Chapter 697 Into a Gun (Part 1)
Updated: 2012-12-18
The moment the silver spear spread across the sky, there was a silence in both the square and the arena.
Almost all cultivators, regardless of their realm, or real immortals or real people, were impressed by the power of the previous group of demons. Even if someone suddenly came out at this time, they were just showing off their power in their eyes, and they could not defeat the bad luck of being crushed by the group of demons.
Until the silver spear pierced the body of a demon and shattered it outside the void, there were people moving in the crowd.
In just a moment, as more and more demons died under the gun, the monks in the square were no longer as numb as before, and a hot light jumped in their eyes.
"It's the silver spear!"
Someone shouted.
This sound made the crowd in the square "buzz" and even the sixteen true immortals standing on the ring were mostly excited and their eyes were hot.
In the battle of Tianhe, the silver spear is invincible.
Even though he had never experienced the feast that changed the pattern of heaven and earth thirty years ago, who had never heard of the mysterious sect of the Netherworld Sect, the Silver Spear, fighting against the generals of the Heavenly Palace, and had no rivals. Although this Dao Dharma Assembly gathered all the powerful people in the world, and competed to determine the ranking of strong people in various realms. However, if the sage of Lu Jiao Sheng did not come out, the Silver Spear would not come out. Even if he finally competed with the highest standards, which true immortal dared to claim the best in the world.
But I didn't expect the legendary silver spear to come after all, or maybe he was here all the time.
“It’s saved.”
"The silver spear is invincible!"
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The sounds in the square were like tides, rising and falling, and the young and older monks cheered and celebrated, as if they had defeated the demons and kept the glory and dignity of the human monks. Among them, there were only two people who did not say a word and silently looked at Amber Chen, who was fighting against the demons in the sky.
Until this time, Lu Zhoushuang finally knew who the man who made her lose her mind on the way was. After a brief loss of consciousness, she found that she was not surprised at all. Perhaps in the woman's thoughts, even the name Silver Spear may not be worthy of the man who made her heart moved. At this point, she was already lost. From then on, she met in the mountains and rivers and smiled slightly.
Lu Zhoushuang took a deep breath and looked up at the woman wearing a veil on the ring in the horizon. There was no jealousy and envy between her eyebrows, and she felt relieved.
Lu Zhoulei also didn't make a sound, but opened his mouth wide and looked at Amberchen who was killing one demon after another in disbelief.
"It's him..."
Admiration, admiration and envy flashed in his eyes. After a long time, Lu Zhoulei tried to calm down and murmured: "But why did he not save him when he saw death... He obviously has the ability... Why?"
"There is always a reason."
Lu Zhoushuang said lightly: "Zhoulei, do you want to be a man like him?"
"Yes." Lu Zhoulei nodded without hesitation and replied.
"So from now on, don't mention him to others. You know him and be taken care of by him." Lu Zhoushuang said.
Lu Zhoulei was stunned and then nodded slowly.
Everyone was fully focused, waiting for the final outcome. There were also many true immortals flying into the clouds on the ring and fighting side by side with An Bochen. The Lu brothers and sisters were so small that almost no one would take a look at each other, so no one heard their conversation except An Bochen.
The most important prescription and medicine in the youth's passion was self-esteem. Just as Lu Zhoushuang said to Lu Zhoulei, although the two brothers and sisters had a lot to do with the famous Yin Gun, they would never mention today's incident from now on, just because of the self-esteem in the hearts of the young people.
Only the young man's passion can have self-esteem that is worthless in the eyes of the worldly people. In the past, Lu Fengqi had, when he walked out of Longshan and threw it into the Penglai Sea. In the past, An Bochen had, too. In order to break free from the cage of fate, he also threw the self-esteem he had when he was a teenager back to the corner of his heart, and in a trance passed by Yuanjing Village in his dream.
"So that's the case, what I'm missing in this gun is like this."
Looking into the sky, An Bochen murmured.
The gun is like the sky, returning to the beginning.
Although An Bochen's Zhou Tian Xuan Ao can be called profound and profound, and can trace the origin, he wanted to use the power of an ant to turn the universe of Zhou Tian that day, and what he gained later. Using an ant to go against Zhou Tian is because of the unyielding self-esteem of the ants, and the ants also have self-esteem and dare to go against the gods and demons of Zhou Tian.
Once he was attracted by the gun, Amber Chen was radiant, and his temperament suddenly changed. He was no longer so calm and steady. On the contrary, he was like when he was a teenager, and his whole body was filled with a lively and elegant atmosphere.
The fierce battle was right now, and only Sima Jin paid attention to An Bochen's change.
Staring at An Bochen who was withdrawing from the battle circle and deducing his marksmanship outside the world, Sima Jin smiled happily, then flew out of the arena, guarding A Bochen's side to protect him.
Just because An Bochen shot into the sky and disrupted the original arrangement of the devil. The monks on the square on the ring were inspired by An Bochen and flew into the sky to fight with the devil. It was dark and it was really dark.
"It's better to enter the Zhoutian Palace." Sima Jin said to An Bochen.
"Okay." An Bochen nodded, and took advantage of the chaos and picked up Sima and saw no trace in blinking.
The fairy palace plays the heavenly palace, and there is the Zhoutian in the palace.
An Bochen deduced the gun in Zhoutian Palace, and Sima Jin sat quietly beside him, staring at him without turning his eyes.
Both Anbochen and Sima Jin know that once Anbochen deduces the Four Elephant Spike of Zhoutian, he can use it to break through Xuanxian. Once he breaks through Xuanxian, with Anbochen's Zhoutian source power, he can at least be invincible at the same level at the first level of power.
Breaking through Xuanxian requires understanding the mystery of time and the accumulation of vital energy. With the Zhoutian Palace in hand, Anbochen's vital energy has already been full. In recent years, the world of freedom and stopping, Anbochen has already realized several myths of time. Logically speaking, he has been able to break through the real immortal realm and become Xuanxian, and all he has to do is to overcome the tribulation.
This catastrophe was the most difficult disaster in An Bochen's life. The world was about to collapse, and Yu Xin was staring at him with no intention, which made it difficult for An Bochen, who had been in this era to control his own destiny. In the final analysis, it was because of insufficient power. If An Bochen had the power to kill the Xuanxian in seconds and resist the supreme power, why would he worry about not being able to control his destiny?
And this gun, the Zhoutian Four Elephant Spike, is the foundation for An Bochen to master the power.
As long as this gun is refined, even if the Xuanxian tribulation is terrifying, An Bochen is confident that he can shoot the heavenly tribulation and resolve it.
After refining this shot, even if you can't compete with the supreme ones, you're more than enough to protect yourself.
Three months in the Zhoutian Palace, An Bochen woke up from entering into meditation, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. Then a gun shadow jumped out and wandered and changed. Finally, the huge walls of the palace were reflected, but it turned into four figures of gun dancing.
"Four Gods of Feng Shui, Fire and Thunder?"
Sima Jin stared at the four walls and blurted out subconsciously.
Chapter completed!