nine coffins

Chapter 717 Immortals, goodbye Heisha!

Mu Baizun, the bloodline of Tianzhou, the third soul died, like the falling of a star.

Qing Mozi, however, talks and laughs freely, calm and calm.Everyone understands that the realm of the green devil is definitely not the four great consummations of the heavenly immortals it seems.

Even though Mu Baizun was seriously injured, he must still have extremely strong combat power, even the last means of saving his life.Even the old man Huahun who imprisoned Mu Baizun could not destroy him so easily.

Qing Mozi only made one move, and no one could see his method clearly.

This is enough to show that the green devil is terrible.It's a pity that no one can see through the details of the green devil.No one knows the true state of the green devil.Inside the bluestone house, the sick young man nodded in admiration.

At this time, Qing Mozi raised his head, looked up into the sky, his eyes narrowed.

One of the nine coffins, the ghost coffin!
Mo Lang Wang Jue came to the Shura Realm just for this coffin.However, there is no news so far.Qing Mozi has already begun to suspect that Wang Jue may no longer cultivate the Luo Realm.

That must be Wang Jue, who discovered something more important than the ghost coffin.Otherwise, Xuebei Hanji and the ghost coffin should be able to show up.

The glow of red and black is bright, and the aura of ghosts is surging.The ghost coffin hangs high in the sky, like a ghost from all eternity.The ghost coffin is indeed the most ominous coffin among the nine coffins in the legend.

The ghost body is the first driver of the ghost coffin.However, all ghost bodies have a bad fate, and their lives are full of thorns and ups and downs.Thinking of this, Qing Mozi couldn't help but cast a glance at Shen Ming.

"Yu'er, Mo Lang's daughter? Tears of Wangchuan!" Qing Mozi sighed slightly in a complicated mood.However, when will the river of Wangchuan flow back?Mo Lang, why didn't you show up?

At this time, the atmosphere in the void was a little tense.Qing Mozi killed Mu Baizun, and shocked the audience with one move.Everyone is paying attention to the movements of the green devil.

Judging from the situation in the arena, it seems that no one is an opponent of Qing Mo and Hua Hun.

A gleam of light flashed in Murong Huang's eyes, because the oppressive feeling of Qing Mozi was too strong.Hanji Tangnu's expression was already very unnatural.

Today, Hanji is empty, with no sun or moon.If so, calculated according to the usual time, this night should have passed by long ago.The time in the entire Shura world began to slow down.

That half-round day has never risen.

Tang Nu's hands trembled slightly.Because, he felt that the air around him seemed to be getting colder.In the void, there are occasional air-conditioning swirls, as if about to blow snow.

Before the blood moon, if it snows, I will return!Those are the words of the Holy One.However, everything is still delayed.

The coffin that Tang Nu leaned against also felt a bit of coolness.Venerable Divine Weapon Dragon Saliva Slashed, Hei Hua circulated and moved slightly.

The innkeeper and Tang Nu exchanged glances.Tang Nu's eyes were fairly calm, but there was a hint of dodge in the eyes of the innkeeper.

"We were born to die for the Holy One. You don't see Tie Han and Xiu Niang? If you don't see Han Ji Town, how many lives are there?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Tang!" The innkeeper smiled awkwardly, "Since I have already given birth, I have no complaints!"

"That's good!" Tang Nu nodded, with a ruthless look in his eyes.Even if the owner of the inn retreats in the end, he can completely kill him.

"Old buddy, it's just you and me. Don't worry, I guess I'll die too, because I'm not dead and I don't have enough soul energy! Otherwise, the Holy One should have returned long ago." Tang Nu finally sighed long.

The innkeeper was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

No matter who, in fact, if you can choose, you will have love for life.Otherwise, within the Three Realms, how could there be so much unwillingness?

Not far away, the girl in black gauze also looked at the green devil in the air, her complexion was naturally a little strange.Of course, she has heard of the name of the Green Devil, but today is the first time she has seen it.

However, when the green devil appeared, it was far more terrifying than she had imagined.The Master of the Killing Immortal Palace did not become a spoiler as she expected, but instead sacrificed the flag for the Green Devil.

Just one move, beheading the master of the fairy hall, what kind of cultivation level is this?The most powerful person around Amu is so powerful?

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the girl in black gauze, and then she looked at Murong Huang from a distance.As for Murong Huang, he also looked at Hei Sha Nu.There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of both of them, but no fear.

The two nodded to each other, and each had unplayed cards.It's just that I have to move, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have a chance.

The girl in black gauze, her hands are secretly sealed.On the Nether Bead, gray awns flowed.Murong Huang, the quaint ring on his finger, turned gently again.

As soon as they moved here, the Blood Moon Southern Territory moved, but they couldn't see it.

Goodbye, Qing Mozi suddenly turned to the void, smiled, and said softly: "Immortal old man, since you are here, why don't you show up?"

immortal!The old man Huahun narrowed his eyes, and at the same time cast his gaze to a corner in the void.Amu, on the other hand, has never heard of this name.

The black gauze girl's mouth curved slightly.Her people are here.

"Hey! As expected of the green devil!" Looking at the void again, a black and thin old man with ragged clothes and filthy body showed his figure.

That is, Immortal Old Man!

In the entire Shura world, there may be many people who have heard of him, but there are very few who know his details.However, the few people present today are no strangers to it.

Hei Sha Nu, Murong Huang, Qing Mo Zi, and Hua Hun are all among them.

"It's been a long time!" Qing Mozi smiled faintly.

"It's been a long time!" The immortal old man said "hey" twice, then looked at the old man of painting soul, and sighed, "It's really not easy, you old bird, you are still alive!"

"You won't die, how can I die with confidence?" The old man Huahun gently lifted the cloth bag on his shoulder with his hand.The appearance of the ghost bird above his head has not dissipated.

"Hey! They're all dead! On the entire Blood Moon Continent, only the old man who watched the dead and you, the old bird who survived because of the seal of the ghost, are still alive!" The ghostly coffin hanging in the air had strange eyes.

"Who told you to be immortal?" The old man Huahun smiled coldly, "In the entire Shura world, you are the only one who can't die if you want to! You really are not free."

"Hey! Each other!" The immortal old man looked at Hua Hun, "We are all destined to serve tea and water. You old bird, if it wasn't for that Asura purple clothes who saved you, would you be able to get rid of the seal of the ghost? , Mo Lang doesn't even have that ability."

"Good luck!" The old man Huahun also looked up at the ghost coffin, "The great powers of the ancient times have all fallen. Now, those of us who serve tea and pour water have to decide a lot of things!"

"Not bad! Hehe!" The immortal old man looked at Huahun, then at Qingmozi, and then said casually, "Who will take this ghost coffin among us three?"

Um?Hearing this, many monks present all changed their colors slightly.

The words of the immortal old man are too easy and casual.

Guo Jia of Asura Palace frowned, looked at the void, and thought to himself, why didn't his ancestor come here?
Murong Huang sneered slightly.In terms of arrogance, this immortal old man does not seem to lose to the green devil.The girl in black gauze smiled knowingly.

Amu frowned, he didn't know, in front of Qingmo and Huahun, the immortal old man had the capital to speak like this.

The ghost's body is deep and dark, and its brows are slightly furrowed.Because of the ghost coffin, she is bound to win it.Even if it was Amu, she would not give in.

At this time, although there were the green demon painting soul and the immortal old man present, Shen Ming believed that as long as the water charm appeared, these people would not be worth mentioning.

Moreover, Shui Mei once said that within the realm of Shura, only Shen Ming summoned.Within three breaths, she can go anywhere.

"Hehe!" At this moment, the green devil looked at the immortal old man like an idiot, and said with a smile, "Immortal, people have lived for a long time, do they have a bad brain?"

"Huh?" The immortal old man pretended to be shocked, "What? What's wrong?"

"Of course not!" Qing Mozi said, "First, there are many people who want ghost coffins here. Don't think that these people are not worth mentioning. Second, even if it's just the three of us, the painting and I The soul is also in the same camp, how can you take away the ghost coffin?"

"Haha!" The immortal old man couldn't help laughing after hearing what the green devil said.

"Qingmo, don't put on a show. Among the people present, apart from the three of us, probably only the boy in green behind you has some skills, and the rest are mediocre."

"Painting Soul, there is still a trace of seal unopened, definitely not my opponent! As for you—" the immortal old man narrowed his eyes, "Although I can't see through you, I think you will not surpass Mo Lang!"

"Mo Lang? Hehe!" Qing Mozi laughed, "If Mo Lang was here, would you dare to be so rampant? I heard that back then, you almost died under the blow of a sword!"

The immortal old man's face remained unchanged, and he said: "Not bad! But, don't forget that it's dangerous. Even Mo Lang couldn't kill me back then!"

"Even Mo Lang can't kill you?" Qing Mozi sneered, with a slight mockery, "Why? Because of your so-called immortal body?"

"One sword Qingliu, maybe you can't kill you, because you can be resurrected. However, if the magic man of the year sacrificed the magic coffin, killing you would be like killing mosquitoes and flies. In front of the nine coffins, the venerable will tremble! You are not dead, It’s just that Mo Lang didn’t want to kill you back then!”

After hearing what Qing Mozi said, the immortal old man didn't argue, but remained silent.Indeed, Mo Lang, who walked asura back then, never got out of the coffin.What's more, when Mo Lang fought with him, Mo Lang only used one sword, and the victory was decided.

"But, you are not Mo Lang! You can only stand by Mo Lang's side, and you can't control the Mo Lang!" The immortal old man finally said.

"It's true that I'm not Demon Lang, but you're not Ming Zun either?" Qing Mozi looked proud, "Also, although Demon Lang is not here, the descendant of Demon Lang is here, and the coffin is also there! You should be careful! Maybe, I don't need to take action." !"

The immortal old man smiled coldly, and glanced at Amu not far away.

"The Nine Great Immortals are perfect, what can the broken magic coffin do to me? What's more-" the immortal old man casually glanced at Murong Huang, "The magic coffin may not be invincible!"

Green Devil sneered.

A Muze, seeing everything in his eyes, also sneered.The demon body may not be afraid of ghost coffins, but his own trump card is just demon coffins?

But at this moment, laughter like silver bells suddenly sounded, and a woman in black gauze appeared at the side of the immortal old man, with a charming figure and a charming smile.

"Also, Mingzun is not here, but Mingzun's successor is there, and the Nether Pearl is also there!"

(End of this chapter)