too strong, which makes me fall asleep." The scout leader sighed.

"The wine given to friends is naturally strong wine, how can the strong wine not be intoxicating?" An Bochen said with a smile, and his eyes looked at the scout leader with a faint kindness.

People in this era are selfish, do their own things, and few people are not stained with the sludge. This scout leader is a little different. An Bochen swept his memories for nearly three hundred years, but found that he was a Buddhist in the past, and was kind-hearted. He only joined the Tianyi Sect because of various changes. After entering the sect, he also adhered to principles and stayed away from the battlefield of fierce fighting. Otherwise, with his outstanding cultivation in the sixth level of heaven, how could he be the leader of a scout?

"The boss is really good at talking." The scout leader laughed and hesitated for a moment, saying: "The boss is a person with great skills at first glance. Otherwise, how dare he make a deal in the Yin-Yang Mountain Realm? Why not consider what he said before?"

"This matter depends on the opportunity." An Bochen smiled and bowed: "It's not too early, so staying still and waiting for the dark to go on your way. It would be bad if you are entangled by the Yin-Yang Mountain Realm."

Hearing An Bochen's polite rejection, the scout leader with a national character with a majestic face nodded regretfully: "It's not clear to the Heavenly One Sect, I will come to the boss to ask for wine in the future."

After saying that, the scout leader waved his hand and led his scouts to fly up the clouds and walked towards the distance with a stream of smoke and dust.

Not long after the Tianyi Sect left, the old man from Tianya Pavilion also woke up. He smiled at An Bochen and Sima Jin, threw down a cloth pocket, rode the old donkey lying on the side of the road, and swayed down Yin and Yang Mountain.

"The people in Tianya Pavilion are indeed a virtue that reminds me of Mr. Yi."

Opening the cloth pocket, Amberchen said as he fiddled with a puppet inside.

This puppet was obviously something that the old man left behind to pay for the wine, and compared with the rain-making talisman given by Chi Weiming, it was really hard to see.

"This should be a puppet. As a historical record, Tianya Pavilion is not good at fighting, but is easy to control puppets." Sima Jin said, she put the puppet in her hand and glanced at it several times, and snorted: "It's just a defective product, a stingy old man."

The sunset is gone and night is approaching.

An Bochen and Sima Jin are also ready to close. This is the Yin-Yang Mountain Realm, an ancient military strategist, and there are countless masters here who have no way to reincarnate or are unwilling to reincarnate. They have cultivated ghosts in the underworld and often moved in the dark. The two true immortals of An Bochen and Sima Jin are here. The ghost kings come to test for a few times and no longer bother them. They choose to stay away from them. They will naturally strictly restrain their Yin soldiers. But this is not the case for other passers-by. Yin ghosts absorb Yuanyang and can produce white bones and flesh, which is a supreme temptation for them.

At night, there are often no pedestrians in the Yin-Yang Mountain Realm.

After An Bochen and Sima Jin ordered the puppets to clean up the restaurant, they were thinking about going to play at the Ghost King's Mansion or doing something to entertain themselves.

At this moment, a strange wind swept across the mountain. The breath in the wind was very strange, a little familiar but extremely strange, not the breath of any ghost king in the Yin-Yang Mountain Realm.

A man riding a horse appeared in the air. He was wearing a rare dark gown with his collar hanging down to his toes and a long strip of cloth stuck behind him, revealing the shape of a sword.

A white horse, a head wrapped around, a long cloth wrapped sword.

Sima Jin and An Bochen were stunned at the same time. After looking closely, they realized that the man looked different from the Jianzhai children who were killed by An Bochen in front of Tongtian Village.

Why did the children of Jianzhai appear again? Haven’t we traveled back from the future? Sima Jin looked at An Bochen and said with his eyes.

Who knew that perhaps Jianzhai had already become a force that was transcendent to time. An Bochen also responded with his eyes.

That would be a problem. The children of Jianzhai are not easy to mess with, especially in this era...why should we leave a living place and ask him first before looking at this?

Well, there are never fewer people who think they are authoritative, and they can’t kill them all.

After An Bochen and Sima Jin finished their communication, Sima Jin habitually stepped back a few steps to avoid affecting An Bochen. An Bochen turned his palms and Wuxie was in his hand.

The Jianzhai children riding a white horse on the sky head were obviously different from the one they met before. They had no nonsense, and their murderous eyes showed everything. The long strip of cloth was blown away in the wind, and a black sword appeared in the hands of the Jianzhai children.

It was dark at night, and two hurricanes rose from the heads of An Bochen and Jianzhai's children.

Wuxiezheng was about to come out, and suddenly, a sharp light flew from the west of Yin and Yang Mountain Realm. The sharp light was transformed from a weapon, but it was the weapon that Anbochen was particularly familiar with.

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(For example, I wrote about the protagonist of a big villain, gathering all kinds of vicious and perverted villains in the Hunting Fairy Court with even more than enough personality. Does anyone want to see it?)
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