nine coffins

Chapter 787 The scroll collects the soul, the sea is in chaos!
Northern Cold Sect, Zhenbei Peak.

8000 years ago, overnight, black mist enveloped the entire Qifeng in the north of the town.Beihan suppresses the northern lineage, life and death are unknown.

Because, Mo Lang was seriously injured and came from the snowy field with a broken coffin, so he asked the painstaking son to help suppress a ray of demon soul.Since then, the scattered soul monk has worked hard and sat in town for 8000 years. Fortunately, he lived up to his entrustment and everything was safe.

Thousands of years ago, Brahma and Heishui fought two great battles.Amu and Lishui, who were born in Beihan, are already monks in the Tribulation Realm, invincible in China.The Northern Cold Sect's status is faintly the same as that of the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Desolation in the past.

Therefore, now, in the entire sea wasteland, no one dares to draw the attention of the Northern Cold Sect.

However, the sky is unpredictable.Crises are often unintentional.Probably, no one would have thought that someone would be able to enter the Northern Cold Sect and the Seven Peaks of Zhenbei without a sound.

The black-clothed painstaking son and the Arctic fairy had no chance to fight back, so they fell in this way.

Two men in black, black robes facing the wind, bamboo hats hanging in the snow.In front of the Arctic Fairy and Kuxinzi, they are like real gods.

Only, on the Zhenbei Peak, the real body of Kuxinzi, pinched the seal formula with his hands, and the forbidden figure rose up.However, that is definitely not because of Kuxinzi's realm, but because he has the forbidden map of Mo Lang.

Seven-fold colorful light, shocking power.

This technique of Kuxinzi can completely destroy any monk in Haihuang, even if he is a true immortal?Because, that has a wisp of magic Lang's meaning.

However, those two monks in black had long been prepared.Everything, they are very clear.

"Hmph!" The dwarf monk sneered, "Forbidden picture? Bitter heart, unfortunately, you are not Mo Lang!"

Goodbye, that dwarf monk, with a wave of one hand.

In an instant, he rolled up, endless snow waves.Except for Mo Lang, Ku Xinzi had never seen such power in this life.

What kind of realm is that, what kind of cultivation?
boom--

That snow wave was like a dragon, soaring into the sky, just colliding with the seven-color forbidden map.

The sky is full of snow dancing, and the colorful lights are scattered.

The entire Seven Peaks in the north of the town were shaking.The whole earth is in resonance.

However, at this moment, the Beihan cultivators outside Zhenbei Peak didn't know anything about it.Because, the two men in black had already set up a barrier along the way.

And further away on the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, because the moment the gate of the Three Realms is about to open, the immortal power is strange.Unexpectedly, he did not perceive this moment.

Everyone was waiting for Amu's appearance, and they didn't care about the sea shortage.

It was at this moment when the defense was weakest that two men in black arrived.

This is a well-prepared soul gathering.

At this time, Zhenbei Peak is a closed world.No one can help!

Such a situation occurred not because Mo Lang's arrangement was not well planned back then, nor was it that his efforts were too poor, but because the appearance of these two men in black far surpassed the common sense of the wilderness.

Above the deserted sea, the holy city of Ziyou is respected.However, even if the Ziyou Holy Envoy came in person, he absolutely did not have such ability.Unless, that is the fairy flower.

However, there is only one Huanhua in Ziyou City.

"Wow--"

Kuxinzi's real body, under the force of its counter-shock, suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood, and his face was instantly pale as paper.

Goodbye, Kuxinzi seals again.Between his eyebrows, a flying sword shot out.It was a magic sword, and it was used to suppress the change of Mo Lang's remnant soul back then.

That demonic sword, full of demonic energy, is a top-level fairy treasure.However, such a magic weapon is not worth mentioning in front of the man in black.

call--

A black-clothed dwarf, with long sleeves dancing, is a black light.

Snapped--

The magic sword was directly drawn away by it.

"Hey! If it wasn't for Mo Lang's forbidden figure to protect you, you're just a little scattered soul, how could you have a chance to make a move?" The dwarf man in black sneered, and at the same time, as soon as he stepped in, he formed a magic seal with one hand.

"Broken—" the black-clothed gnome let out a soft drink.

Shocking power, stimulated out.That is definitely the power to destroy the world.

But at this time, the forbidden map on the entire Zhenbei Peak suddenly glowed brightly.However, these banned pictures were not set up for existence of the level of the man in black.

Kuxinzi is not Mo Lang, not even Amu.Even with the Supreme Forbidden Map, it is impossible to resist the power of the man in black.The level difference is too much, too much.

Although the man in black was a dwarf, in terms of realm and cultivation, Kuxinzi was definitely a speck of dust.

The man in black pressed down with shocking force and painstaking efforts, there was no way to resist, no way to evade.

And at the moment when this shocking force was pressed down, it was not his own life and death that broke Kuxinzi's heart.Instead, he saw, in the distance, another man in black with seals on his hands.

That was the moment that made Kuxinzi despair.

That one set, quite strange seal formula.Painful son, I have never seen such a technique.

I saw, following the technique of the monk in black.The bottomless moat exploded with a bang.

Thousands of feet of snow and dust turned into white light.Whether it was painstaking restraint, or the restraint of the Arctic Immortal, or even the blessing of Holy Lotus Lishui, at that moment, they were all vulnerable.

In front of the monk in black, everything sealed by ice and snow is like a piece of tofu.

"Huh—" In an instant, black mist surged up like a gun.That is the power that has been sealed for 8000 years, and it bursts like a surge.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"The sky is hard to destroy, and the earth is hard to bury! If my soul returns, the blue sky will be stained with blood—" That bitterly familiar yet unfamiliar voice has not sounded for a thousand years, and now it reverberates again.

That is, Mo Lang's soul, not Mo Lang.

"Noisy!"

It's just that he didn't expect that fat monk in black to say something that was often said by painstaking people in the past.I saw that the black-clothed monk made seals with his hands again.

Immediately, a black awn shot up into the sky from behind.It was a black scroll!
"Collect the soul!" The black-clothed monk yelled violently.

The scroll in the void unfolded rapidly, like a dragon dance, and it seemed to open a black curtain.

Hula-la-huh-

Endless wind, infinite power.The black scroll was actually covered with various restrictions.At this time, even if Amu is here, he still marvels at the power of that black scroll.

In the ten thousand zhang sky moat, all the black mist instantly gathered into a black torrent.

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

In the torrent of ink, there is still unwillingness, magic, and hostility.However, in front of the black-clothed monk's technique and under the black scroll, he was so powerless.

Everything is just a moment, a moment of lightning and flint.The ink-colored torrent was completely drawn into the scroll.

"Feng—" the black-clothed friar shouted again.

The scroll that covers the sky is instantly closed.

The world is silent!

That painstaking effort, the 8000-year-old Mo Lang's remnant soul guarded by his life, the great sealing formation that was laid at the cost of the entire Beihan Town's northern lineage, that faith guarded by his life...

In an instant, everything fell apart.Everything has lost its meaning.

"Mo Lang, everything is over!" At that moment, Ku Xinzi had actually died.Because, the meaning of his life is no longer there.

boom--

Although, the forbidden map left by Mo Lang is still instinctively resisting everything.But, painstakingly, already desperate.

bang——

At the last moment, Kuxinzi smiled coldly.

Blow up!

That is painstaking effort, the biggest killer move.His self-destruction is the forbidden picture self-destruction.Without him, the entire forbidden map will naturally be destroyed.

boom - boom -

The black-clothed dwarf let out a "hey" and quickly backed away before his spell was exhausted.Life and death are already separated, he doesn't want to suffer unnecessary injuries.

Forbidden to map the power of blasting, he also has to avoid its edge.

Dust and smoke rose everywhere, and the snow mountain collapsed.

The power of the forbidden map, the black-clothed dwarf's single technique, even flattened the entire Zhenbei Peak.At the same time, Mo Lang banned the picture and painstakingly tried his best to reveal his true body, all of which were wiped out at that moment.

The dwarf in black retreated quickly, but his heart was still shocked by the power of the forbidden map.Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

"It's such a powerful forbidden map, the little scattered soul can even hurt!"

"Of course!" At this time, the fat monk in black had already completed everything, "People related to Mo Lang should not be underestimated!"

Then, the two men in black stood in the snowstorm and stopped for a while.In fact, basically, this can't be counted as a battle, because there is no real so-called round at all.

That can only be regarded as a massacre, or a plunder.In fact, any man in black can wipe out everything, but he tries to be foolproof.

"Let's go! Go back and report!" said the fat man in black.

The dwarf man in black nodded.

Two people, no more conversation.As soon as he moved his body, he disappeared in Zhenbei Peak in an instant.Once the two left the Northern Cold Sect, the barrier they set up lasted for less than a quarter of an hour.

That time is enough for them to go away.In fact, they didn't intend to really hide anything.Because, there is no need for that, if they want to make Haihuang panic, it is what they want.

call--

The endless strong wind suddenly rose.In the north of the northern cold, the black mist that has not dissipated for 8000 years gradually dissipates with the wind.

The heaven and the earth are serene, thousands of miles are awe-inspiring.

On that day, Zhenbei Peak of the Northern Cold Sect finally showed his long-lost face.The young disciples who didn't know everything even cheered happily, thinking that they saw a wonder of heaven and earth.

According to the legend of Beihan, Zhenbei has a soul-scattering patriarch.But, painstaking son, no longer.Mo Lang's remnant soul was snatched away.

As soon as the fog cleared, each sect and branch of the Northern Cold Sect rushed to the sky with a few beams of light, and headed straight to the north of Zhenbei.

However, in the snowy field, the cold wind howled.Dazed, nothing.

Knowing the inside story of Zhenbei Peak, the great power of the Northern Cold Sect, all of them changed their expressions suddenly and were shocked.Han Qianli and Bai Yifeng looked at each other in blank dismay.

Su Xin, the current Suzerain of Beihan, even frowned, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Everyone in the Northern Cold Sect seemed to have a big stone on their hearts.Mo Lang's remnant soul is gone, that is definitely a shocking event, and at the same time, it is definitely an ominous omen.

"Su Xin!" Han Qianli frowned, since he returned to Beihan, he has been devoting himself to practice.With the help of the Canghai Jade Pendant, he is now a man of wind and calamity.

For hundreds of years, Su Xin has been in control of the Northern Cold Sect and has been thriving day by day.Han Qianli has never issued an order.However, today everything is different.

"The disciple is here!" Su Xin bowed hurriedly.

"Hurry up and report, the major immortal gates of the sea wasteland have changed in the north of the town, and the sea wasteland is in chaos!" Han Qianli's voice was low.He is a demon servant, and he has a very bad premonition.

"Yes!" Su Xin bowed in response.

The Northern Cold Sect spreads news quickly.However, many things are still too late!

　Today's third update, making up for yesterday's update!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)