The ghost is drunk with dreams, the red light is all over the sky, and the fragrance of wine is scattered.

Venerable Divine Soldiers, each with its own peculiarities. The crystal clear wine glass is not only endlessly powerful, but also contains mysterious illusions. If you are an ordinary monk, you will lose your soul just by smelling the wine.

However, the purple-clothed male cultivator claimed to be a soulless and daoless person. At this time, purple clouds surged under his feet, and purple rays were also emitted from his body and body. At the same time, the fog covered his face, and naturally no one knew whether the purple-clothed male cultivator would be affected by illusion.

I saw that the red light was shining brightly, and the blood was like a curtain. The ghost venerable drunken dream lamp had completely covered the top of the purple-clothed male cultivator's head, a void of hundreds of zhang in radius.

And the purple-clothed male cultivator also sealed his hands again, and sighed.

"It's a pity, a venerable divine weapon!"

"Heavenly Monument! Now—" Then, the purple-clothed male cultivator's tone changed sharply, and he shouted violently. In an instant, it was a gray light. In the void, an aura of ancient vicissitudes suddenly dispersed.

In the red light of the sky, a gray light was erected.

The gray glow exuded an aura that did not belong to the Shura realm at all. It's a strange feeling. It was gloomy and gray, and it was an ominous smell of death. However, there is infinite power.

Shura Ancestor frowned, squinted his eyes, and was quite shocked in his heart. Because, at this moment, a gray tombstone about three feet high suddenly appeared in the void, floating above the head of the purple-clothed monk.

The long-term breath of vicissitudes of life was instantly diffused. That tombstone seems to last forever. Gray and swirling, like a snake. One by one, it is also like an endless wheel of time.

However, on the tombstone. There are no names and surnames, and there are no inscriptions.

At this time, such is Amu here. He must have been stunned, because he had seen such a stone tablet in the mirror image of the ancient mansion of the royal family in Shura Liuzhen.

What is slightly different is that at this time, the swirling gray light faintly constitutes an ancient seal character -- Tian! The word "Tian" gives people a sense of ancient and mysterious.

As soon as this monument came out, the ghost was drunk with the pressure of dreams. It was suppressed in an instant. The Shura Ancestor felt that his chest was dull, and the gray light in front of him was endless.

Ghost Venerable Drunken Dream Cup. Although it was a ghost venerable thing back then, since he got this cup, for tens of thousands of years, the Shura Ancestor has been nourished with his heart and soul. Now that is the destiny of the Shura Ancestor.

"Not good!" said Shura Ancestor, feeling in danger. With a thought in his mind, he wanted to take back the Venerable Divine Weapon. However, at the time of this thought.

Click-click-click

The stone tablet rushed up, and the ghost venerable drunken dream cup in the middle, the venerable-level magic weapon, was actually broken through a gap, which was really unimaginable. The red star shattered the jade, and the void scattered. Piercing the night sky again, it is like the gray brick star shower just now.

"Uh-wow-"

Shura Ancestor. His complexion changed suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly. In any case, he didn't expect that this man in purple would have such a magic weapon against the sky.

The ancestor of Shura, who has been twenty or thirty tens of thousands of years, has not been so wolf-bèi.

What kind of stele is that, and how powerful it is?

At this moment, it was not only the Shura Ancestor who was shocked, but also the Tomb Keeper of the Ages who could see the Battle of the High Heavens in the Valley of Hatred. Even, the shock of the white-eyed old man Cheng dù is even better than the Shura ancestor.

In the valley of silence, the pines and cypresses are evergreen. There are countless tombstones, but they are scattered and neatly arranged. In the distance, it can be seen that there are several tombs that are relatively large, and there are even a few floating tombs hanging in the void.

In the Valley of Silence, there are tombs and monuments. Those tombs and monuments, if they are released, will be extraordinary.

However, the white-eyed old man understands that there is absolutely no word of mouth in the Valley of Silence. It can be compared to the reputation above the heavens at this time.

The white-eyed old man has lived for countless thousands of years, and he doesn't know where the stone tablet came from.

And at this moment, in the Goodbye Void, the purple-clothed monk waved one hand. The tombstone suddenly flew up, carrying endless chaotic gray qi, directly suppressing the Shura Ancestor.

Even if it is an original immortal, it is not invincible. Not to mention, at this time, the Shura Ancestor was already damaged in his soul. The coercion of the stone tablet, gray and clear, under the urging of the purple-clothed monk, was able to completely imprison the Shura Ancestor.

Even if you have thousands of Dao Methods, you can't do it at this time.

"My life is at rest!" said the Shura Ancestor secretly in his heart. This is a situation that he absolutely did not expect when he left Cangwu Tower. On the Blood Moon Continent, even if it is the white eyebrows and immortals, it is impossible to kill him.

If you want to kill him, the entire Shura Realm, unless it is a figure from the legend of the Zhongyun Star Domain. However, the Shura Ancestor understood that this purple-clothed monk was definitely not a guest of the clouds, and he was definitely not a person from the Shura Realm of the Demon Continent.

What is the situation of the Youfu Palace, the Netherworld, and the Shura Ancestor is no longer able to judge.

"Shura Ancestor, reincarnation!" the purple-clothed monk said in a flat tone. Because, he knew that as long as this tombstone came out, the Shura Ancestor could only choose to fall.

Even if there is a Venerable Divine Weapon in hand, it is impossible for the Shura Ancestor to compete with it.

The white-eyed old man in the valley of silence saw a qiē clearly. Bai frowned, and sighed, he would not look at the Shura Ancestor and fall like this.

I saw that the white-eyed old man, with a shake of his hand, was a black and white light, like a dragon, straight into the sky. The white-eyed old man can't leave the valley, but of course that breath can.

The black and white light, like lightning, broke through the sky. It's just that this black and white light is not the gray stone tablet, but the purple-clothed monk.

The old man with white eyebrows can only do this. Because, no matter how powerful the white eyebrow old man's light is, it is impossible to surpass the Venerable Divine Soldier.

"Huh?" The purple-clothed monk, stepping on the purple clouds at this time, suddenly saw a black and white light flying below, extremely fast.

"Nether Light!" the purple-clothed monk shook his body and changed his tone slightly.

The three realms complement each other and restrain each other.

That black and white aura is extremely special. Perhaps, for ordinary monks, it is just a primordial immortal-level power.

However, for the purple-clothed friar, it is the most fatal kind of existence. The Nether Light is the nemesis that suppresses all kinds of ghosts and ghosts in the Netherworld.

Unless you have completed reincarnation, you will have a physical body and become a complete human being. For example, the Seven Star Monarchs of Drunken Demon Luo. However, any star monarch. It's not worth the white-eyed old man's shot, and there is no need for the light of the netherworld.

Climb out of the immortal tomb! The purple-clothed monk just wanted to complete a special mission. He. Not a living person in the true sense of the word.

In the Shura realm, there will be a netherworld light. This is also something that the purple-clothed monk did not expect at all.

The purple-clothed monk will never dare to shake it. Otherwise, under the light of the Netherworld, he would be wiped out directly. At this moment, he can only think about it.

The magical tombstone that flew towards the ancestor of Shura. Suddenly flew back upside down.

Sneer-poof-

The light of the underworld is right in the middle of the tombstone. However, there was no strong surge. There is no energy like a wave. Only, the sneering sound. The ghostly light dissolved directly into the gray tombstone.

"Sure enough, it's against the sky!" the white-eyed old man sighed.

"Who's in the Nether?" Head hanging stone stele. With a cold voice, it was really like an immortal asking Fan.

"Demon Continent Shura people!" The white-eyed old man said lightly, "Your Excellency, since you are a ghost who has left the Netherworld without permission, how dare you break into my Shura Realm and hurt my strong person?

"Leaving the Netherworld?" the purple-clothed monk listened to the white-eyed old man's words. I couldn't help but sneer, "It's just a nether." How can you restrain me?"

At this time, the purple-clothed monk looked down at the middle of the Blood Moon. Already, I saw the white-eyed old man in the Valley of Silence.

"Are you the Tomb Keeper of the Ages?" there was a faint fluctuation in the purple-clothed monk's tone.

"How is it?" replied the white-eyed old man in the air.

The purple-clothed monk was silent for a long time before he said: "You guard your tomb, and I will kill my people! Otherwise, the heavenly monument will fall and the demons will dance wildly, which is definitely not what you want!"

"Hehe!" the white-eyed old man sneered, "It's not that I look down on you, if you dare to leave that stone tablet in my cemetery, the old man, I will serve you as the lord." If you don't dare, don't be alarmist.

"Those who come from the UFO Hall will return to the UFO Palace. Crawl out of the immortal tomb and climb back again. Blood North Hanji is lively, don't be a dog blocking the road!" The words of the white-eyed old man were quite polite.

However, as the white-eyed old man said, the purple-clothed monk would never dare to leave the stone tablet on that cemetery. However, the words of the white-eyed old man almost stimulated the purple-clothed monk.

"The dog that stands in the way?" the purple-clothed monk couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh when he heard this, and then said coldly, "The tomb keeper, don't you look down on dogs too?

"Today, I will kill him first, and then I will destroy you!" The purple-clothed monk, before his words fell, he had already sacrificed the great art of lore.

This time, the purple-clothed monk did not use the stele. Because, no matter what, the ghostly light of the white-eyed old man is definitely the existence of his scruples.

The purple-clothed monk danced with his hands, and the purple qi of the wheel dispersed. Goodbye, in the void, suddenly shining, endless sword light, suddenly appeared.

For a while, the heavens and the earth were clear! I don't know how many sword rays, each more than ten zhang, and the tails of the mangs were endless, surrounding the purple-clothed monk, flying around.

The light, dazzling. That sword, relying on the sky!

Shura Ancestor is not a person of eternity, and his insight is far inferior to that of Bai Mei. I only feel that this great technique has a myriad of weather, and it faintly has the appearance of a king.

And the white-eyed old man, when he saw this technique, suddenly changed color.

"Tianzhou is immeasurable, the sword of King Mu! You are from Tianzhou, surnamed Mu-" The white-eyed old man blurted out. And at this time, he also understood why this man in purple wanted to block the path of Shura Ancestor.

Because, in Hanji Town, there is a white-clothed immortal hall master named Mu Baizun. However, the UFO Palace, the Immortal Tomb, the Netherworld, and the Heavenly Continent, all of which are combined together, make Bai Mei puzzled.

However, at this moment, no one is allowed to think too much. The sword of the purple-clothed monk is many times better than Mu Baizun.

The white-eyed old man, with a shake of one hand, is a magic weapon flying out. He can't go out of the valley, so he can only help the Shura Ancestor in this way. However, he also knew that the sword of King Mu was the supreme sword technique of the Three Realms.

In the vast night sky, the sword is like a star. And the Shura Ancestor, there is no escape, only one fight.

It's just that his heart and soul have been injured, and he casts the spell with all his might, and the power of the original immortal is also lost in the Tianzhou sword. On the form, the ancestor of Shura will definitely die.

Quietly, a cold whisper, half a long sigh. In the night of the sword, it was like a dream.

"Mu family, since you are dead, why do you want to come again?"

At the same time, a phoenix roared straight into the nine skies. In the night sky, the seven-colored divine light spread out in an instant, covering everything. (To be continued......)