nine coffins

Chapter 704 Hundreds of Millions Live Souls as Soldiers, Netherworld and Yin Sand Form Arrays

The ghost coffin covers the sky, and the immortals fight.The forces of all parties are fighting for life and death.

Shen Ming and Shashen faced off in a duel, evenly split.Many monks soared into the sky, wanting to grab the ghost coffin.However, when the black-clothed and bamboo hat monk appeared, he punched the sky.

Gray shirts, white robes, blood robes, etc. all retreated sharply.Lu Cun, Tan Lang, and others have been prepared for a long time, so naturally there will be no hindrance.However, Baisha Tianxian and the two blood soul guards were forcefully forced back by his fist.

"Wow—" Among them, one of the white killing angels sprayed blood directly from the mouth.The other Blood Soul Guard's face was flushed with anger, which was a sign that the Blood Soul Guard had been seriously injured.

"Pojun!" Shen Ming's expression turned cold.The most powerful Xingjun of the Taihuang Sect finally made a move.

However, at the moment Po Jun charged towards the ghost coffin.

In the void, a big man appeared, from top to bottom, with a pole in his hand, he smashed Huashan.

call--

The rolled up air waves seem to be tangible.

That big man is naturally the big man Huzi who fetched water that Amu met in the small village of Dongling in the sea desert.The sky demon white tiger is so powerful that even the seal of the ancient venerable cannot completely seal its divine power.

Boom—boom—

The fist of Po Jun hit the ancient wooden pole.This is completely a Xianli duel.Ten thousand zhang aura spread like a cloud, destroying everything again.The original Cross Street has become full of ravines.

The Sky Demon White Tiger flew upside down, turned around in the void, and landed directly beside Shen Ming.However, there was blood oozing out of his hands.The ancient wooden pole also left a fist mark.

And goodbye, that black-clothed monk, although the bamboo hat scattered all over the place and his body also retreated, he landed firmly in front of Lu Cun and Tanlang.

The middle-aged man possessed a murderous aura that no one could compare to.Between the eyebrows, a black star seal added a bit of coldness.

That's right, it's too desolate to break the army.Returning from Nether, for more than 3000 years, he practiced hard in the Canbei Tiankeng, absorbing the power of the entire Canbei, and finally became a nine-fold immortal.

Today, Po Jun can be called the number one killer under Murong Huang's men.

Just now, the sky demon white tiger, from top to bottom, and holding a heavy treasure, can be said to have taken the lead, but the tiger's mouth was shattered.However, today's Po Jun has not changed his face, and is still as stable as Mount Tai.

Obviously, Pojun Shenquan is superior, and in terms of realm, Pojun also overwhelms the Sky Demon White Tiger.That tiger is only the seventh level of immortality.

"Sky Demon White Tiger, well-deserved reputation!" Po Jun looked indifferent.

"The ancient stars are even more extraordinary!" Hu Zi smiled coldly.

Then, for a moment, a brief and delicate balance was formed.

Drunken Demon Luo, Shura Palace, Killing Immortal Palace, and Heavenly Spirit Realm.The four major forces each occupied their position, and no one acted rashly.Because, each other has some scruples.

Tang Nu, who was originally the main character of Hanji, was silent, holding the dragon saliva chop and watching from the sidelines.

At this time, the ghost coffin has completely transformed.The darkness was deep and the ghostly aura was dense, but the entire ghost coffin radiated endless strange red lights.

The bloody cross was printed on the coffin.The red glow of the cross is still soaring into the sky, it is like the red judgment of the doomsday.Many red stars, just like the stars scattered, shining scattered light.

Inside the bluestone house, the sick young man squinted his eyes, finally stood up slowly, and sighed slightly:

"Longxi, there is finally a trace of your brand on this ghost coffin! Haven't you appeared yet?"

But at this time, Hanji Void, various forces check and balance each other and entangle with each other.

All the monks, if they were not in the realm of immortals, would not be able to gain a foothold in Hanji Town.With a radius of a hundred miles, the aftermath of energy is enough to cut down everything below the celestial beings.

Hanji Ancient Town has stood for tens of thousands of years, but there are very few ancient houses that are still standing today.Those ancient houses are like isolated islands in the sea.

Everyone understands that there are still masters and strength yet to emerge.

Murong Huang's ancient house is one of them.

Strategize and win thousands of miles.

At this time, the void is chaotic and balanced for a short time, and killing can start at any time.Murong Huang was dressed in black, but his eyes were clear and calm.The more calm he is at this time, the more terrifying Murong Huang is.

The former Highness of the Great Murong Dynasty, Murong Huang naturally touched the simple ring on the middle finger of his right hand that exuded a faint gray light.

"Kill! Kill—"

All of a sudden, outside Hanji Town, there was a loud shout of killing, and the sound moved the sky.

Hanji Town, with a radius of thousands of miles, was completely enveloped by the black mist that soared into the sky.The black mist locked the entire Hanji Wanli, like a big river, like a black belt, tumbling endlessly.

The sound of killing shook the sky, but no soldiers were seen.Only in the black mist, billowing like a tide, thousands of soul shadows were transformed.At the same time, in an instant, the flags and banners were unfurled, the drums rang, and the horses roared.

Endless black armor, transformed into an illusion.The murderous aura soaring to the sky, the power of the nether world, even the monks have to be afraid.

Outside Hanji Town, northwest.

Zhan Yun, the former general of the Great Murong Dynasty, was wearing silver armor and carrying a Panlong spear. He was majestic and full of fighting spirit, but his crotch was actually a two-winged soul horse.

And beside Zhan Yun, standing is Wen Muran with one arm in Tsing Yi.Wen Muran, looking at Hanji with distant eyes.In his hand, he dragged a rather delicate black sand table.

That is a magical weapon for forming an array, and it is also a treasure of the underworld.

Two reborn people, one mortal and one immortal.At this moment, they control all the black mist within ten thousand miles.This is what Murong Huang once said to Zhan Yun - I brought all your soldiers.At the critical moment, you will see it!

Those black mist are all the souls of the soldiers of the Great Murong Dynasty, and they are not dead souls, but those who were born willing to be souls.Such a living soul is no less powerful than a monk.

Zhan Yun's armor was shining, and at this moment, he seemed to have returned to the former sea desert battlefield.

Wrapped in horse leather, died in battle.That is Zhan Yun, two lives of one heart.

"Kill!" Zhan Yun leaped across the horse, heading straight for Hanji Town.As soon as he moved, the entire Black Mist Soul Soldiers rushed to kill at the same time.Thousands of miles of space, instantly compressed.

If you are at a high altitude, you can clearly see the black mist like a wheel, gathering towards Hanji, like a tide rolling back.

Wenqu Xingjun, however, stood still and let out a slight sigh.

He knew that those living souls were already indestructible.Life and death are not a hindrance, and the final destination is that ring.However, they still need Zhan Yun's final guidance.

This is the meaning of existence of this loyal general.

In today's battle, Zhan Yun must die, and he will not be reborn forever, because Mingzun has already resurrected him once.

Goodbye, Wenqu Xingjun, clean up your mood, suddenly raise the sand table in your hand, then make a seal with one hand, and recite the mantra.

Hoo—the wind rises—

Dark winds are blowing everywhere, the sky is full of dust and sand, and the whole world is changing.That is the Nether Yin Sand, it can be said that this is in the Asura Realm, recreating the Nether Realm.

Only in this way can those soul soldiers exert their greatest power.At this time, even the Celestial Immortal, without the secret magic treasure, may be trapped in the formation.

Hundreds of millions of living souls are soldiers, and the shadowy sands form formations!
In Hanji Town, Murong Huang's eyes were slightly awe-inspiring, showing traces of murderous intent.

The black mist gathered and advanced three thousand miles in an instant.However, all of a sudden, outside Hanji Town, the atmosphere of monster mist was also overwhelming.

Soldier against soldier, general against general.There are formations within the formation, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

In the Heavenly Spirit Realm, the eight divisions of the Heavenly Demons have already been arranged.The heavenly demon frightened the gods, the demon energy and the soul energy confronted each other!

Inside and outside Hanji, the immortal energy is chilling, and at this time, a cyan light is flying from the gate of the ancient domain.

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