nine coffins

Chapter 689 One Demon Twins, Phantom Demon Body
Xuenan Immortal Town, with dark clouds pressing down on the city, could be triggered at any time.In Xuebei Hanji Town, the ancient well has no waves, and it seems to be peaceful forever.One south and one north, the two ends of the chess game in Blood Moon Continent have completely different external performances.

On this day, Hanji Town, dusk.The day of black and white, want to turn but not turn.In the town, there are sporadic traces of snow.

Murong Huang, Lu Cun Xingjun, Wenqu Xingjun and the men in gray and black with bamboo hats did not make any cover-ups, and entered Hanji Ancient Town very usually and calmly, just like the most ordinary tourists.

Five people walked the seven thousand li cold plain snow road for more than two months without using any mana.

However, there was no trace of fatigue on their faces, Murong Huang's complexion even had a trace of blood.Perhaps, as Murong Huang said, once he walks the Blood Moon Demon Island Road, his state of mind will be complete.

At this time, there were very few pedestrians in Hanji Town, because the people of Hanji Town used to go to bed early.There are occasional lights in the courtyards on both sides.Murong Huang looked at the long cross street in Hanji Town, the corner of his mouth slightly curved.

"What a Hanji Town, what a long cross street!" Murong Huang exclaimed with a flash of light in his eyes.

At this time, from the direction of the north of Hanji Town, a young man stepped on the snow.

That young man, with ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes, is a Hanji townsman.

That is a mortal, a real mortal, different from Murong Huang.However, the young man's eyes were full of killing intent.Walk slowly, don't get angry.

"Subordinate Zhan Yun, see Your Highness!" The young man walked up to Murong Huang, knelt down on one knee, and put his right hand on his chest.It was a rare etiquette on the Blood Moon Continent, because it belonged to the Great Murong Dynasty of the Sea Desert.

Murong Huang looked at the young man, nodded with a smile, his eyes were a bit complicated, then he bent down and helped him up with his own hands.

"The five generals of the Great Murong Dynasty, the generals of the war are indeed the same as before! Thank you for your hard work!"

"Subordinate, I have been waiting for Your Highness for 3000 years. Seeing Your Highness today, I will die with no regrets!" General Zhan stood up and responded sonorously.

"I brought all your soldiers. You will see them at the critical moment!" Murong Huang smiled.Shoulder.

"Thank you, Your Highness, Zhan Yun is willing to die on the battlefield again!" Zhan Yun said.Murong Huang nodded, didn't say anything, but patted Zhan Yun's shoulder.

Then, a group of six went straight to the northwest corner of Hanji Town.There, there is naturally a place for Murong Huang to settle down. 3000 years ago, Murong Huang was already laid out.

The sun was getting darker, and the night completely enveloped Hanji.

In the southeast corner of Hanji Town, there is a blue stone house.

The sick boy, still sitting in the house, gently lifted the lid of the purple casserole, with three fingertips, scattering the black powder.Such a thing, he repeated for 3000 years.

When Murong Huang and others walked into Hanji, the sick young man slowly raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the town.

Everything in this town can't escape the eyes of the sick young man.The only thing he can't see through is a strange room inside Tang Ji's old shop.

In the eyes of the sick young man, the image of Murong Huang was reflected.

"One demon twins, the body of phantom demon!" The sick young man who had always been calm couldn't help but slightly frowned.

Because, more than two months ago, he had just seen a man exactly like Murong Huang on the immortal ship in his light mirror.That is the real Eternal Demon Physique.

"The successor of the Demon Lord actually exists like this?" The sick young man couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Things are getting more and more interesting! Old ghost of the Tang family, let me see how you control everything. Is the master behind you still showing up? But, does the devil body also need a ghost coffin?" ridicule.

Because, in his opinion, not to mention the descendant of the Demon Venerable, even if the Demon Venerable comes in person, the ghost coffin is also something he must have.

Then, the sick boy waved his hand, and there was an ancient brush in his hand.Amidst the scent of medicine, he turned his wrist and swung the ancient brush in the void.

"Sura Demon Continent Calendar, Ninth New Era, 580 Nine Years, Spring. Demon Venerable's successor, entered Hanji. The four ancient stars accompanied him, sad? Happy? In Hanji Town, the ancient well has no waves, but the undercurrent is endless. The rest of my illness is getting better day by day, although I still don’t remember it, but I will recover soon!”

The sick boy's handwriting is sharp and sharp, with absolute unwillingness and murderous intent, which can penetrate the void and thousands of years.After writing, the sick young man let out a long sigh, and then waved his hand, all the handwriting was hidden between his brows.

The reason why he did this was because he was afraid that his memory would be lost again.Except for the 3000-year memory in Hanji Town, he has no clear memory of many things before.

But he remembered that A Xuan was his name.

In the purple casserole, the medicinal soup was tumbling.Sick boy, turned off the fire, ready to take medicine.

Opposite the courtyard is Shen Ming's courtyard.

When Murong Huang entered the town, Shen Ming naturally knew about it.However, Shen Ming couldn't see Murong Huang's essence, but she knew Murong Huang's identity.

His Royal Highness of the Great Murong Dynasty, the chief treasurer of Zui Mo Luo!Lu Cun, Wen Qu, and even the man in gray and black.Shen Ming knew who they were.

"Too desolate!" A murderous look flashed in Shen Ming's eyes.Because, Shen Yan died directly at the hands of Taihuang, and Taihuang was Amu's enemy.

All the important figures of the Taihuang Sect were resurrected, only the Emperor of Taihuang could not be reborn.Because, the emperor of Taihuang died in a contract with the devil, and was banned by Amu for an instant, breaking the cycle of reincarnation.

"In Hanji Town, the Taihuang people will pay the price?" Shen Ming smiled coldly, and then saw her turn over with one hand, and a white light appeared. .

With this order in hand, the Heavenly Spirit Realm and the Eight Demons of the Sky will all be controlled by Shen Ming.At this time, Shen Ming is actually the Lord of the Heavenly Spirit World.Shen Ming made a seal with one hand, and a ray of immortal light directly hit the token.

Far away in the star field of demons, on Jiulun Mountain, there are eight demons in the sky, and they will definitely move according to orders.

In the town, Tang Kee's old store.

Inside the store, there were no lights, Tang Nu was alone, sitting on the rocking chair alone.In the night, with his eyes closed, he was absolutely sleepless.

The return of the Immortal Ship and Ye Xingbai's departure once made Tang Nu heave a sigh of relief.However, I didn't expect it to be less than three months.At dusk today, someone more powerful entered Hanji Town.

Tang Nu is different from the sick boy and Shen Ming.He couldn't see the essence of Murong Huang, and he didn't know who those five people were.

Drunk Demon Luo, Drunk Fallen into Demon Continent, has a great reputation.

However, Murong Huang had never appeared in Blood Moon before.Taihuang Xingjun is behind the scenes, even if he appears, he is covered in armor.Therefore, on the sea wasteland, almost no one knew of their existence.

Tang Nu, on the other hand, never came out of Hanji in his whole life.Therefore, whether it is Murong Huang or Tai Huang Xingjun, Tang Nu can only see that they are good, but they don't know their true identities.

An extraordinary mortal, the Four Great Immortals, Tang Nu frowned.He knew that in the whole town, many people existed for ghost coffins.

One more person means more danger.Of course, there is a little more balance.

Slowly opening his eyes, Tang Nu rolled one hand.A simple and vicissitudes of life black knife, only three inches long, lay quietly in Tang Nu's palm.

Tang Nu knew that as long as he shook his hand, the three-inch black knife would turn into a Zhang Yu's sword.The billowing black mist can kill the enemy without using a knife.

Venerable level divine weapon——Dragon Saliva Slash!That was Tang Nu's trump card.

There was a flash of light in Tang Nu's eyes, and he thought to himself: "No matter who it is, as long as it's not Yuan Xian! Unless it's Jiu Coffin, who can resist my magic weapon?"

Immediately, Tang Nu sighed and looked at the most mysterious room in Tang Ji's old shop.There is his last and greatest reliance, and also the source of all his confidence.

"Unless there is a problem with the cross seal, don't bother me!" These were the words of the Holy One back then.

Now in Hanji Town, there is no problem with the cross seal.Therefore, although Tang Nu was a little tangled in his heart, he didn't dare to disturb the Holy One.

He understood that the ghost coffin and the saint must be connected with each other.This is the last period of time, if his recklessness interrupts the last practice of the Holy One, then it will not be as simple as the disappearance of the soul.

Waiting, dormant, waiting for the last moment of time!The Tang family has guarded Hanji Town for generations, and it is only short of the final consummation.

Tang Nu put away the Dragon Saliva Slash, let out a deep breath, and finally stabilized his mind.

It was night, Tang Nu sat on the rocking chair and slightly closed his eyes.Shen Ming, still meditating inside the house, she knew that the ghost coffin was very close.The sick boy continued to take his medicine, suffering and enjoying his hallucinations and past events.

And Hanji Town, in a courtyard in the northwest.

Murong Huang brought Taihuang Xingjun, a former general of the dynasty, but he was willing to get drunk together.Taihuang people and Murong people are all tragic people.

In such a dangerous calm, Hanji Town survived day after day.

The black and white sun rotates, and the blood moon is full every fifteenth month.

In the small town, there are still people coming and watching the moon.It's just that there seem to be more monks staying in the small town.The inns on Cross Street are often full.

Everyone seems to be waiting and looking for something.This kind of peace lasted for more than a year.

The same is true for Blood Moon Southern Territory.

In Immortal Town, Xiao Luo and Mei Hua Wu'er were singing to wine.That was Wu'er, the happiest period of my life.

Outside the Immortal Town, the master of the Shenlong Pavilion and the giant Xingjun raised their glasses from a distance and drank green tea together.

The river of Wangchuan rolled away, just like in the past.

Blood Moon Central Territory, Wuhen Valley, and Pingchuan City are facing each other.The Demon Capital City and Shura Palace are safe and sound.

That kind of calm caused the entire Blood Moon Continent to suffocate.People in it feel that time seems to be stagnant and no longer passing.

Until one day, Shura Demon Continent, Remnant North Starfield.The light door of the Eternal Temple opened wide, and then turned with a bang, the ancient, atmospheric, and vicissitudes of the Sanskrit singing of the gods resounded throughout the star field.

On that day, the Temple of Eternity disappeared and turned into a large lake with a radius of hundreds of miles.One of the Seven Great Miracles of Asura suddenly disappeared.The news reached Hanji, the northernmost place in Blood Moon, as quickly as possible.

In the vast star field, the demon king mounts the ancient beast of the wild soul and turns into a fully mature body.Spread your wings, and you will fly for thousands of miles.

On the back of the Mozun's mount, he was dressed in green clothes, standing tall and handsome.The crow, on the other hand, stood on the shoulders of the Nine Great Consummations of the Heavenly Immortal.

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