nine coffins

Chapter 298 Ghost Town?dead city?
Xiao Luo solemnly took the page of the ancient scroll.With a flash of golden light, Xiao Luo had already put the page of the ancient scroll into his arms.

Even if there is Wen Muran pointing out this page of the ancient scroll, it would take years or even longer to read it with Xiao Luo's tenth reincarnation demon body talent.

Putting away the Cantian Ancient Scroll, Xiao Luo and Wen Muran looked at each other, taking the Cantian Ancient Scroll was their most important purpose for that night.All went well and none of the worst they had expected.

At this time, the black and white priest also fell to the ground with a stone in his heart. For 9000 years, preserving this ancient scroll is one of their important tasks.

Although there is a Taihuang seal on the ancient scroll, no one can open it except Taihuang's bloodline or Xingjun, but there is a hidden alien sect and a treasure in his body, and the pressure it has endured for 9000 years can be imagined.

"In three days, we will come to attend the Holy Maiden Ceremony!" Wen Muran said to the black and white priests.

"Does King Xing have any other orders?" the priest in black asked.

"Now you just have to be good black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect! It will be better in the future." Wen Muran said.

"Subordinates understand!" the black and white priest bowed.

"Mr. Xing, do you have something to ask?" the black-clothed priest said again.

"Speak!" Wen Muran said.

"Is Lord Greedy Wolf still alive?" the black-clothed priest said, and the white-clothed priest also looked at Wen Muran eagerly.

In fact, for 9000 years, black wolves and white wolves have been looking for people from the Taihuang Sect. The reason is naturally to wipe out the remnants, but the news they get is not good.Gradually, they accepted the reality and could only wait quietly.

Now, seeing Wen Mulan's desolation, they realized that Taihuang's blood was still there, and naturally there was a sliver of luck, maybe Tanlang Xingjun was still alive.

After Wen Muran heard this question, his expression darkened.

"In the bloody battle that day, except for you guys who we arranged in advance, almost all the members of the Taihuang Sect died in the Valley of Desolation. Except for me, the seven star kings, only Pojun broke out of the encirclement and disappeared for 9000 years. Dao disappeared. Tanlang had a chance to escape, but you all know his temper, he never retreated, vowed to live and die with Taihuang, and the result..."

Speaking of this, Wen Muran's eyes were slightly closed, his cheeks were tense, and he didn't say any more. For 9000 years, those classmates and brothers who died tragically have never left his mind.

In fact, the cultivation base is greatly reduced, and he cannot be promoted for life, which almost loses the meaning of existence for a powerful monk. For 9000 years, it has been the belief in revival of Taihuang that has supported Wen Muran to live.

The eyes of the black wolf and the white wolf also dimmed. They had all heard about the tricks of the celestial girl Huanhua.

"What about the great emperor?" the white-clothed priest hesitated and asked again.

Wen Muran shook his head, "Although I haven't seen it in person, but with the nature of a witch, the Emperor must be the one she must kill! Otherwise, how could she be willing to give up?"

Hei Lang Bai Lang didn't ask any more questions, but an indelible cold light flashed in his eyes.The hatred between the Taihuangmen and the Huanhua of Ziyou City cannot be eliminated even after reincarnation.

"Take care!" Wen Muran said to the black wolf and the white wolf.

"Three days later, it must be a different holy scripture!" Wen Muran said one last sentence, and then nodded to Xiao Luo.

The two stopped talking, and Xiao Luo clasped his fists at the black wolf and the white wolf.Using the escape method, Wen Muran and Xiao Luo disappeared into the void.

The two of Wen Muran disappeared, and the black and white priests couldn't help but look at each other.

"What's the meaning of Xingjun's last sentence? Could it be that there will be some accidents in the scriptures?" the white-clothed priest said.

The black-clothed priest smiled wryly and shook his head, and said, "How many people can understand the words of Taihuang Wenqu Xingjun? On the day of the grand ceremony, you and I just need to sit firmly in the Cangwu Tower, and everything will be taken care of by the Great Elder and others! , can alarm you and me, presumably not many!"

The white-clothed priest also smiled wryly and nodded, and then said with emotion: "Today, Wenqu Xingjun appeared, and Taihuang's blood is still there. 9000 years, you and I have waited so hard, finally have the result!"

"The light of Taihuang must shine on the whole of China! Otherwise, Haihuang will be buried with him." Two cold lights shot out from the eyes of the black-clothed priest.

The white-clothed priest nodded approvingly, and the two of them didn't say much. With a wave of one hand, the barrier dissipated.In an instant, the two priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect, black and white, were already sitting on the Cangwu Tower, with the black and white cyclone still above their heads.

Nothing seemed to happen.

At this time, Wen Muran and Xiao Luo were already dozens of miles away, and they went straight out of the ghost town.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Xiao Luo looked at Wen Mu and said.Because, after leaving the Wansheng Palace, Wen Muran has not spoken, but is thinking about something.

Hearing Xiao Luo's question, Wen Muran nodded, and said, "I'm worried about the safety of the black wolf and the white wolf, and I feel that the Ghost Sage is starting to be wary or suspicious of the two of them?"

"Oh? How did you see that?" Xiao Luo was slightly taken aback.

"That ghostly saint is weird!" Wen Muran said directly.

"Huh?" Xiao Luo was puzzled.

"In the Immortal Ghost Sect, the suzerain is number one in name, and the only one who can be called with the suzerain is the saint. But as far as I know, the position of the saint has been empty in the fairy ghost sect for many years. The last saint is an unknown Missing. The theory of the saint has long been in name only. If according to what the black wolf and white wolf said, the suzerain is now under their control. Then, on the surface, the suzerain and the nine elders are in charge of the internal affairs of the sect, and the important matters must be the two of them However, once the saintess ascends the throne, the nine elders will definitely be restrained. Don’t forget, the saints were created by ghost saints. At this time, it always feels like a coincidence for the saints to ascend the throne.” Wen said numbly.

"Maybe it's just that the seat has been vacant for a long time, and since she is born with a ghost body, she is naturally the most suitable for the seat of saint!" Xiao Luo said.

"Yeah!" Wen Muran nodded, "There is also such a possibility. I hope that I was too worried. The black and white wolves have been operating in the fairy ghost sect for many years, and I must have expected some things."

"However, since Mister is suspicious, why didn't you remind the two of them?" Xiao Luo asked puzzled.

Wen Muran smiled wryly, and said: "In the Taihuang sect, everyone regards me as the number one think tank, saying that I have no plans. In fact, I don't know how many mistakes I have made in my life. If I just expressed my doubts, it will definitely stir them up. In 9000 years, they are all safe and sound, and there must be extraordinary means. If there is a mistake, it is God's will. Even if we know the suspicion of the ghost saint, we can only resist. Now Taihuangmen There is no Jiexiu in the house, and it is absolutely impossible to bear the wrath of ghost saints. Therefore, it is better for me not to say. Three days later, when the Holy Maiden Ceremony is held, maybe we will see some clues."

"Mr. is still considerate!" Xiao Luo sighed, and at the same time involuntarily touched the ancient scroll hidden in his bosom.

Now Taihuangmen, there is no Jiexiu!This is a kind of helplessness, it seems that improving the cultivation base is the key.

The two of them were speechless, and gradually drifted away with their backs to the ghost city, but they didn't know where they were going.Three days later, they will come back to participate in the Holy Maiden Ceremony.

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On the other side of the ghost town, Amu was sitting cross-legged in a remote corner, meditating.

It's ridiculous to say that when Amu left Wansheng Palace, he wanted to go to an inn to rest.But in the huge Baili ghost town, there was no inn that opened its doors to welcome guests.

At night, this ghost town is really like a dead city.

In fact, Amu went to three inns, but without exception.The doors of these inns are locked tightly, and there is a ghostly atmosphere, but there is no trace of anger.Not only the inn, but also the bustling streets and downtown during the day are completely silent.

Amu even went to the "Anshen" restaurant where he met the essence of plum blossoms, but it was exactly the same there.The front of the wine hangs high, but it is dark.

At this time, in the entire ghost city, Amu could hardly feel the slightest aura fluctuation.This is a very weird bit.Because, in this ghost city, there are many powerful monks.

But their strength seemed to be overshadowed by a silent force emanating from this ghost town.

At this time, the ghost town is like a huge tomb, where countless souls are buried.

There is no other way, and Amu can't break in, because maybe there is an immortal ghost sect standing behind any inn.

And this weirdness gave Amu a sense of oppression, walking in the ghost town at night, he was like a ghost exposed to the sun.Amu had no choice but to find an extremely remote place, opened the blood shadow fish scale clothes, and hid in the night.

At this time, Amu held dozens of silver-level spiritual coins in his hand, and a trace of spiritual power began to pour into Amu's body, nourishing and restoring everything about Amu.

Now Amu still doesn't know how many days he has spent behind the Nether Mountain and in Hell, and everything can only be said after dawn.

The alternation of day and night in the mortal world is that the sun rises and the moon sets, and it comes gradually.

But above the ghost town, there is no moonlight.Amu didn't wait too long. The dozens of silver-level spiritual coins in his hand had just been reduced to ashes, and it was already dawn.

There is almost no gradual process, and the sky suddenly shines.

Amu was extremely uncomfortable with such a rapid change.However, Amu hurriedly stood up, and at the same time shook one hand, the white robe on his body was gone.

This time, Amu changed into a Tsing Yi, and his appearance changed again. His cultivation base is the Dzogchen of the Spiritual Intermediate Stage.

At this time, Amu has changed his identity again.In the ghost town, Amu was still extremely cautious.

There are many pedestrians on the street, and those people seem to come out of the street directly.

On the black and white stone street, bustling and bustling, gradually bustling.It seems that there are several times more people than the day when Amu first arrived in the ghost town.

Amu paid a little attention, and then he knew that he was behind the Nether Mountain, but there were actually three days and nights in total.

Three days later, it will be the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the day of the Holy Maiden Ceremony.

Knowing that he did not miss the Holy Maiden Ceremony, Amu let out a sigh of relief.During the trip to hell, Amu's thoughts changed drastically.He didn't want to make any more troubles, so he wanted to find an inn and wait for the opening ceremony three days later.

The ghost town is huge, there are many monks' inns and ordinary people's inns, but the five or six inns that Amu went to were all full.

It's no wonder that the Holy Maiden Ceremony is approaching, so many immortals flock into the ghost town.Many inns are completely booked out.Especially some middle and low-end inns are extremely popular.

Originally, Amu only wanted to find a low-end inn to settle down, but even if he wanted to pay several times the price, there was absolutely no such thing.There was no other way, Amu had no choice but to go around to a rather grand inn just one street away from the All Saints Palace.

Halloween Inn!

(End of this chapter)