nine coffins

Chapter 711 The original fairy servant, the blood of Tianzhou

Mo Lang, Cang Hai Shen Lang.

In order to practice the Three Lives of Immortals and Demons, and lead directly to the path of the venerable, Shenlang plunged into the six circles of reincarnation, from immortals to demons, and was reincarnated as a man of Demon Island.After 30 years of experience in Mozhou, Mo Lang comprehended and cultivated, making him invincible.

The Lord of Demons is undefeated in his life.A sword flows cleanly, and the green light is like water.Mo Lang has been regarded as No. 1 in Shura Mozhou for thousands of years.

It is no secret that Amu is the descendant of Mo Lang, just like he is carrying a magic coffin, almost everyone knows it.

Mu Baizun, the master of the Hall of Killing Immortals, is definitely not an ordinary monk. He dared to strike Amu with his sword, so naturally he had his reasons and his capital confidence.

However, when the words "Mu Baizun, have you lived a little longer? Forgot who Mo Lang is?" resounded throughout the void, Mu Baizun still looked terrified, and a strange flash of light flashed in his eyes. mango.

In the entire Asura world, he knows no more than one person who dares to speak to him like this.But hearing that voice, the corners of Amu's mouth slightly curved, and he smiled knowingly.

Goodbye to the void, a gray light manifested in the human form.An old man in a gray robe, carrying a torn package, was stepping into the void, and his face was slightly dusty.

The old man who painted the soul!

Many monks present knew him well.Because, during the battle in the Blood North Cold Plain, the old man Huahun once appeared, and he could strike two realms with one sword.For countless tens of thousands of years, that was the first time the original immortal monk made a move in the Shura world, and he avoided a bloody catastrophe.

As soon as the painting soul old man appeared, everyone behaved differently.

Zui Mo Luo, Murong Huang and the others were naturally unwilling to see him.Because, the old man Huahun once helped Amu openly, but it is hard to say in private.

Is it unusual for such a help to suddenly appear?
Hanji Tangnu's body leaned back again, already completely leaning on the completely dark blood coffin, as if the blood coffin could bring him strength.

The Venerable Divine Weapon Dragon Saliva Slash was held tightly in Tang Nu's hand.At this point, that seemed to be his life-saving straw.

The shopkeeper of the inn was even more nervous than Tang Nu, and his face even turned blue.The abacus he was holding in his hand moved the beads chaotically, but it was silent, which was quite strange.

Thousands of beads, it is estimated that it is impossible to calculate the fate of the innkeeper for a while.

The sick young man was still standing in the courtyard, but he sneered when he saw the old man Huahun.

"Old ghost, you really have a long life. You have been sealed for countless thousands of years, but you didn't die, but it was a blessing in disguise, and you broke the seal? You really deserve to die!"

"The ghost bird king!" The woman in black veil frowned slightly.This Yuanxian was within the scope of her consideration, but it seemed to have come a little earlier.

But at this time, Mu Baizun looked at the old man Huahun, but he didn't have much surprise. It was obvious that the old man Huahun was in his so-called palm.

However, as soon as the old man Huahun appeared, Mu Baizun still put away the sword light in his hand.

"Mu Baizun, I have met Senior Painting Soul!" Mu Baizun cupped his hands slightly, his tone was polite, and his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Hey!" The old man Huahun looked at Mu Baizun and sneered, "It's rare that you can still call me senior! I'm afraid to be that!"

"Senior, you're being polite! Looking at the entire Asura world, who doesn't respect senior? Who doesn't know the demeanor of senior?" Mu Baizun smiled faintly.

"Oh? If that's the case, then you, Lord of the Immortal Killing Palace, leave tonight! Don't go in this cold and muddy water, the water here is too deep. My old man, I don't want to make it difficult for you!" Huahun old man said, It was very peaceful.

"Hehe!" Mu Baizun stood tall, his white clothes moved lightly, but his expression did not change, and he smiled, "Senior, did you say it a little too lightly. The revenge of killing a son is irreconcilable! Mu Mou left today, How will we gain a foothold in Asura in the future?"

"The revenge of killing a son is not shared?" The old man Huahun couldn't help but look up to the sky and sneer when he heard Mu Baizun's words, "Mu Baizun, are you a three-year-old child? You have a son? Hahaha, what a joke!"

Old man Huahun, as soon as he said this.Everyone present was stunned, what does this mean?Some people thought that this Mu Baizun could not be a eunuch, right?

"Huh?" Mu Baizun also changed his face slightly, then quickly calmed down, and said with a sneer, "Senior, tell me, why can't I have a son?"

"If you only talk about swords—" Huahun old man snorted coldly, looked at Mu Baizun, and then paused, "Unless Mo Lang reappears and clears the flow with a single sword, you will definitely be No.1 in the Shura world!"

"Thank you for your kind words, senior!" Mu Baizun smiled slightly.He is extremely confident about his sword.

"You are an absolute sword cultivator!" The old man Huahun squinted his eyes, still looking at Mu Baizun, "You use your sword to comprehend the Tao, and you use the sword to pass through the immortals. In this life, you are like a sword, and a sword is like a person. Slash the seven emotions and cut the six desires , Only with the sword in your heart can you achieve what you have achieved today. When a person and a sword become one, a sword is a sword when you wave your hand. How can a person like you marry a wife and have children? If you have a son, it is also the sword in your hand, nothing else!"

The old man Huahun's words shocked everyone present.In the Three Realms, there are still such ascetic sword idiots.

After listening, Mu Baizun looked at the old man Huahun with a faint smile.

"Master Zeng Yun, the junior, can't do anything, and all things can pass through. What the senior said is exactly right! Mu Mou is a sword in his life, and he has nothing to ask for. That killing god is just my adopted son!"

Everything is impossible, all things channel!

After hearing these eight words, Amu's heart couldn't help but move.Because, this sentence was heard when he first became a monk.That sentence once came from the mouth of Qianzang Master Qianzang of the Northern Cold Sect of the Sea Desolation.

"Don't talk about adoptive son!" Hua Hun shook his head and said, "That poor boy is just a container for you to raise Bloody Blood Asura! And you want to train that Bloody Bloody Shura into a sword energy?"

Practicing Desire Blood Asura as Sword Qi?The people present gasped again.If it succeeds, what kind of sword energy will it be?
Mu Baizun smiled, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but the expression on his face remained the same.

"Senior, there's no need to say more! Whether it's an adopted son or a container! Now, he's finally been killed. Bloody Asura is no longer in the Asura Realm, so I naturally want to seek justice!"

"Fairness?" The old man Huahun couldn't help sneering, "Fairness belongs to the strong! Who dares to touch this young man?"

"Mo Lang, it has disappeared for tens of thousands of years! Even if it is a god, it is useless in the sky." Mu Baizun looked at the old man Huahun meaningfully. List!"

"Not among them?" The old man Huahun said disdainfully, "You are not worthy of Mo Lang's attack. Moreover, you are not a Shura at all!"

"Senior knows a lot!" Mu Zun's gray hair at the temples swayed slightly.Obviously, the heart is not as peaceful as before.

Not Shura people, this is Mu Zunbai's secret.Although he has been in Shura for more than [-] years, he is really not from Shura.

"Whether Mo Lang is here or not, you can't move this young man!" the old man Huahun said directly without further entanglement.

"What? He is not only the heir of Mo Lang, but also the heir of the senior? Senior, it is right in front of me, I have to think about it." Mu Baizun sneered.

"You're wrong!" The old man Huahun looked at Mu Baizun, smiled coldly, and said slowly, "It's not that he is my successor, but that I am his servant!"

wow——

For a moment, the audience shook, and everyone changed color.

Servant!

Murong Huang and the others frowned instantly.The girl in black yarn is also beautiful.Sea Desolation Demon Servant, that was once a power that shook the entire Chinese world.

Po Jun has a complex expression on his face.Because, back then, he died at the hands of Qing Mozi, the number one servant of the sea wasteland.And the green devil, let him dream back ten thousand years, so that he can reincarnate without regret.

It's a pity that Po Jun finally chose Ning to make a wedding dress for the devil.

No one thought that there would be demon servants in the world of Asura!

At this time, even Amu's face had a strange look.Mo Lang Ling has always been in the hands of the green devil.Amu's heart trembled slightly.

The original fairy-level demon servant!How much help did Master leave for me?At this time, the ghost coffin has appeared, why is Master Wang Jue missing?

Servant!

Mu Baizun's expression also changed slightly.The old man Huahun turned out to be a legendary demon servant, such a situation was never thought of by Mu Baizun anyway.

Naturally, the demon servant stood on the side of Mo Lang's successor, there is no doubt about it.Moreover, this is not only a question of the combat power of the old man who painted the soul, but also a question of how many original immortals there are behind Amu.

"Things, it's interesting!" The sick young man also smiled coldly, and then glanced at the two coffins in the void and behind Tang Nu.

"You are not my opponent! I will give you a chance to choose!" The old man Huahun looked at Mu Baizun and straightened his body slightly, which was a warning.

A fairy talisman can destroy the nine layers of heavenly immortals.The old man Huahun is indeed qualified to talk to Mu Baizun like this.

Mu Baizun stood calmly without speaking, just looking at Hua Hun.The wind blows his white clothes and his long hair on the temples.

Master of Killing Immortal Palace, Shura Killer No.1!
However, the soul of painting is Yuan Xian Er's great perfection!
Mu Baizun can clearly see the realm of the old man Huahun in the realm of Xuyuan.However, he also knew that that was already the limit of the painting soul old man.

Theoretically, Mu Baizun is definitely no match for the old man Huahun.Because, after all, he is not Yuan Xian.To be promoted to Yuanxian, the gap between each realm is far greater than other realms.

A difference is a gap.

However, Mu Baizun still has the capital of self-confidence.With his sword, Shura is invincible.Moreover, he is not a Shura, he is from the Boundless Heaven Continent.

Tianzhou's blood flowed on his body.

He knew that no matter whether he wins or loses, he is qualified to strike a sword once.Even, he felt that the painting soul, who knew many secrets of the Three Realms, would never kill him, or dare not kill him.

Because he is from Tianzhou.Because, his surname is Mu.Therefore, Mu Baizun moved.

Only one sword!However, this sword is not a white light, but the whole person, turned into a sword!

That sword stands between heaven and earth!The endless murderous aura spread out.

The old man Huahun couldn't help but let out a long sigh—is the blood of Tianzhou always proud?

However, at this time, the old man Huahun already had a talisman in his hand, and at the same time, a cloud of black air hovered over the old man Huahun's head like wings that had not been unfolded for thousands of years.

The ghost bird king is definitely one of the oldest existences in the Shura world.

At this time, the battle on the Blood South Continent was still at a stalemate.Countless Shura souls crawled across the Xuenan void.

It's just that Xiao Luo stood in Immortal Town, his eyes were a little empty, and the black swirl between his brows continued.Meihua Wuer was even more at a loss.The immortal old man, at some point, was no longer in that dilapidated house.

(End of this chapter)