Blood South Immortal Town, black clouds overwhelm the city, and it is about to break out at any time. In the cold town of Xuebei, there are no waves in the ancient well, and it seems to be forever peaceful. One south and one north, the two ends of the chess game of the Blood Moon Continent are completely different from each other.

On this day, Hanji Town, dusk. The day of black and white, the desire has not turned. In the town, there is a sporadic trace of clear snow.

Murong Huang, Lu Cun Xingjun, Wenqu Xingjun and the gray-clothed and black-clothed people with hats did not make any cover-up, and entered Hanji Ancient Town very usually and calmly, just like the most ordinary tourists.

Seven thousand miles of cold plains and snow roads, five people, walked for more than two months, without using any mana.

However, there was not the slightest tiredness on their faces, and Murong Huang's face even had a trace of blood. Perhaps, as Murong Huang said, as soon as he walked the Blood Moon Demon Continent Road, his state of mind would be complete.

At this time, there are few pedestrians in Hanji Town, because the people of Hanji are used to going to bed early. In the courtyards on both sides, there are already occasional lights. Murong Huang looked at the long cross street in Hanji Town, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"What a Hanji Town, what a long cross street!" Murong Huang's eyes flashed with admiration.

At this time, from the direction of the north of Hanji Town, a young man walked in the snow.

The young man, with ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes, was a townsman of Hanji.

It was a mortal, a real mortal, different from Murong Huang. It's just that the young man's eyes were full of killing intent. Walk slowly, not angry.

"Subordinate Zhan Yun, see Your Highness!" The young man walked up to Murong Huang and knelt down on one knee. Place your right hand on your chest. It was a rare etiquette on the Blood Moon Continent, because it belonged to the Great Murong Dynasty of the Sea Desolation.

Murong Huang looked at the young man and nodded with a smile. His eyes were a little complicated, and then he bent down and helped him up with his own hands.

"The five great generals of the Great Murong Dynasty, the war generals really did not reduce the year!

"Your subordinates, wait for your Highness for three thousand years. See Your Highness today, die without regrets!" General Zhan stood up and responded sonorously.

"I'll take your soldiers. All brought. You'll see it when it's critical!" Murong Huang smiled. Shoulder.

"Your Highness Xie, Zhan Yun is willing to die on the battlefield again!" Zhan Yun said. Murong Huang nodded. didn't say anything more, but patted Zhan Yun on the shoulder.

Then, a group of six of them, went straight to the northwest corner of Hanji Town. There. Naturally, there is a place for Murong Huang to settle down. Three thousand years ago. Murong Huang has already laid out.

The sun is getting darker, and the night is completely enveloped in cold auspiciousness.

The southeast corner of Hanji Town, a blue stone house.

The sick boy was still sitting in the room, gently lifting the lid of the purple casserole, and his three fingertips were scattering the black powder. Such a thing, he repeated for three thousand years.

When Murong Huang and the others walked into Hanji. The sick boy slowly raised his head and looked at the entrance of the town.

This town is a qiē. In fact, you can't escape the eyes of a sick teenager. What he couldn't see through was only in Tang Ji's old store, a strange room.

In the eyes of the sick boy, the image of Murong Huang was reflected.

"A demon twin, a phantom demon body!" The sickly teenager, who had always been indifferent, couldn't help frowning slightly.

Because, more than two months ago, he had just seen a man exactly like Murong Huang on the immortal ship in his light mirror. That's the real Eternal Demon Body.

"The heir of the Demon Venerable, is he such a cunning?" the sick boy couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Things are getting more and more interesting! Old ghost of the Tang family, I see how you control a qiē, the master behind you, don't you show up yet? However, does the demon body also need a ghost coffin?" The corners of the sick boy's mouth curved slightly, and his face was mocking.

Because, in his opinion, not to mention the heirs of the Demon Venerable, even if the Demon Venerable is here, the ghost coffin is also something he must get.

Then, with a wave of one hand, the sick boy turned out to have an ancient pen in his hand. In the wisps of medicinal incense, his wrist turned, and the ancient pen swayed in the void.

"Shura Demon Continent Calendar, Ninth New Era, 6,589 years, spring. The heir of the Demon Venerable, into the cold auspicious. The four ancient stars accompany each other, sad, gratifying, and in Hanji Town, there are no waves in the ancient well, but the undercurrent is endless. The rest of the disease is getting better day by day, although I still have no memory, but there is a period of recovery!"

The handwriting of the sick boy, the pen is sharp, with absolute unwillingness and murderous aura, which can penetrate the void and penetrate ten thousand years. After writing, the sick boy sighed, and then waved his hand, and all the handwriting disappeared into the center of his eyebrows.

He did this only because he was afraid that his memory would be lost again. Except for the memories of three thousand years in Hanji Town, he did not have a clear memory of many things before.

But he remembered that Ah Xuan was his name.

In the purple casserole, the medicinal soup is boiling. Sick teenager, extinguished the fire, ready to take medicine.

On the opposite side of the courtyard is Shen Ming's courtyard.

When Murong Huang entered the town, Shen Ming naturally knew about it. However, Shen Ming couldn't see Murong Huang's essence, but she knew Murong Huang's identity.

His Royal Highness of the Great Murong Dynasty, the Great Shopkeeper of the Drunken Demon Luo!Lu Cun, Wenqu, and even the man in gray and black. Shen Ming knew who they were.

"It's too wild!" Shen Ming's eyes flashed with murderous aura. Because, Shen Yan died directly at the hands of Taihuang, and Taihuang was Amu's enemy.

All the important characters of the Taihuang Gate have been resurrected, but only the Emperor of the Taihuang Gate cannot be reborn. Because, back then, the emperor of the Taihuang Dynasty died by making a contract with the devil, and was forbidden by Amu's instant eternity and broke off reincarnation.

"In Hanji Town, will the people of the Wilderness pay the price?" Shen Ming smiled coldly, and then saw her flip with one hand, and a white light appeared, which was the Heavenly Spirit Realm Lord Token that the Water Charm gave her at the beginning.

With this order in hand, the Heavenly Spirit Realm and the Eight Heavenly Demon Divisions must be controlled by Shen Ming. At this time, Shen Ming was actually the Lord of the Heavenly Spirit Realm. Shen Ming sealed with one hand, and a fairy mang, directly hit the token.

Far away in the Demon Star Domain, on the Nine Wheels Mountain, the Eight Heavenly Demons will definitely move according to the order.

In town, Tang Kee old shop.

In the store, there was no light, and Tang Nu was alone, sitting alone in a rocking chair. In the night, his eyes were closed, but he was absolutely sleepless.

The immortal ship returned, and Ye Xingbai left, which once made Tang Nu slightly relieved. However, I didn't expect it to be less than three months. It's dusk today. There are more powerful characters who have entered Hanji Town.

Tang Nu is different from the sick boy and Shen Ming. He couldn't see the essence of Murong Huang, and he didn't know who the group of five people were.

Drunken Mora. Drunk on the Demon Continent, famous.

However, Murong Huang had never appeared in the Blood Moon before. The Star Monarch of the Taihuang is all behind the scenes, and even if it appears, it is all covered by armor. So, above the sea wilderness. Almost no one knows about their existence.

Tang Nu never had a good fortune in his life. Therefore, Murong Huang is also good. Whether it is too desolate Xingjun, Tang Nu can only see that they are good, but he doesn't know their true identity.

An extraordinary mortal, the Four Heavenly Immortals. Donnu frowned. He knows. Throughout the town, many people are saving for ghost coffins.

One more person is one more danger. Of course, there is a little more balance.

Slowly opening his eyes, Tang Nu flipped it with one hand. A simple and vicissitudes of black knife lay quietly in the palm of Tang Nu's palm, but it was only three inches long.

Tang Nu knew, as long as he shook his hand. The three-inch black knife will turn into a war knife. Billowing black fog. You don't need to use a knife to kill an enemy.

Venerable-level Divine Soldier - Dragon Ambergris Slash! That was one of Tang Nu's hole cards.

Tang Nu's eyes flashed with essence, and he secretly said in his heart: "No matter who it is, as long as it is not the original immortal, it is fine! Unless there are nine coffins, who can resist my divine soldiers?"

Immediately, Tang Nu let out a long sigh and looked at the most mysterious room in Tang Ji's old store. There is his last and greatest reliance, and it is also the source of his confidence.

"Unless there's something wrong with the Cross Seal, don't bother me!" were the words of the Venerable back then.

Now Hanji Town, the cross seal, there is no problem. Therefore, although Tang Nu was a little entangled in his heart, he didn't dare to disturb the Holy Venerable.

He understood that the ghost coffin and the Holy Venerable must be connected to each other. This is the last period of time, and if you recklessly disturb the last practice of the Holy Venerable, then it is not as simple as destroying the soul of the Dao.

Waiting, hibernating, waiting for the last bit of time! The Tang family has been guarding Hanji Town for generations, and it is almost the final consummation.

Tang Nu put away the ambergris, exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and finally stabilized his mind.

It was night, and Tang Nu was in the rocking chair, closing his eyes slightly. Shen Ming, still meditating in the house, knew that the ghost coffin was very close. The sick boy continues to take his medicine, painfully and happily with his hallucinations and past.

And Hanji Town, in a house in the northwest.

Murong Huang took Taihuang Xingjun, an old general of the dynasty, but he was willing to get drunk together. The people who are too desolate and the Murong people are all tragic and heroic.

Hanji Town, in such a dangerous calm, endured day after day.

The black and white days rotate, and the blood moon is full on the fifteenth day of each month.

In the town, there are still people coming, and there are still people watching the moon. It's just that there seem to be more monks staying in the town. The inns on Cross Street are often full.

Everyone, it seems, is waiting and looking for something. Such a calm for more than a year.

The same is true for the Southern Regions of the Blood Moon.

In the immortal town, Xiao Luo and Plum Blossom Wu'er sang about wine. It was Wu'er, the happiest time in his life.

Outside the immortal town, the Lord of the Divine Dragon Pavilion and the Star Monarch of the Giant Gate raised their glasses and drank tea together.

The river is rolling away, just like in the past.

The middle region of the blood moon, the valley of no hatred, and the city of Pingchuan, are opposite each other. Demon Capital City, Shura Palace, each safe.

That kind of calm made the entire Blood Moon Continent fall into a kind of suffocation. Everyone in it feels as if time has stood still, no longer passing.

Until one day, the Shura Demon Continent Realm, the Remnant North Star Field. The light gate of the temple of the Ten Thousand Ancients opened widely, and then it turned violently, and the ancient, atmospheric, and vicissitudes of the gods sang loudly throughout the star field.

On that day, the temple disappeared and turned into a large lake with a radius of 100 miles. One of the Seven Wonders of Shura, suddenly disappeared. This news, at the fastest speed, spread to Hanji, the northernmost part of the Blood Moon.

In the vast star field, the Demon Venerable mounted the Desolate Soul Ancient Beast and turned into a completely mature body. Spread your wings and travel thousands of miles in an instant.

On the back of the Demon Venerable's mount, dressed in green clothes, stood outstanding. The black bird and crow stood on the shoulders of the nine-fold dà perfection of the heavenly immortals. (To be continued......)

PS: Ladies and gentlemen, happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Thank you for your rewards and monthly passes, the mountains and rivers have been seen! Yesterday, I wrote a testimonial to thank you one by one, but I didn't go through the guò review, so I won't write everyone's name today. Thank you all for eating more moon cakes!