nine coffins

Chapter 591 Invincible Immortal Talisman Town Nine Coffins

Two worlds, one sword can hold the sky!
On the snow field, the earth rolled like a dragon.In the void, the immortal power is scattered in all directions.At this moment, the entire Blood North seemed to be on the verge of explosion.

At the critical moment, the old man in gray suddenly appeared.Above the clear stream, the gray robe was stretched out, and everything stopped abruptly.

"Old Man Painting Soul!" At this moment, Amu, Li Shui, and Mo Wuhen were all taken aback.It turned out that the old man was not someone else, but a fairy talisman, which could destroy the mysterious old man with nine layers of immortality.

Why did this old man who painted the soul suddenly appear in the Blood Moon Continent instead of selling fairy talismans in the Chimo City of the Continent of War?Amu and the others didn't know that it was because of them that the old man Huahun came to the Blood Moon Continent.

At this time, the old man Huahun stood on a clear stream of a sword.The tens of thousands of cyan sword lights completely separated the magic coffin and the blood mist.The endless green light billowed like a ray of sky.

"Alas!" The old man Huahun couldn't help but sighed a long time as he looked at everything in front of him.In the current situation, if he was half a step late, the consequences would be extremely serious.

Goodbye painting soul old man, raised his hands, stream light filled the sky.Those are nine fairy talismans, scattered in the void like stars.In an instant, the entire Blood North was illuminated.

A fairy talisman can destroy the nine layers of immortality!Nine fairy talismans, as bright as stars, lined up in the void, may be able to calm everything down.They are all existences that can kill the Nine Layers of Heavenly Immortals.

In the entire Shura world, it is estimated that only he, the old man who painted the soul, can have such a great skill and courage.

"Nine stars are in the sky, town!" Huahun old man shouted loudly.At the same time, he made a mudra with his hands.It is an extremely complicated and ancient printing method.

Of all the people present, none of them knew what seal it was.The white-haired Xing Fei saw the posture of the gray-clothed old man, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was complicated.

Nine top-level fairy talismans, shining in the void.In an instant, nine rays of light connected together, forming a shocking formation.Endless celestial power diffuses between heaven and earth.These nine fairy talismans seem to have formed a very special barrier.

Whether it's the devil's coffin or the Asura who desires blood, they are all shocked under the fairy charm of the old man who painted the soul.The devilish energy and the blood mist were temporarily sealed and remained motionless.

The green awn that separates the devil energy from the blood mist surged even more suddenly, like a winding and slender stream that instantly turned into a torrential river.

The demonic energy subsided, and the blood mist gradually dissipated.

The old man who painted the soul changed the seal formula in his hand again.The nine stars suddenly exploded.The power that can overturn the world is scattered directly.

At this time, both Amu and Shashen felt that they were under unparalleled pressure.The devil's coffin boomed and the blood-hungry Asura hummed.

Demon energy, blood mist, the two worlds began to gradually separate.The old man Huahun, relying on the power of the Nine Dao Immortal Talismans, insisted on separating the Demon Coffin and the Bloody Asura.

"Yuanxian?" At this time, almost everyone thought so.Xing Fei's silver hair fluttered, and he looked at Hua Hun with a hint of awe.

"Hmm!" Amu frowned slightly. At this moment, the sea of ​​pills rolled, and a mouthful of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

In fact, to use the magic coffin to fight and kill the gods, for Amu, he had to bear great pressure.If it weren't for the body protection of the Buddha's coffin, it would be impossible for him to stand here with his cultivation base of the first stage of true immortality.

At this time, the old man Huahun suppressed them with the power of nine fairy talismans.The pressure on Amu was naturally greater, and he was already a little overwhelmed.

And the killing god boy on the other side didn't seem to need Amu much better, because the old man who painted soul poured most of his strength on his side.

Fang Cai, Gan Tianqing and the others were not mistaken, that young man was really at the level of Xuantian Ninth Layer, but the blood-lust Shura he could control was too heaven-defying.

However, in front of the painting soul old man, the youth who killed the god had no ability to resist at all.

"You two, if you don't want to die here, then quickly stop the technique!" The old man's voice was not loud, and his tone was considered calm, but it rolled into his ears.

Amu raised his eyebrows, but he was actually unwilling.Because, this painting soul old man is too weird, I don't know if it is an enemy or a friend.

"Amu, listen to him, collect the coffin!" At this moment, Xing Fei opened his mouth.

Only then did Amu change the seal formula in his hand, and the magic coffin slowly retreated, gradually sank, and the coercion continued to restrain.At the same time, the God-killing youth seemed to have also used a spell, and the blood mist that filled the sky began to fade away.

In the end, the magic coffin turned into about ten feet and floated at Amu's feet.The blood-desiring Shura also changed into its original appearance, scattered behind the killing god boy.

It's just that the faces of Amu and Shashen are not very good-looking.Just now, they consumed too much immortal power.Neither Amu nor Shashen thought that the other party would possess such powerful power.

At this time, the old man Huahun's originally dignified face softened a bit.

Goodbye, he made a move with one hand, and the sword flowed cleanly. The green light turned back and turned into a long sword like water, and fell directly into the hands of the old man Huahun.Then, in the void, half a round of daylight finally appeared here again.

At this moment, all eyes were on the old man Huahun.

"Where is Mo Lang?" The old man Huahun looked at Xing Fei and asked.This question shocked Amu's heart.This old man who paints the soul actually knows the master?
"I don't know!" Xing Fei's answer was extremely simple.

The old man Huahun couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard Xing Fei's words, but he knew that Xing Fei's words must be true.

"Are you a sea desert demon servant?" The old man Huahun looked at Xing Fei again.

"I'm from the deserted sea, not a demon servant! I'm from Ziyou City." Xing Fei smiled wryly.

"Oh?" Hearing Xing Fei's answer, the old man Huahun was obviously taken aback, "Sea Desolation Ziyou City? Why is that sword Qingliu in your hands?"

"Excuse me junior, I have no comment!" Xing Fei said flatly.

The old man Huahun frowned again, but he seemed to remember something, and then sighed long.Seeing him turn over with one hand, the old man Huahun cleared his sword and returned it to Xing Fei.

"Mo Lang, you always have your own reasons!" The old man Huahun shook his head.

"Thank you, senior!" Xing Fei took the fairy sword, put it away, and then looked at the old man Huahun, "Senior, did you come here by order?"

The old man Huahun froze when he heard Xing Fei's words, but he didn't answer. Instead, he turned his eyes to Amu, and then looked at the young man who killed the god.

"It's all gone! What are you tossing about? The Blood Moon Continent can't stand the big toss!" The old man Huahun sighed and waved his hands.

"Huh?" At this moment, everyone was a little embarrassed when they heard it.The old man's attitude is like dismissing a group of ignorant children.

But at this time, in the void, a huge shadow flew over, it was the four pavilion masters of Poxuantian Pavilion, who came on the ink turtle of the pavilion master Mogui.

However, Xuanfeng and Pavilion Master Jinlin could only sit cross-legged on the giant tortoise at this time, their faces pale as paper, and they were recovering their breathing.It is a blessing in misfortune that they can save their lives.

Gan Tianqing was dressed in a purple robe, but there was no light shining in his sleeves.The one in the best condition is the owner of the Black Turtle Pavilion.Although the blood on his chest was still wet, his eyes were still clear, and it seemed that he still had the strength to fight again.

That black giant ghost, with a naive attitude, shook his head and tail, staring blankly at everything.

"Poxuantian, Killing Immortal Hall!" Huahun old man murmured to himself, then fixed his eyes on the killing god boy, and couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly.

"The Temple of Killing Immortals, you can do business, but don't take on all the jobs! You are the one who dares to move the heirs of Molang? Go back and tell your father that you don't want to die early, so you quit this business. Otherwise, the Temple of Killing Immortals may be ruined." Inherited."

"Also, you monster, don't come out to scare people if you have nothing to do. It's safer to stay in the Immortal Killing Palace. This time it's me, if someone else comes, they might take your skin off! Desire for Blood Shura, many people wish for it!" At the end of the painting soul old man, he emphasized his tone. It is obvious that there is a deep meaning in these words.

At this time, the killing god boy regained a bit of blood, and a bit of laziness naturally appeared on his face.

"Excuse me, who is the senior?"

"You just say, what the old man Huahun said, your father will know who it is!" The old man Huahun said angrily.

"Okay! Junior farewell!" The murderous boy didn't talk nonsense.

Because, he knew that he was absolutely no match for the gray-clothed old man who claimed to be a painting soul.Moreover, this old man who painted the soul revealed his identity in one sentence, and he was definitely not a simple character.Everything, of course, has to be returned to the Hall of Immortal Killing, for a long-term plan.

"Heir of the devil's coffin, take care of the devil's coffin!" The god-killing young man smiled evilly and looked at Amu.

"Waiting for you anytime!" Amu said calmly.

Goodbye, that murderous young man gave a strange smile and disappeared without any warning at the same spot.Come without a shadow, go without a trace!Except for Huahun, it is estimated that no one can perceive his coming and going.

However, at this time, the old man Huahun frowned slightly.Although he let go of the God-killing boy, there was too much anxiety in his heart.

Because just now, Asura Desiring Blood showed the power to completely counter the Demon Coffin.This is really unbelievable.

"Senior, maybe you shouldn't let him go!" Xing Fei said slowly.

"I don't want to let him go either, but I can't kill him!" The old man Huahun smiled wryly. This answer was far beyond everyone's expectations.

"Huh?" Xing Fei raised his eyebrows.

"It's like he can't kill you!" The old man Huahun looked at Xing Fei and said slowly, "Reincarnation!"

When Xing Fei heard this, he couldn't help being silent.

Then, the painting soul old man looked at Amu and the others again, and finally fixed his eyes on Amu.

"Your cultivation base is too low! Remember, only the realm cultivation base is the most powerful weapon. Otherwise, even if you own the Nine Coffins, it will be futile."

"If my old man makes a move, you won't even have a chance to sacrifice the magic coffin, and you will be instantly killed! How can you be worthy of the successor of the magic man at such a level?" The old man Huahun emphasized again.

"Thank you, senior, for your advice!" Amu bowed, feeling ashamed.Old man Huahun, everything he said made sense.

Finally, the old man Huahun looked at the four masters of the Xuantian Pavilion.

"I can't even die! Half-human, half-dragon, not bad!" The old man Huahun glanced at Gan Tianqing, "Say hello to your pavilion master for me!"

"Senior, don't worry!" Gan Tianqing hurriedly bowed.

"Take care, do it yourself!" The words of the old man Huahun seemed to be addressed to everyone.Then, he stepped out in one step and went straight to the broken domain gate.

(End of this chapter)