nine coffins

Chapter 1053 Purple Cloaked Chaos!Within the Three Realms, who is the Heavenly Soul?

Liuzhen for 45 years.

Seven miles outside Liuzhen, the tombs of Wang Xue and Wang Qing are accompanied by the tomb of Wang Jue.In March of Yangchun, time flies by.It has been five years since Wang Xue and Wang Qing died.

In front of the tomb, stood two old men.

Shen Yan's hair has turned gray.The purple clothes were already washed white.Amu's hair was completely white.On its face, there are many wrinkles, showing its old appearance.

In the past five years, Amu has aged very badly.What's more, according to Liu Zhen's age, Amu is already over sixty years old.

In front of the tomb, there are still wine gourds, fruits, and a large bowl of fish soup.All these years, it has been like this.In the copper basin, the paper is burning vigorously, and the fine ash is flying with the wind.

Shen Yan held Amu's arm, and Amu's body was already a little bent.

Looking at the tombs of the master and his children, neither of the old couple said much.

Five years on, they've said all they need to say.Neither of the old couple shed tears.People, once they get older, they probably lose sight of many things.They just come and see.

"Let's go!" Amu patted Shen Yan's hand.

"En!" Shen Yan nodded, holding Amu all the time.The old couple turned around and walked towards Liu Zhen.

In March, the green grass is luxuriant and the trails are traced.A Mu's body is obviously not as good as Shen Yan's, and he walks quite slowly.Shen Yan half-supported Amu, and followed suit.

At this point, it was already afternoon.

Two rounds of daylight have just staggered.The shadows of Amu and Shen Yan merged into one and then gradually separated.

Neither of them spoke, and both seemed to be walking seriously.Amu and Shen Yan have lived together in Liuzhen for more than 40 years.A lot of words need not be said, they are already understood.

"Cough—cough—" From time to time, Amu stopped, panting and coughing slightly.Shen Yan then gently patted his back and rubbed his chest.

This is Amu's old problem.After resting for a while, the two continued walking.

Seven miles, neither short nor long.However, the old couple walked for nearly an hour.

Double day skew.Outside Liu Town, the shadows of the old couple gradually grew longer.Shen Yan's hand never left Amu.Amu is getting old, and Shen Yan is afraid that if she lets go, Amu will disappear.

"Old man, what do you want to eat tonight?" Shen Yan asked.

"Stay the same! It's better to be lighter." Amu coughed again habitually.

"En! Good." Shen Yan nodded and did not speak again.

The old house of the Wang family has the same blue bricks and gray tiles, but it looks a little older.After Wang Xue and Wang Qing died, Amu and Shen Yan really had nothing to desire.

In the past five years, the Wang family seems to have become much deserted.The old couple depended on each other for life.Li Shui and Li Ruo came here often, but the Wang family still felt empty.

In the past few years, Amu has been insisting on making coffins.Moreover, relatively more people in the three villages have died in recent years.All the coffins were made by Amu himself.

Life and death, Amu is already very indifferent.However, this is Amu's last wish for Mimura.

Liuzhen for 45 years.

The backyard of the Wang family's old house is still like another world.After Wang Jue died, no one came or disturbed.The black and white coffin floats up and down in the purple pool.

It's just that at this time, there is a trace of extremely unexpected aura in Liu Town, gathering towards the backyard of Wang's family.

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Asura Demon Continent, Star Field of War.

The vast sea of ​​stars, endless floating land.After Long Xin repaired the ghost coffin, the time in the Shura world began to slow down.However, compared to Haihuang and Tianzhou, it is still several times faster.

It has been nearly [-] years in Haihuang and Tianzhou, and thousands of years have passed in Shura Realm.

At this time, a gray light flashed across the vast star field, like lightning.In fact, it was a kind of jump in space.

In an instant, it is thousands of miles.That is at least a monk of the original immortal level.And the monks of the original immortal level are already a kind of dominator-like existence in the Shura world.

After all, there is only one Muyun Villa in Asura Demon Continent.

However, at this time, that gray shadow was actually pursued by a purple light.One gray and one purple, a million miles in an instant.If it weren't for the fact that Shura's star field survey said it was endless, I am afraid that this escape and pursuit would not have been possible.

But who knows, this chase and escape has actually lasted for hundreds of years.Zhan, Remnant, and Dou Shura's three major star regions in the north of Demon Continent have all been visited.

At this moment, the gray shadow in front finally stopped on a second-level floating land.That purple light also stopped several miles away.

The former is an old man in gray clothes, his clothes are disheveled and looks rather shabby.At this time, his face was tired, and he was holding three fairy talismans in his hand.

That's not someone else, the old man who is painting the soul of the Shura Demon Servant.And the one chasing him was a man in purple with his feet on purple clouds.

Two people, facing each other from a distance.The distance of a few miles is nothing at all.

Back then, when Amu and Shen Yan left the Asura Realm, Hua Hun resumed a free and wandering life.In the entire world of Mozhou, except for those top-level powers, there are very few people who know him.

Playing in the wind and dust, wandering in Shura.The time in Mozhou suddenly lasted nearly ten thousand years.Until, more than a hundred years ago, the man in purple found him.Since then, the soul of painting is no longer peaceful.

The original fairy triple realm!This is the realm of painting soul.You know, the realm of painting soul will no longer be promoted.In the realm of the original fairy, he can survive tens of thousands of years, relying on his identity as a devil servant and the special physique of the ghost bird king.

However, the soul of painting is getting old.After all, he is just a person watching the chess game, not a player.

"Hua Hun, why didn't you run away?" The purple-clothed man said calmly, as if he wasn't angry at all because Hua Hun flew away.

"Old man, I'm tired!" Hua Hun smiled wryly.The fairy talisman in his hand shook slightly.

"The ghost bird king also has today?" The man in purple sneered.

"Are you King Mu?" Hua Hun squinted his eyes, trying his best to see through the man in purple.However, the painting soul can't see through anything at the third level of the original immortal.

"Did you say I'm King Mu?" The voice of the man in purple changed suddenly, completely different from the voice just now.Under the purple clothes, he seemed to be a different person in an instant.

"I'm just a soulless man!" The purple-clothed man's voice recovered, "What does it matter who it is?"

The purple light did not change, and the purple clouds lingered, but the soul under the purple clothes seemed to change instantly.The old man's eyes were filled with astonishment.

No soul and no way!He just heard Baimei mention this name.

As far as he knew, this was the second time he had appeared in the Shura world.Last time, the blood moon Hanji had fought against the purple-clothed man, but he was forced to retreat by the descendants of the phoenix.

"What do you want?" Huahun said slowly.

"Oh?" The man in purple couldn't help but chuckled, "You know what I want?"

"Hey!" The old man Huahun smiled, "Otherwise, with your realm, why would you chase me for more than a hundred years?"

"People in Canghai seem to be very smart." The cloud under the purple-clothed man's feet rolled slightly, "So, you have been leading me around the three major star regions in the north of the Asura Realm."

"Hey!" The old man Huahun smiled again, and at the same time glanced at the vast star field, with a slightly complicated expression in his eyes, "I am an old bird, I have stolen tens of thousands of years. After the fall of the immortal, I have been wandering in the magic continent, saying that Roots also have roots, and no roots have no roots. As soon as you appear, I know that my disaster has come. Ha ha! So, shouldn’t you take a good look at the old things in these three star regions?"

The man in purple sneered.

"The Yin Soul Bird King was transformed from countless dead souls, yet he still has such feelings?"

"Feelings! Haha——" the old man Huahun couldn't help laughing twice, and then there was a look of nostalgia in his eyes, "I have feelings. Because I belong to the sea!"

At that moment, a faint blue glow radiated from the Soul Painting Bird King's body.It was an aura that belonged to the Canghai lineage within the Three Realms.

"The sea, the sea!" The voice of the man in purple was full of inexplicable emotions.Why?Every person in the sea is so special.

Canghai Xianzun is indeed the most unpredictable person in the Three Realms.

"Huahun, it seems that you won't give me what I need, will you?"

"What do you want?" The old man Huahun held the fairy talisman in his hand, with a half-smile.

"You should know, what do I want?" The man in purple sneered, "Hua Hun, there are not many people in the Three Realms who know the secret. Otherwise, you wouldn't have spent more than a hundred years in the Shura Northern Territory. You Testing me. Right?"

"Hehe!" Hua Hun was noncommittal, but sneered twice.

silence!The silence between two people is like a cold star field.

Half the day is gone, half the black is empty.

At this time, Hua Hun no longer runs away, because running away is meaningless.The three fairy talismans in his hand flickered like the flames of midnight lights.

The man in purple stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was in control of everything.

"Painting Soul!" The purple-clothed man finally spoke slowly, "Tell me, who else is the Heavenly Soul in the Three Realms?"

"Heavenly Soul?" The pupils of the old man Huahun shrank slightly, and then he laughed, "You finally said what you thought in your heart, King Mu! But, how could you find the answer from me?"

call--

At the same time, the fairy talisman of the old man Huahun has already been shot.A fairy talisman formed a hundred-foot-long tail, like electricity and light, directly piercing through the void of the vast star field and attacking the man in purple.

Once upon a time, Huahun once said that a fairy talisman could destroy the nine layers of immortality.

At this time, the power of the fairy talisman was indeed extraordinary, and the entire second-level floating land seemed to be trembling.The ghost bird king is at the third level of Yuanxian, but his real combat power is definitely above the fifth level of Yuanxian.

A fairy talisman came out, and the power of the original fairy stirred the void.

However, this fairy talisman is meant to deal with soulless and innocent people.Pieces of the gray clothes on the old man Huahun had already begun to fall off, and endless black mist began to rise.

No matter what, the painting soul still wants to fight.

snort!
The man in purple stood in the void, his body didn't move at all, he just waved his hand lightly.A dark force spread like water ripples.

The purple clouds rolled under the feet of the purple-clothed man without sound.

bang——

The first talisman of Painting Soul exploded a hundred feet in front of the purple-clothed man.When the sun was dark, the talisman was like fireworks in hell.

At the same time, the second fairy talisman of painting soul followed.That trajectory is generally the same as the first fairy talisman.However, the man in purple still waved his hand.

boom--

The situation is exactly the same as before.

The two fairy talismans that painted the soul could not get close to the hundred feet in front of the man in purple.This is not a class fight at all.

"Yongjing?" The old man Huahun smiled sadly.He knew that today he would definitely die.

call--

The third fairy talisman, come out again.

boom--

The fairy talisman still exploded hundreds of feet in front of the purple-clothed man.

"Yin Soul Bird King, why bother to resist? Tell me, who else is the Heavenly Soul within the Three Realms?" The purple-clothed man calmed down and stood in the void of the second-level floating land.However, his voice cannot be questioned.

"Huh?" But at this moment, a black and white light actually lit up among the three fairy talismans that exploded in sequence in the void.That black and white light is like a sword.

The three immortal talismans are only for this ray of light.

Nether Light!

The purple-clothed man let out a "huh", and he didn't seem to have thought that the three fairy talismans of the painting soul old man would have hidden changes, and that they were actually the nemesis of ghostly things.

And there should be only one person in the Shura world who has the light of the nether world.That is, the grave keeper with white eyebrows.The ghost bird king also possesses the light of the nether world?
It's just that this ghostly light can't do anything to the man in purple.

"Scatter!" The man in purple shouted.

call--

The man in purple dare not challenge the light of the netherworld.But seeing the purple cloud rolling, the man in purple was split into two in an instant.In the void, two purple-clothed men suddenly appeared, like mirror images.

The light of the nether world passed through it.

And one of the purple-clothed men reached out slightly, and in his hand was actually holding an ancient white banner.The ancient banner is plain, without any variegated patterns.However, a gray light floated above the white flag.

Whoops——

The ancient flag swayed slightly, and rolled directly towards the ghostly light.

And the other purple-clothed man, with a light step, arrived in front of the ghost bird king.

At this time, black mist billowed from the body of the Yin Soul Bird King, and the two huge black wings on the back were like Kunpeng.Endless dead air spread throughout the void.

Thousands of ghosts crawled all over the void.

The painting soul old man is already about to show his true colors.You must know that any ghost bird king is born from the collection of countless ghosts.

And the purple-clothed man who came from the painting soul waved his hand, and what appeared in his hand was an ancient black banner.

"Yin-Yang Chaos Banner?" The old man Huahun showed horror in his eyes, "You are not King Mu—"

(End of this chapter)