The black moon fell into the sky, the blood moon was lightless, and the entire Shura Demon Continent was already shaking. Eternal black mang, across the sky. At this moment, the Three Realms were silent, the gods and demons were silent, and everything was silent.

A few years later, it will be recorded in the "Three Realms: Demon Continent Shura Chronicles":

Shura Demon Continent Calendar, the Ninth New Era, 6,600 years, late spring, March 15. It was night, and the black moon fell into the sky, and there was no light in sight. The realms are felt, and the Three Realms are shaken. After that, on the day of black and white, he returned to the helm of Shura. For thousands of years, a bend of blood moon is unknown, and it is actually a ghost coffin covering the sky.

Nine coffins, ghost coffins! That is the existence of the three realms of Kezhen.

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The vast Three Realms, the sea is desolate. The north of the cold plain, the top of the holy mountain. The ancient flow of the sea, the ninety-ninth generation of Leng Yu, is immortal and independent.

The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms can naturally lead to the Three Realms. However, even Leng Yu could not look at the water mirror, penetrate the boundary gate, and wait and see. However, at the moment when the ghost coffin reappeared, Leng Yu felt a feeling.

If calculated according to the time of the sea famine, it is actually only more than 60 years since Amu and Lishui left the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.

That is for the immortal Leng Yu who has stepped on eternity, it is a real flick of his fingers.

However, at this time, Leng Yu Moth's eyebrows frowned slightly. Fang Cai, it should be a wisp of nine coffins, and it is a complete coffin, otherwise it will definitely not be able to penetrate the Three Realms directly.

Amu, what is the matter with the water? Leng Yu didn't know.

The east of the Sea Barren Continent is an endless sea of suffering.

There is no end to the bitter sea, and the happy land is worry-free.

At this time, in front of Sanssouci Island, a woman in green holding an ancient umbrella was standing on a reef. The green skirt is in the wind. Long hair was flying, and a jade pendant with a faint Buddha light hung from the neck of the woman in green.

That is also one of the nine coffins. Buddha coffin!

The woman in green is naturally the heir of the ancient stream of the Paradise Land. Not far behind her, there was still the white-clothed mother-in-law. And the mother-in-law in white did not look at the clouds dispersing, but looked at the vast sea.

No one can see through the scattered thoughts of the happy land.

The mother-in-law in white, although she has been scattered with the clouds for life. But I can't figure it out. The clouds are scattered, but the ancient stream of the Paradise, the most inscrutable heir in history.

Buddha coffin, white jade fairy gourd. Almost all the inheritance of the ancient immortal green soul is in his body. The power of Yunshuang is unspeakable. However, there is always a trace of nameless concern in the clouds.

"Two hundred years. The time of being forgotten. Can it really be eternal?" the white-clothed mother-in-law sighed in her heart. Because, she doesn't understand.

At this time, the eyes of the clouds are calm and waveless. But there seems to be the vicissitudes of eternity, and in the depths of the eyes, disillusionment. It was a very special kind of eye wave.

Pity. The mother-in-law in white will never be seen. Because. The clouds are scattered and will not be seen by others.

"If there is fate, Sanssouci Island will reunite, you and I will drink together with the moon and devote ourselves to it for two hundred years!" Yun San looked at the waves of the bitter sea, remembering what he had said to Amu, and couldn't help but close his eyes slightly.

"The sea...... Guliu ...... Amu ......" the clouds scattered and muttered like a dream.

If Amu doesn't come to the Promised Land, the seal in the center of his eyebrows will naturally not be fully opened. It's just that Yunsan doesn't know where Amu is at this time?

Shura's ghost coffin, see the light of day again. At that moment, the jade pendant on Yun San's chest suddenly brightened slightly, and the Buddha's breath was dense.

"The ghost coffin is back!Ghost Venerable?Or ambergris?" Yun Sanshuang suddenly, opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a hint of murderous intent and endless coldness.

The vast Three Realms, the depths of the vast universe, I don't know where and where.

There, there is no sun, no moon, no phase. Only billions of years of clouds are tumbling here.

"Ghost coffin, see the light of day again!" A voice and a long sigh appeared in the void.

"Alas!" another voice sighed, "Within the Three Realms, the wheel of cause and effect begins again and again! ”

"The wheel of cause and effect is not like Lethe. Because, Lethe River has gone and has no return, and it will not flow back. ”

"That's why the sea has to break the cause and effect and end everything!"

"That's why Canghai is dead, and there is not even reincarnation!" The voice was very soft and helpless.

The sea is dead, there is no reincarnation! The eight words are like a sword piercing the heart. The world, in an instant, was silent.

"But for me, the sea will live forever!" Thousands of years, endless years, it seems that the sadness in the heart of the person who spoke has not been dissolved.

"His legacy is immortal, it is eternal!"

"So, you gave that dagger to the boy in the sea?"

"I can't see through the person who should be robbed for thousands of years, but I have no choice!

Silence! eternal silence.

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The ghost coffin appeared, and the Three Realms shook.

In Hanji Town, it was even more strange in an instant. The black moon, falling from the sky, falls straight down and covers everything.

Tang Nu held the ambergris in his hand and stood proudly in front of the original blood coffin, condensing and not moving.

The god-killing boy raised his head in an instant. Lust for blood Shura, suddenly the blood mist skyrocketed. Killing God, in an instant, he sensed that the falling black moon was the real ghost coffin.

Roar - Roar - Woo -

At this moment, the god-killing boy roared in the sky, but he lost his voice and roared like an ancient evil beast.

Human head, wings, three legs, red-haired tentacles, and a body of blood mist, except for the human face, the killing god is completely alienated.

Is this the one that has been sealed by the power of the ancient eternal for countless thousands of years? Everyone was shocked by that vision and blood.

Goodbye, the killing god suddenly rushed up, with endless blood, straight into the void.

At this time, the black moon fades. In the black mist, a coffin corner was exposed, and the black light flowed, but it scattered red. The breath of ancient vicissitudes is fully revealed.

"Ghost coffin turns into a moon!"

All the monks were shocked. In the ancient mansion in the north of the town, Murong Huang, who held his own wisdom, was also shocked. This kind of layout is too powerful.

Within the Three Realms, I don't know how many people are looking for ghost coffins again.

However, the ghost coffin has been hanging in the Shura realm like this for countless thousands of years. The two worlds of immortals and mortals can be seen by everyone. This kind of handwriting made Murong Huangdu impressed in his heart.

"The ghost coffin is the moon, what are you turning into?The power of one realm, nourishing one qiē!" In the southeast of the town, the sick boy looked at Yi Qiē and sighed long, "It's worthy of Shura ambergris! Even me, I may not be able to have such a means!"

A sick teenager with a calm expression and talking to himself.

It seemed that he had completely remembered the ambergris, and at this time, what was reflected in his eyes was not the ghost coffin, but the blood coffin that had already appeared.

At this time, everyone instantly forgot about Fang Cai's red blood coffin. All the monks understood that the black moon was the ghost coffin.

The killing god rushed up, wanting to take the ghost coffin.

At this time, the killing god was furious, and the notoriety of the blood Shura was even more unstoppable. Only then did Tang Nu make a move, and the dragon saliva forced him to retreat and kill the god. But this time, Tang Nu did not move.

Once again, the god of killing approached the ghost coffin. It's just that this time it's definitely a real ghost coffin.

But at this moment, in the void, with a coquettish shout, a red shadow suddenly appeared.

"The evil beasts of the Three Realms dare to touch the ghost coffin?"

Red dress and red dress, absolutely beautiful. The black and white light of the eyes is soul-stunning. That's the ghost body Shen Ming. Goodbye Shen Ming, his hands are like wheels. A spell, open and close, endless immortal power spreads, and at the same time hooks up the power of the sky.

Ghost body, ghost coffin!

At this time, the power of the ghost coffin was covered with a qiē and imprisoned a lot, but Shen Ming felt smooth, like a fish in water.

Appear, seal, in one go, flowing water. The ninefold power of the heavenly immortals covered and pressed down, directly facing the killing god.

Boom - Rumble -

Such a collision is far better than the party.

All the people retreated. All kinds of streams of light are like colored thunder exploding.

At this time, Hanji Town seems to be missing the protection of a force. The ancient houses on both sides of Hanji Long Street collapsed almost completely, and then directly turned into endless smoke and dust.

Those Hanji townspeople instantly disappeared their souls. Only Tang Nu and the innkeeper are safe.

Heavenly Immortals Ninefold, Lust for Blood Shura. With that kind of power, even the immortals can hardly withstand it. The light waves are like wheels, and Hanji Town is unrecognizable.

From then on, there was no more cold luck in the Blood Moon Continent.

And goodbye, Shen Ming's body turned into a red shadow, and he retreated sharply, dodging the edge. And the killing god, directly by Shen Ming's Heavenly Immortal Nine Folds power, shocked the body of blood mist, suddenly scattered, and retreated several miles away.

Roar-roar-roar-hahaha-

I don't know if it's a beast screaming or a human laughing.

Goodbye, that body of blood mist actually merged quickly. Bloodthirsty Shura, it is really extraordinary. Just one style, the ghost body is silent, and under the power of the Nine Heavenly Immortals, it is actually an equal game.

At this time, in the blood mist, only a trace of the god-killing boy could be seen.

Shen Mingxiu is slightly picky, it seems that there is no way to kill, it is absolutely difficult to stop this monster that looks like a human and not a human, a beast and not a beast.

And at this moment, in the void, several figures suddenly reappeared, rushing straight towards the ghost coffin.

Lu Cun and Greedy Wolf are the two Great Desolate Star Monarchs, and the two White Killing Heavenly Immortals of the Killing Immortal Palace are all among them. Guo Jia and the two Blood Soul Guards, how can they lag behind?

The gray shirts, the white clothes, and the bloody robes are all the black coffins.

At the same time, in the void, a black shadow appeared. The black shadow, wearing a hat, actually broke through everything with one punch and went straight to the ghost coffin.

That person is actually the Heavenly Immortal Ninefold!(To be continued......)