nine coffins

Chapter 431 You, Shame Taihuang

"Who am I?" The gray-robed old monk couldn't help but mutter to himself after hearing Wen Muran's shout.

But at this moment, the four great tribulation cultivators beside Wen Muran were all staring at the gray-robed old monk.

These four monks from the flood disaster were all the elites of the Taihuang Sect back then, otherwise they would never have been arranged by Wen Muran to lurk. After bearing the burden of humiliation for 1 years, the cultivation bases of these Anzi's have improved rapidly.

However, none of them could see through the old monk in gray robe, his faint Buddha's aura, and his cultivation of the upper realm of Fengjie covered up everything.

At this time, not only the people from Taihuang Sect, but also Dongling Monster Clan and Haihuang Da Neng were surprised by the identity of the gray-robed old monk.

Heaven's Punishment Master!Except for the people of Fantian Temple, even the Dongling Monster Clan has never heard of this eminent monk's dharma name.In Fantian Temple, how could there be such an eminent monk who knew everything about Taihuangmen's past?

"Actually, I should have died a long time ago!" The gray-robed old monk looked at Wen Muran, and at the same time slowly formed seals in his hands. It was a spell.

I saw a faint aura of chaos emanating from the gray-robed old monk's sleeves.

"Aura of desolation!" Wen Muran and the four water robbers were shocked, it was extremely pure aura of desolation.This gray-robed old monk actually possessed a desolate air.

"The seven stars in the wilderness illuminate the sea and the wilderness. There is dullness in literature, and pride in martial arts!" The tone of the gray-robed old man was full of vicissitudes.These are the four sentences that were widely circulated in Taihuangmen back then.

Goodbye to the chaotic energy emitted by the gray-robed old monk, gradually forming a mirror image.Among them, a tall and mighty man in black, holding a double battle axe, is powerful and majestic.

Wu Qu Xingjun, Wu Aotian!Many people in the Sea Desolation Almighty remember this Taihuang Star Lord.

The seven star kings of the Taihuang Sect have Wenqu in their literature and Wuqu in their martial arts.Wen Muran's wisdom is like the sea, and Wu Aotian's cultivation is unrivaled in the world.

It is said that Wu Aotian was the number one master of the Taihuang Sect other than Emperor Taihuang back then.Wu Qu Xingjun swept the sea waste back then, and the sea waste power that died in his hands is unknown.

He, Po Jun and Tan Lang are known as the Three Great Killing Gods of Taihuang.Wu Qu Xingjun almost relied on his own strength to sweep across Qingyuan with his double axe.

"You...you..." At this time, even in the battle between immortals, ghosts and immortals, Wen Muran, who was able to calmly deal with the escape, changed his expression drastically.

After saying "you" twice, Wen Muran didn't say a word.During the battle in Wanhuang Valley, Wen Muran saw Wu Qu Xingjun with his own eyes, fighting bloody battles, and finally died under Huanhua's fairy art, and his soul disappeared.

How could this gray-clothed old monk in front of him be Wuqu Xingjun?Moreover, this gray-robed old monk and Wu Aotian are not alone at all.

But how to explain this?

"Xingjun?" A water robbery monk beside Wen Muran was the subordinate of Wuqu Xingjun back then.At this moment, that Jiexiu looked bewildered, no matter what, he would not think that the gray-clothed old monk in front of him would be the Wuqu Xingjun back then.

The four major robberies all looked at Wen Muran.

And Wen Muran finally calmed down gradually, looking at the gray-clothed old monk, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Remnant soul reincarnation formula? You have practiced the immortal technique on the ancient scroll of the sky." Wen Muran's eyes burst into a cold light.

"That's right!" The gray-clothed old monk nodded, "Back then, the Magic Flower Immortal Technique was extremely domineering. Although I kept a wisp of my remnant soul alive, it might disperse at any time. Therefore, I went against the sky, using reincarnation of the remnant soul, As a result, reincarnation took away the body of a monk from Dongling Fantian Temple. Originally, I wanted to make a comeback, so I concealed everything and painstakingly cultivated. However, after practicing for a long time and listening to the Dharma every day, I gradually regretted the past and devoted myself to the Buddha. 7000 Years ago, Brahma knew everything about me, but he didn’t think about the past. I’ve heard about what Taihuang did in Dongling. Today, you and the demon clan surrounded the mountain. I only showed up because of such persecution. , Escape from the sea of ​​suffering!"

After Wu Qu and Wu Aotian finished all this, there was silence.

In Fantian Temple, only the eminent monks in the Hall of Seven Buddhas knew his true identity, and he was also shocked at this time.The great masters of Haihuang are even more speechless, the Taihuang Wuqu back then has actually become a Brahma monk.

Wen Muran listened to Wu Aotian's words, and kept looking at him coldly.When Wu Aotian finished everything, the corner of Wen Muran's mouth curled up, and the look in his eyes was extremely painful and contemptuous.

"Aotian!" Wen Muran looked at Wu Aotian and called out.

Wu Aotian didn't respond.

"Aotian!" Wen Muran's bloodshot eyes shouted sharply.

Wu Aotian remained silent.

"Aotian!" Wen Muran was almost hoarse.

Wu Aotian let out a long sigh.

"I'm here, my old man will be punished by God!"

"God's punishment?" Wen Muran sneered endlessly, "It doesn't matter if you are proud of the sky or the sky's punishment! Let me ask you, do you still remember the oath of the seven great star kings of Taihuang?"

"Huh?" Wu Aotian frowned, but he still said slowly, "Once we enter the wilderness and turn into seven stars, you and I, brother, live and die together!"

"Hahaha!" Hearing Wu Aotian's words, Wen Muran couldn't help laughing, but the laughter was full of grief.

"Once you enter the wilderness, you will turn into seven stars. Brothers and sisters, we will live and die together!" Wen Muran had tears in his eyes.

"Aotian, thank you for daring to utter your oath! Thousands of years ago, the demon girl Huanhua washed the barren valley with blood, and it was horrific. The hundreds of thousands of disciples of my Taihuang sect, almost all of them were wiped out. You are wearing a monk's robe at this time, and you are full of Buddha's bitterness." You actually have the face to persuade me that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and I will turn my back? Are you worthy of the hundreds of thousands of children who died in Taihuang? Are you worthy of the four star kings Lianzhen, Lucun, Jumen, and Tanlang who died in battle? Are you worthy of those who died in battle? For the sake of being too desolate, endure the humiliation of brothers and subordinates who have been burdened for tens of thousands of years?"

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore! Aotian, let me tell you that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back may not be the shore! Even if there is a shore, I will never turn back. Life is too desolate, death is too desolate. You, too desolate The disgrace of the family!" Wen Wu was full of hatred, and his eyes were about to burst.

As he spoke, Wen Muran waved his hand.

Chi——, half of her body in a blue robe, blown away by the wind.

Circumcision!

"Today, I, Wen, don't have a brother like you, so we will never give up! If you stop me, I will kill you with my own hands!" Wen Muran's cheeks were tense, and bloody tears dripped from his eyes.

The Taihuang Sect was destroyed, Wen Muran took Xiao Luo with him, and went through countless ups and downs, 1 years of painstaking efforts and exhaustion.Wen Muran never shed a single tear.

"Amitabha——" Hearing Wen Muran's words, Wu Aotian was speechless, with a painful expression on his face, but he still clasped his hands together trembling with difficulty.

"I am ashamed of Taihuang, and I am ashamed of my Buddha!"

"Shut up!" Wen Muran shouted sharply.

At this time, Wen Muran's green robe was bulging, his long hair was flying, and a faint gray light was already glowing around his body.

The mid-level great perfection of scattered souls is Wen Muran's own cultivation level, but at this time the aura emanating from Wen Muran's body is extremely strange.That is definitely not the aura that the Dzogchen of the mid-level scattered soul can exude.

"Too wild is no longer too wild!" Wu Aotian suddenly looked up at Wen Muran.

"Huh!" Wen Muran was shocked, but said coldly, "I, Wen, is alive, it is too wild! The young master is alive, it is too wild! The emperor is alive, it is too wild! Above the sea, there are countless If the children who fight for Taihuang live, then they are Taihuang!"

"I'm not as good as you!" Wu Aotian sighed.

"Xingjun! Turn back!" At this time, the former subordinate of Wuqu in the Four Great Tribulations suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of Wu Aotian.

Wen Muran frowned, but finally held back and didn't attack right away.

Wu Aotian shook his head, but didn't say anything.

"Get up! He is no longer Taihuang Xingjun!" Wen Muran said indifferently, but there was already a murderous intent in his words.If that Jiexiu dared to hesitate a bit, Wen Muran would probably kill him.

However, when that Shui Jie saw Wu Aotian shaking his head, he jumped up instantly.

A long sword turned into a streamer and went straight to kill Wu Aotian.

That Shui Jie came from an Eastern family, and the long sword in his hand was a high-level fairy treasure, and he shot with hatred, without showing any mercy.The power of water calamity is as fast as lightning, almost piercing through the void directly.

"Okay!" Wen Muran's voice trembled a little.

The water robbery monk is naturally a master.However, Wu Aotian's cultivation is at the lower level of Fengjie, the difference between the two is too great.

No one knew what kind of mood Wu Aotian was feeling at this moment when his former subordinates killed him.He could only see Wu Aotian's eyes slightly closed, his palms clasped together, without any other movements.

That water robbery cultivator almost united his sword with his body, but when he rushed to Wu Aotian three feet away, he stopped suddenly.

"Hmm!" The water robber frowned, because he was completely imprisoned.

Wu Aotian slowly opened his eyes.

"Thirteen Lang, stop! You can't kill me! Don't do any more evil. Isn't ten thousand years of suffering enough?" Wu Aotian looked at the Shui Jie, quite distressed.

Wen Muran's plan at the beginning was only known to Wen Muran and the Emperor Taihuang, even Wu Qu didn't know about such an arrangement, but Wu Aotian remembered that the current water robbery monk was named Thirteen Lang.

Back then, Thirteenth Lang was only a supreme spirit, but he was full of vigor, extremely intelligent, and diligent.Today's Thirteen Lang is already a catastrophe, but his temples are all white.

Thirteen Lang probably didn't think that Wu Aotian would still remember him, so he couldn't help shaking.

"Xingjun! Everything is for Taihuang!"

"Everything is for Taihuang!" Wu Aotian nodded helplessly, "You go back!"

With a wave of one hand, Wu Aotian directly released Thirteen Lang from the imprisonment.

Thirteen Lang looked at Wu Aotian, but smiled wryly, and said sadly: "Xing Jun, you are Taihuang's disgrace! You have made your subordinates ashamed, ashamed to see Taihuang's dead disciple!"

Said without waiting for anyone's reaction.

"Pfft—" Thirteenth Lang didn't even retreat at all, he swung the immortal sword with his backhand, and a bloody light shot up three feet.

Kill yourself!

Everyone in the room was shocked. A cultivator of robbery would not kill himself to death, but the moment he killed himself, Thirteen Lang had already broken his heart.

People from the Taihuang sect are so arrogant!
Thirteen Lang slayed himself, Wu Aotian didn't think of it at all, and couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

"Heavenly Punishment, you have shamed Taihuang!" Wen Muran looked at Wu Aotian coldly, "Thirteen Lang, you are my Taihuang boy! Don't let anyone do anything! I, Wen Muran, have to clean the door myself."

The long wind is hunting, Taihuang Wenqu's sword eyebrows are slightly erected, and the once lonely back suddenly exudes majestic strength.

(End of this chapter)