nine coffins

Chapter 710 Tianhu Fairy Steps, White Clothed Like a God

A sword light cut down, and a blood mist dispersed.

At the same time, there is also an ancient wooden pole, which is directly folded into two sections.At the last moment, the demon tiger son, sacrificed his life for the savior, and stood in front of Shen Ming, but he was instantly wiped out.

The ancient wooden pole is not ordinary.How can an ancient sky demon be a vulgar person?However, they didn't even resist the flying sword outside the sky.It can be seen how superb the skill of the person who drew the sword is.

It's just that the sword light is also at the end of its strength, and it doesn't wear silk.Shen Ming waved his hand, and there was a stream of water.

bang——

The sword light shattered, and the mercury was in the sky.The sword light naturally dissipated instantly.

Huzi was killed, and Shen Ming was blocked from collecting the ghost coffin.Nether ghost pupils, black and white light spread out.The ghost's body was dark, and the killing intent on his face suddenly increased.

No one in the heavenly spirit world has ever died in Shura.

But at this time, outside the void, a white shadow, like ghostly lightning, suddenly appeared.The appearance of the man in white is like an ancient sword that has not been drawn for thousands of years, suddenly coming out.

Endless murderous intent and endless sword energy rushed through all obstacles and came through the air.However, the man in white didn't have a sword in his hand, but when he raised his hand, it was a shocking sword light.

"The Sword of Xuyuan!" Shen Ming frowned.It seems to be a kind of supreme swordsmanship in the legend of Shura, which uses emptiness and energy as a sword.

However, that is an extremely high state, not the so-called sword energy, but the real unity of human and sword.

Everything in front of him is not for Shen Ming to think about.Goodbye, Shen Ming just grasped the void, and a red staff was already in his hand.That is the Saintess Staff of the Immortal Ghost Sect that originated from the deserted sea.

Holding the staff, the red light is shining, and the brilliance is bright.At the top, there is a crescent moon with a red gem on it, which is eye-catching.

The cultivation level of the monk Haihuang is far inferior to that of the Shura powerhouse, but the magic weapon of Haihuang is absolutely superior.

The fairy staff of the Immortal Ghost Sect, an ancient Tianbao, contains the endless power of faith of the people of the Sea Desolation and Heishui.Back then, Shen Ming couldn't do his best.Today, nature is not the same.

As soon as the saint's staff is released, the power of faith fills the sky, like a vast ocean, like a hurricane that destroys the world.At the same time, the water patterns under Shen Ming's feet spread out again without making a sound.

Demon power, ghost power, and faith power, three powers in one!

Nine layers of immortality, Shen Ming's cultivation realm is far above the tiger demon.The red clothes are like a butterfly, the staff is like a dragon, and with endless power, they directly meet the sword light.

Boom—click—

The earth was shaken, and the galaxy shook.

This time, Shen Ming was well prepared, and did not repeat the same mistakes of defeating the army and killing the gods.The moment she released the wand, she had already retreated sharply, and layers of water waves rolled up into the sky like curtains.

Puff puff puff—wow——

Several water curtains were scattered by the aftermath of the impact, and scattered in the air.The whole old site of Hanji is raining all over the sky, colorful and colorful, which is amazing and amazing.

The sword light dissipated, and the staff flew back.

"Who is coming?" Shen Ming stabilized his figure, held a staff, and guarded the door.Although he blocked the blow, Shen Ming's heart was shocked, his blood was surging, and he forcibly suppressed a mouthful of blood.

Cultivator White Shadow's skill seems to be better than the Nine Great Consummations of the Heavenly Immortal, could it be the original Immortal?

But before the two swords killed Shen Ming, the man in white suddenly stood in the void.Because, for unknown tens of thousands of years, he has never made a third sword.

Today, the two swords failed, which is really an accident.

Goodbye, in the void, a monk in white stands chicly.His face is no more than middle-aged, but his temples have long gray hair, dancing in the wind.

The monk in white has no sword, but standing there, he is the sharpest sword in the world.Piercing the sky, breaking the ground, invincible.

The white-clothed monk stood there, and the coercion spread out. It was an endless killing atmosphere, cold and cold, like a real thing.The eyes of the white-clothed monk were even more like profound ice, devoid of any emotion.

Above Asura, no one like that has been born for countless tens of thousands of years.Cultivator in white, standing there, breath seems to be able to kill.

Most of the people present did not know who the white-clothed monk in front of them was.Even though Zui Mo Luo's information network is quite complicated, neither Murong Huang nor Lu Cun Xingjun know who he is.

But at this time, Xuebei Hanji's Tang Nu and the innkeeper couldn't help but looked at each other, and there was a hint of horror in their eyes.
White clothes, Xu Jian, so murderous!In their hearts, they already knew who the person in front of them was.

Tang Nu secretly sighed in his heart, the expression in his eyes was changing.

Because, if there is an accident at this time, even if he has the Venerable Divine Weapon Dragon Saliva Slash in his hand, he probably will definitely not be the opponent of this white-clothed monk.In terms of killing people, in the entire Asura world, except for the mysterious Chief Pavilion Master Po Xuantian, theoretically no one can defeat this person.

"The Realm of the Void! Step into the Realm!" At this time, although the sick young man saw through the realm of the white-clothed monk at a glance, there was a flash of admiration in his eyes.

Tens of thousands of years ago, during the Great War of the Three Realms, the continent of Demon Continent was torn apart, and the aura was thin.In such a situation, to be able to cultivate into the realm of Xuyuan is truly an astonishingly talented person.

Goodbye to the white-clothed monk, standing in the void, he didn't look at Shen Ming again, and he didn't answer Shen Ming's question, but turned to look at Amu.

"Successor of Molang, if you can go out, you and I will fight!"

The tone of the monk in white was quite flat, but it seemed to have thousands of magical powers, which made people's hearts and souls move.

At this time, the drunken demon Luo Sanxingjun fully activated the formation.Three thousand armors in black, dancing with spears, each of them looks like a ghost.

If the Wild Soul Beast and Ya'er hadn't also possessed the 5000-year cultivation base of Wangchuanxia, ​​even if they activated the Bone Beast Formation, they wouldn't be able to resist.

Even so, Amu had already released the two blood soul guards who had become immortals, so he didn't need to do it himself.As soon as the blood soul guard came out, the blood soul guard behind Guo Jia in the distance buzzed and resonated.

Guo Jia is also constantly calculating everything, holding the Naihe Bridge, waiting for the opportunity.It seems that if Amu can't hold on here, they will probably make a move.

As soon as the monk in white appeared, Amu knew it.However, that monk's sword is really Shura Wushuang.Amu had a panoramic view of everything just now.

It's just that Amu doesn't know the monk in white either.Hearing his cry, Amu couldn't help but sneered, then raised his eyebrows, and turned his body slightly.

Except for the sick boy, none of the monks present could clearly see Amu's actions.Just two light steps, Amu is already outside the formation.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, not stained with dust.At this time, everyone understood that such a formation could not trap Amu at all.

The monk in white was taken aback for a moment, because he didn't see clearly how Amu came out.

"Huh?" Taihuang's three star kings, Murong Huang and others could not help but gasp.This was far beyond their expectations.

"Heavenly Fox Immortal Steps! Powerful!" The sick young man smiled wryly and couldn't help but sigh again.No one but him knew what that footwork was.

Amu, it really is an existence against the sky.And his actions like that are due to his strength, and objectively, it is also a naked humiliation to Taihuangmen.

"Scatter!" Murong Huang shouted softly with a cold expression.Goodbye, Po Jun, Lu Cun, and Tan Lang formed seals at the same time.Three thousand armored black clothes also suddenly stopped the offensive.

Amu went out easily, what's the point of such a formation?

The Wild Soul Beast and Crow'er didn't activate the Bone Beast Formation either.The blood soul guard also stood in place.For a while, the two sides had a tacit confrontation.

All eyes were on the monk in white and Amu.

"Who is here? Please give me your first and last name!" Amu asked the same question as Shen Ming.

The white-clothed monk smiled coldly, but still did not answer Amu's question, but asked instead: "Are you the descendant of Demon Lang, and also the descendant of Demon Coffin?"

"That's right!" Amu was equally indifferent, "If you know that within the Three Realms, there are ancient currents of the sea, I'm still the descendant of the sea!"

"The ancient flow of the sea?" The monk in white had a strange look in his eyes, and then he said calmly, "I've never heard of it!"

"From today, you will have heard it, and it will be unforgettable!" The smile on Amu's face was a little strange, "Report your name!"

"The Palace of Killing Immortals, Venerable Mu Bai!" The words of the monk in white were very calm.

However, as soon as these six words came out, everyone inside and outside Hanji Town who heard the name changed their expressions.Amu also frowned.

In the Asura Realm of Demon Continent, you may have never seen this white-clothed monk, but there is absolutely no one who has never heard of the name Mu Baizun.

The number one assassin in the Blood North Continent, the legendary master of the Hall of Immortal Killers - Mu Baizun.Although, for unknown tens of thousands of years, Mu Baizun has not walked in the Shura world.

"Killing God is dead, I should come!" The corner of Amu's mouth curled up, remembering what the old man Huahun said back then.Killing God is the son of the Lord Killing Immortal.

"That's right!" Mu Baizun sneered, "It's only right to kill someone to pay for his life! Today, I don't want to get a ghost coffin, I just want to avenge my son!"

"Hehe!" Amu sneered, "However, before he died, the Killing God thanked me. Thank me for helping him escape from the prison. He is no longer a blood-desiring Shura."

"Killing God, since he is your son, the Palace Master must know his suffering, but you will enjoy it if you don't save him?"

Amu's words were very sharp, pointing directly at Mu Baizun's heart.

However, Mu Baizun was unmoved, and said with a sneer: "Cultivation in the three realms, the passage of ten thousand dharmas. Everything, there are gains and losses. The joys and sorrows are all in one mind. No suffering and no joy, only the Dao."

"Ridiculous!" Amu looked disdainful, "No suffering and no joy, isn't it a walking dead? I'm afraid you have lost the foundation of your practice! Are you using your own son?"

Mu Baizun shook his head, noncommittal, and said: "Successor of Mo Lang, today, I am not here to argue with you, but to kill you!"

As he said that, Mu Bai Zunzhou released his immortal power, which was very close to the breath of Yuan Xian, and it could even be said to have a taste of Yuan Xian.

However, Amu is not afraid.

"Isn't it cruel to kill his son first and then his father?" Amu squinted his eyes, his tone was serious, and the black vine under his right arm was already in his hand.

At the same time, in the sea of ​​Amdan, there are huge waves.

The black magic coffin began to rotate.Endless devilish energy surged up in Danhai.

Mu Baizun's cultivation level is still higher than that of Amu. Although he has not entered Yuanxian, he is only one step away.Moreover, Mu Baizun's sword is so weird and unpredictable, Amu would never dare to hold it too big.

Mu Baizun is as stable as a mountain, and as powerful as a sword.That was the most powerful enemy that Amu had ever encountered since cultivating immortals.

Mu Baizun didn't rush to make a move, but raised his hand slightly.A lightsaber gradually solidified, more than four feet long, like a bolt of lightning, caught in his hand.

At that moment, Mu Baizun was dressed in white like a god.The demeanor of a generation of killing immortals is fully revealed.

The whole Hanji was suffocating.Everyone is waiting for the shocking battle.Shen Ming, who had just received Mu Baizun's sword, frowned.She knew how powerful Mu Baizun's sword was.

However, Amu's expression was still calm.However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the void.

"Mu Baizun, have you lived too long? Forgot who Mo Lang is?"

In a word, the tone is flat, but it echoes the world.

(End of this chapter)