nine coffins

Chapter 430 Who is the old monk in gray robe?

1 years is too long, just for today.

In front of the Brahma Temple, Taihuang Wenqu Xingjun Wen was dumb, looking up to the sky and laughing, but there was too much sadness and abjection in this laughter.

Frosty temples, empty robe sleeves. 1 years, even in the second realm of soul robbery, is also a long time.If it weren't for the firmness of heart, Taihuang Wenqu would not have survived until now.

The all-powerful Wenqu Xingjun back then, with one arm in Tsing Yi, is now just a middle-level Dzogchen of scattered souls. For 1 years, the cultivation base will not rise but fall.

There are so many great powers in Haihuang, but their eyes are numb, and they are silent for a while.

But at this moment, suddenly, in the direction of the backyard of Fantian Temple, a Buddha's light soared to the sky.

"Amitabha--"

A Buddha's chant resounded through the clouds, dispelling Wen Muran's laughter.

Brahma Seven Buddha Hall!Tian Lun and other Brahma monks were moved in their hearts, the Buddha name did come from the most mysterious Seven Buddha Hall in Brahma Temple.

Everyone, follow the prestige.

Goodbye, in the void, there are bursts of Buddha's light.An old monk in an old gray robe came here step by step from the Buddha's light.

The catastrophe of the wind!All those who saw the great power of the old monk's cultivation were all shocked.How many cataclysmic realms does the ancient temple Brahma have?
The pace seems to be slow but fast, after three or four steps, the old monk has already come to the front.

"Senior Brother Tian Punishment!" Master Tian Lun's complexion changed, and he took a step forward, but stood in front of the old monk.

"Senior Brother Tian Punishment..." Master Tian Lun had a complicated look on his face.

The gray-robed old monk smiled and shook his head, signaling Master Tianlun not to say more.

Master Tian Lun looked at the gray-robed old monk, hesitated to speak, but did not completely move away.

"Junior Brother Tianlun, 1 years, Taihuang is actually a demon in my heart! If I don't get rid of it, I will not be consummated in this life! Please be merciful, Junior Brother!" After finishing speaking, the gray-robed old monk put his hands together and saluted Master Tianlun.

"Ah!" Master Tian Lun couldn't help sighing when he heard this, and returned the courtesy, before stepping away.

The gray-robed old monk smiled, walked up to Wen Muran, and looked at Wen Muran quietly.

That look in his eyes was indescribably complicated.Joy, pain, helplessness, struggle...

After a while, the gray-robed old monk clasped his hands together, made a deep salute to Wen, and said slowly: "Old man is punished by heaven, I have seen King Xing!"

From the appearance of the gray-clothed old monk, Wen Muran locked his eyes tightly and stared at him.

Taihuang Wenqu, with unparalleled wisdom, has a photographic memory.He can be sure that he has never seen this gray-clothed old monk, and he has never planted a secret in Brahma Temple.

However, this gray-robed old monk gave Wen Muran a very strange feeling, it was a familiar and extremely familiar feeling.

old friend?Wen Muran's heart shuddered.However, Wen Muran definitely does not have such an old friend.

"Who are you?" Wen Muran asked coldly.

"Heaven's punishment, old monk!" The gray-clothed old monk sighed, "I advise Lord Xing, why don't you give up? The Taihuangmen is already a dream of the past, why should Lord Xing be persistent!"

"Dream in the past?" Wen Muran narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly, "For me, Wen, even if it is a remnant dream, it must be fulfilled, and it must be fought for it! It belongs to Taihuang, and I, Wen, must fight for it! Take it back."

Hearing Wen Muran's words, the gray-clothed old monk couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly, "I am well aware of Xingjun's suffering for thousands of years. Back then, the battle in Wanhuang Valley was even more tragic, but it was only the sin of the celestial girl. It has nothing to do with other fairy gates."

"High theory!" Wen Muran sneered endlessly.

The gray-clothed old monk knew that Wen Muran would definitely not listen to these things, and said again: "Just now, Xingjun scolded all the schools in the sea and deserts for being ungrateful. However, the old monk wanted to say that the cycle of karma is all retribution. Back then, the Taihuang sect rose, and I don't know How much blood of monks from the Sea Desolation was stained? Presumably Xingjun knows better than anyone else."

"Back then, the two ancestors of the Dongfang family died at the hands of Pojun? Yunmiao Mountain in Qingyuan, the Yun family's million gold-level spirit coins disappeared overnight, but it was Taihuang's handwriting? The Emperor of the Great Desolation helped the Miao family to deduce the forbidden The picture, but copied the fifteen seals of the Miao family? The Wuji Immortal Palace was preserved because the Wuji Fairy was willing to be wronged and married to the greedy wolf? Just above the Northern Wilderness, did the Great Wilderness Gate slaughter 32 sects? Killed tens of thousands of monks?"

The gray-clothed old monk spoke slowly, but his every word was heart-warming.

There is an unsolved case of the Sea Desolation for thousands of years, as well as the inside story of the Taihuang Conquest of the Four Regions.Listening to the words of the old monk in gray, many great experts in Haihuang couldn't help but change their expressions, while Wen Muran raised his eyebrows.

"Who are you?" Wen Muran pointed to the old monk in gray robe with his fingers, and at the same time his eyes shone with a strange brilliance.Wen Muran wanted to see through the gray-clothed old monk, but the gray-clothed old monk's cultivation was too high.

The bursts of Buddha's light concealed his body, and Wen Muran couldn't see clearly the realm and cultivation of the old man.Even in the old monk's eyes, there was also a ray of Buddha's light.

"Heavenly punishment, old man, since childhood... he became a monk in Brahma Temple!" The gray-robed old monk paused slightly.

"Oh?" Wen Muran had a strange look in his eyes, and he had already begun to doubt the identity of the old monk in gray robe.But for a while, I was at a loss.

In the battle of Wanhuang Valley back then, except for himself and the Great Emperor, the only people who could know all the secrets of Taihuang were the ones who broke through the siege, and all the rest died in battle.Now, the emperor of Taihuang has gathered the remnants long ago, and the Pojun has already been subordinated to him.

"Xing Jun, stop! Winners and losers are eternal principles. Xing Jun just said it!" The gray-clothed old monk sighed, "The Taihuangmen, the general situation is over, and now it is the Dongling Monster Clan that is once again rising. So what? Three million ordinary soldiers, do you think you can really restrain Brahma's hands and feet?"

"Everything is nothing more than killing! Taihuangmen has long been a mirror, the Buddha's law is boundless, Brahma is like the sea, you have nowhere to go."

"Even if the Brahma Temple doesn't make a move, these great powers of the Sea Desolation will definitely not be able to resist today's Taihuang. This is an obsession, let it go! Xingjun, as long as you turn around, you will be the avenue of the blue sky. Why do you have to fall forever?" hell?"

"You can't turn the sky, what's more, the sky above is full of Buddha's light?"

The gray-clothed old monk's words were sincere, but to Wen Muran's ears, they were sharp and harsh.

"Can't turn the sky?" Wen Muran looked at the gray-clothed old monk with a sneer, and said solemnly, "No matter who you are, you will die in my Wenqu's hands today. Because, you still don't know many things? I want to turn the sky up, The universe is reversed, who can stop me?"

Wen Muran's smile became colder and colder, and gradually froze.

A wave of chaotic air spread out, and a dark gray token is now empty.

"Desolation!" An ancient seal was on the token, exuding the vicissitudes and killing intent of the ages.

"Too Desolate Order!" Many powerful and gray-clothed old monks in Haihuang frowned.

When Ziyou City didn't make any big moves back then, when they came to Haihuang, the Taihuang Order almost became the Ziyou Immortal Order.No one dares not to obey orders to the sea.

But at this moment, the void fluctuated again, and two monks wearing the dust-proof robes of the Yun family slowly emerged and nodded slightly to everyone.

Sixth grade white cloud robe, Yun family, two water robbers descended.

The Haihuang masters who arrived first saw that it was the Yun family, so they didn't take it too seriously.Because, as soon as the Ziyou Immortal Order came out, all the immortal sects moved, but the Yun family only had two robbery cultivators, which was rather shabby.

But when these two people appeared, Wen Muran smiled strangely.At this time, the Taihuang Ling was hanging high in the sky.

"People from the Taihuang sect, listen to the order and kill!" Wen Muran stopped drinking suddenly.

Among the monster clan, there are many people from the Taihuang family mixed in, but they are all below scattered souls, so they are useless at this time.

All the great masters in Haihuang, when they first heard Wen Muran stop drinking, they thought that he was going to attack Brahma Temple again.

However, before Wen Muran could finish his sentence, he saw sword lights flying horizontally and vertically.

The three members of the five great tribulations of the Dongfang family launched an attack at the same time, those were the three water tribulations, and the three swords were almost simultaneously released.Two of them went straight to Dongfang Zhan, the patriarch of the Dongfang Family.The other person went straight to the other Shuijie with a sword.

No one would have expected a surprise attack from the same clan.

"Pfft——" The water robbery monk who was attacked did not respond at all.Assassination at the same level, everything is in the opponent's calculations, and the soul will be wiped out directly.

And Dongfang Zhan is worthy of the title of Dongfang Undefeated, with a quick reaction and a sharp eyebrow.One of the sneak attackers failed and the other succeeded, but Dongfang Zhan avoided a fatal blow.At the same time, with a flip of one hand, a red light flashed in the hand.

A mass of fire directly covered one of the sneak attacking monks.

"Huh—" That Shui Jie burned himself in flames.And a cultivator, who failed in one move, didn't make a move, and retreated immediately.

At the same time as the civil turmoil in the Eastern family, the two Yun family monks who had just arrived also moved, and the target was the three saints of the North Pole.

The situation of the Three Saints of the North Pole is very similar to that of the Eastern Family, and everyone's attention is on Wen Muran.Who would have thought that people from the same camp would sneak attack?And it was the Yun family who had just arrived to pay their respects calmly.

The two members of the Yun family suddenly sacrificed two gold-level spirit coins. These are spirit coins that have been sacrificed, like fairy treasures.

The two golden glows were very close to each other, right between the eyebrows of the old man in black and white among the Three Saints of the North Pole.

"Break!" The two Yun family monks formed seals in their hands at the same time.

"Boom—" The two gold-ranked spirit coins exploded suddenly.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, Jie Xin scattered.It's a pity that two of the three saints of the North Pole were directly killed in battle.

"Ah—" Waiting for the remaining Haihuang Da Neng to react.Except for the Jiexiu from the Dongfang family who was trapped and killed by Dongfang Zhan's robbery fire, the rest of the four major water disaster monks retreated quickly after one move, and then bowed down at Wen Muran's feet.

"Disciple of Pojun Xingjun..."

"The disciple of the Jumen Xingjun seat..."

"The disciples of Lucun Xingjun..."

"Disciple under Wuqu Xingjun's seat..."

The four people kowtowed to Wen Muran in unison, and each reported their birth names and surnames, which was very powerful.

Wen Muran looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter went straight to the sky.This is a kind of extreme release, the hatred of thousands of years, finally vented some.

The rest of the Sea Desolate Almighty immediately guarded each other with awe-inspiring expressions.The four major tribulation cultivators knelt in front of Wen Muran at the same time, as if the Taihuang sect had revived.

This time, among all the great powers who came up from Haihuang, only the gray-clothed old man from Dongfang Zhan, the Three Saints of the North Pole, and Ju Shanu from Wuji Immortal Palace remained.Among them, Dongfang Zhan was also seriously injured and his combat power was greatly reduced.

Wen Muran didn't make a single move, and with a wave of his hand, he almost disintegrated the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Sea Desolation.Now, only the Wuji Immortal Palace is considered complete, but now it is only the level of robbery that determines success or failure.

At the same time, everyone also speculated why two people from the Yun family came, while the Miao family did not arrive for a long time.It is estimated that it is more ominous than ominous.

Too wild and dark, lurking for thousands of years, what kind of arrangement and mind is this?Everyone gasped.

"Amitabha--"

The gray-clothed old monk walked out of the Hall of Seven Buddhas in Brahma Temple with a miserable expression and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Wen Qu, you are extremely resourceful and well-planned, and I don't even know about these secrets! Sin, sin!"

But Wen Muran laughed at this moment, but his eyes were already blood red.The four major robbers lined up on both sides of him, and Wen Muran's murderous aura was naturally stronger.

"Who the hell are you?" Wen Muran was sure, with such a tone, this old monk must be a very wild person.

And Wen Muran can never tolerate traitors in Taihuang—how can those who betray Taihuang be reborn?

(End of this chapter)