nine coffins

Chapter 433 The Great Desolation Exists Forever, The Star Monarch Is Immortal!
Taihuang's civil and military double song is definitely the most amazing generation of characters in the Sea Desolation China for thousands of years.

Wen Muran, dressed in Tsing Yi, chatting and laughing, strategizing and decisively defeating the sea.

Wu Aotian, two blue axes, are fighting, looking down at the world, across China.

However, no matter how great a person is, he will also fall.Even if he was the Canghai Immortal Venerable who was invincible in the Three Realms tens of thousands of years ago.

For thousands of years, Wen Muran's temples were stained with frost, and Wu Aotian was dressed in a monk's robe.Regarding the choice of beliefs of such characters, in fact, it is no longer possible to simply divide right from wrong.They have endured too many things in their lives, and they all have their own reasons.

At this moment, in the void of Fantian Temple, Wen Muran and Wu Aotian seemed to have thousands of flames burning all over their bodies.Wen Muran was dressed in gray flames, holding an ancient chaotic banner.Wu Aotian is covered in golden flames, holding the double axe in his hand.

At this time, no one cared about their cultivation realm.Civil and military hyperbole, everything displayed moved everyone.

"Kill!" The two shouted at the same time, as if they were encouraging each other.

The former brothers, for their respective beliefs, have to live and die together in a different way—to die together.

Wen Muran smiled strangely, the moment he knew that the old monk in front of him was Wu Qu, maybe Wen Muran decided to be like this.And Wu Aotian's death in Wen Muran's hands is also a kind of relief, so that he can live up to Taihuang.If you kill Wen Muran, you will live up to the Buddha.

The two people raised their cultivation to the extreme, and then turned into streamers, rushing towards each other.

To themselves, or to brothers, neither of them left any room.It was an attack, and it was suicide.

"boom--"

There was a shaking in the void of the Brahma Temple, and many people were unsteady on their feet.

Immediately, the gorgeous brilliance shot up into the sky, like fireworks in the night.

Even under the sunlight, the hearts and souls of Wen Muran and Wu Aotian are scattered, they are colorful without any gloomyness.

"Once you enter the wilderness, you will turn into seven stars. Brothers and sisters, we will live and die together!"

The oath of the seven great star kings of Taihuang is still in their ears. Back then, they never thought that they would end each other in such a way, and live and die together like this.

"Seven stars in the wild, illuminating the sea and the wild. Wen has dullness, and martial arts has arrogance!"

Among the seven great stars of Taihuang, the two brightest stars finally fell.

At this moment, on top of a ten thousand zhang peak outside Yunpeng Mountain, an old man in a black shirt and white eyebrows stood with his hands behind his back.He is majestic and majestic, and there are endless vicissitudes in his eyes, but at this time, a cloudy tear rolled down.

"Mu Ran, you finally chose to leave me! However, I must be right!" The Emperor Taihuang's eyes flashed unrepentant determination.

Western Blackwater.

A group of mysterious men and horses are in an enchantment outside the sanctuary.The leader was a middle-aged man in a black cloak, his murderous aura was unparalleled.Between the eyebrows, a black star seal added a bit of coldness.

"En!" At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly covered his heart, because there was a sudden pain there.

"Xingjun!" A scattered soul next to him frowned.

"It's okay!" The middle-aged man in black robe waved his hand, and at the same time, an ominous premonition hit his heart.

"Mu Ran? Am I the only one left among the Seven Star Lords?" The middle-aged man in the black robe was the Po Jun sent by Murong Huang to Heishui.

Behind him is the most elite force of the Taihuang Sect.They were waiting for Murong Huang's next order.

Brahma Temple, Seven Buddha Hall, First Buddha Hall.

At the moment when Wu Aotian's soul flew away, the Brahma three Buddhas slowly opened their eyes.

"The karma is complete. Heaven's punishment, the demons of the heart have been solved, and only then can they be freed and die!"

Saying that, a dharma seal and a green light formed in the hands of Brahma and the three Buddhas flew out of the first Buddha Hall.

In front of Brahma Temple.

At this time, many great powers witnessed the ending of Taihuang's civil and military hyperbole, and they all felt deeply, and felt extremely sad.Although their positions are different, no one can deny the stunning talents of Wen Muran and Wu Aotian.

In the void, Wen Muran and Wu Aotian seemed to have lingering ghosts, surrounded by five-color brilliance.

Flutteringly, a green leaf suddenly flew in the direction of Brahma's backyard.

"Amitabha!" Master Tianlun recited the Buddha's name, "Bodhi Leaf!"

At that time, the Buddha awakened under the Bodhi tree, so Bodhi has a different meaning for Buddhist disciples.

"Amitabha!" At this time, almost all the monks in Brahma Temple were chanting the Buddha's name.

Goodbye, that piece of Bodhi leaf circled in the void, and then directly rolled up a ball of colorful lights, that should be the remnant soul of Wuqu Xingjun.

On the bodhi leaf, the light was magnified, and the scattered soul of Wuqu Xingjun gradually disappeared, and the bodhi leaf also gradually disappeared.

At the same time, a figure suddenly appeared in the void.

The white clothes are like snow, and the black hair is like ink.With a pale and bewitching face, Xiao Luo stepped out of the void.

"gentlemen--"

As soon as Xiao Luo raised his hand, a group of incomparably soft tribulation force spread out, gathering the remaining five-color brilliance.But even if Xiao Luo's cultivation is as high as the sky, he can't save Wen Muran.Because, to some extent, Wen Muran committed suicide.

"Sir, Xiao Luo is late..."

"Why didn't you wait for me to come back..."

"Sir..." At this point, Xiao Luo burst into tears.

For 1 years, Wen Muran has never left Xiao Luo.

From infancy to Jiexiu, Wen Muran has been standing behind Xiao Luo.

In the reincarnation of the tenth life, Xiao Luo suffered all kinds of hardships and suffered all kinds of sins, but he was always protected and supported by Wen Muran.

Accompanied and guarded for 1 years.Wen Muran poured all his heart and soul into Xiao Luo.

For Xiao Luo, Wen Muran is both a master and a father!

If we say that the most important person in Xiao Luo's life is definitely not Emperor Taihuang, or even Murong Huang, but Wen Muran.

Wen Muran carefully cultivated Xiao Luo, but Xiao Luo didn't necessarily understand Wen Muran.

"Sir, why?" Holding the five-color brilliance in his hands, Xiao Luo was really puzzled.

"I'd rather suffer forever than seek relief from the saints!" Xiao Luo said tragically, "Sir, what exactly are you asking for?"

Wen Muran was unable to answer Xiao Luo's question.

Xiao Luo's tears scattered to the void, sprinkled in the five-color brilliance in his hands.With these tears, Wen Muran may rest in peace.

Because, Xiao Luo can already stand alone.

"Taihuang lasts forever, Xingjun is immortal!" At this time, the three major tribulation cultivators of the Taihuang Sect suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"Wow—"

Outside the Brahma Temple, there were nearly ten thousand members of the Taihuang Sect. At this time, they knelt down in unison, and the crowd was dense.

"The wilderness lasts forever, and the star king is immortal!"

Thousands of people shouted, and the Yunpeng Mountains echoed endlessly.

"Boom boom-"

At this time, at the foot of Yunpeng Mountain, the three million iron cavalry war horses of the Murong Dynasty neighed, and the artillery fired.

"Boom boom-"

The sound of cannons seemed to be mourning for Wen Muran.

Xiao Luo gradually stopped crying, and slowly put away the five-colored brilliance in his palm.

"Cough cough cough—" A violent cough made Xiao Luo's face turn red, and then he slowly raised his head.

The demon eyes were opened, but Xiao Luo's eyes could not see the pupils, only the empty and pale demon light.

He looked at all the great powers on the sea wasteland, and the many eminent monks at the Fantian Temple, with unending hatred.

The demon cultivator Xiao Luo!This is the real Eternal Demon Physique!

"You have to pay the price for Tai Huang, and you have to be buried with Mr.!" Xiao Luo's tone was extremely slow, but the strong killing intent spread out like something tangible.

All the great powers of the sea and the desert frowned.It wasn't out of complete fear, but Xiao Luo's chilling killing intent was so shocking that it made people shudder.

The water disaster is on the top!Xiao Luo's cultivation level is not higher than that of others, even lower than Master Tian Lun and Dongfang Zhan.However, Xiao Luo's aura is definitely something that these people don't have.

He was dressed in a white robe, but black magic energy was rising.Those empty pupils were full of magic.

On Xiao Luo's bewitching face, there was an evil smile.

"Above the deserted sea, is the Eastern family the most powerful?" Xiao Luo sneered, but before he finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot.

In an instant, that white shadow appeared among the Dongfang clan.

As fast as lightning, Xiao Luo reached out with his left hand, and a black glow went straight to Dongfang Zhan.

"En!" Dongfang Zhan never expected that Xiao Luo would dare to act like this.

The coercion of the fire catastrophe can be emitted instinctively, but this coercion is useless to Moxiu.At the same time, Dongfang Zhan retreated sharply, his body glowing red, which was his magic weapon for protection.

One must know that Dongfang Zhan had just been seriously injured at this time, so he might really not be Xiao Luo's opponent.That is to say, Dongfang Zhan is a monk of Fire Tribulation, otherwise Xiao Luo's blow would have killed him.

However, other monks from the Dongfang family were not as lucky as Dongfang Zhan.

Xiao Luo forced Dongfang Zhan back with one move, and instead of chasing after him, he moved his body to the left, and his left and right hands moved at the same time.

"Bam—"

The power of the evil catastrophe spread out, and one of the Dongfang family, a high-ranking scattered soul Dzogchen, and a virtual catastrophe, couldn't escape Xiao Luo's ultimate move at all.

"what--"

Shouting at the same time, the two masters were pierced by Xiao Luo's devilish energy, their hearts and souls were shattered, and they fell directly.

"Huh?" Hai Huang Da Neng was shocked.

Xiao Luo was as fast as a ghost, retreated back, and then stood in the field, his magic power surging like the sky.

"Above the deserted sea, who dares to fight?"

(End of this chapter)