Molang, the god of the sea.

In order to cultivate the three lives of immortals and demons, and go straight to the path of the Venerable, Shenlang plunged into the six reincarnations, from immortals to demons, and was reincarnated as a demon continent. After 300,000 years of experience in the Demon Continent, the Demon Lang realized and practiced, and was invincible.

Demon Langjun, undefeated in his life. A sword is clear, and the green light is like water. Mo Lang is even regarded as the first person in Shura Demon Continent in thousands of years.

It is no secret that Amu is the descendant of the Demon Lang, as if he is carrying a demon coffin, almost everyone knows it.

Mu Baizun, the master of the Immortal Killing Palace, is definitely not an ordinary monk, he dares to shoot a sword at Amu, naturally he has his reason, and he also has his capital confidence.

However, when the words "Mu Baizun, have you lived a little long?Forgot who the demon lang is?" resounded throughout the void, Mu Baizun's expression was still grim, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

In the entire Shura realm, as far as he knew, there would be no more than one palm of people who dared to speak to him like this. Hearing that voice, the corners of Amu's mouth curved slightly, and he smiled knowingly.

In the Goodbye Void, a gray light manifested in human form. An old man in a gray robe, carrying a broken package, was stepping on the void, and his face was slightly dusty on the road.

Draw the soul of the old man!

Many of the monks present knew him. Because, in the first battle of the Cold Plains in the Blood North, the old man who painted the soul once appeared, and there were two realms in one sword town. For countless thousands of years, it was the first time that a primordial immortal-level monk made a move in the Shura Realm, and he was spared a catastrophe in the Blood North.

As soon as the old man appeared with a painted soul, everyone had different expressions.

Drunken Demon Luo, Murong Huang and the others naturally didn't want to see him. Because, the old man who painted the soul once helped Amu clearly. It's hard to say it secretly.

Isn't it unusual for such a help to suddenly appear?

The body of Hanji Tangnu. Then he leaned back again, and was already completely leaning against the completely dim blood coffin, as if the blood coffin could bring him strength.

The Venerable Divine Soldier was slashed by the dragon and was tightly held in his hand by Tang Nu. At this point, it seemed to be his life-saving straw.

The shopkeeper of the inn was even more nervous than Tang Nu, and his face was even a little blue. The abacus in his hand. The abacus was messy, but it was silent and quite weird.

Thousands of abacus. I can't guess the fate of this innkeeper for a while.

The sick boy was still standing in the courtyard and saw the old man painting the soul. But it was a sneer.

"Old Shadow Bird. You're a long-lived man. The seal has been sealed for countless thousands of years, and you didn't die, but you were blessed by misfortune, and you broke the seal?

"Yin Soul Bird King!" the black gauze woman frowned slightly. This primordial immortal was within her consideration, but it seemed to have come a little early.

At this time, Mu Baizun looked at the old man who painted the soul, but he didn't have too many surprised looks. It is clear that the old man who paints the soul is among his so-called palms.

However, the old man who painted the soul appeared. That Mu Baizun still accepted the sword light in his hand.

"Mu Baizun, I've seen the predecessors of the painting soul!" Mu Baizun arched his hand slightly, his tone was polite, and his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hehe!" The old man looked at Mu Baizun and sneered, "It's rare that you can still call me a senior!

"The seniors are polite! Looking at the entire Shura world, who doesn't respect the seniors for three points? Who doesn't know the past demeanor of the seniors?" Mu Baizun smiled faintly.

"Oh, if that's the case, then you, the master of the Immortal Killing Palace, leave tonight! Don't wade into this cold and muddy water, the water here is too deep. My old man, I don't want to embarrass you!" The old man who painted the soul said very calmly.

"Hehe!" Mu Baizun stood up, his white clothes moved lightly, but his expression did not change, and he smiled, "Senior, is it a little too light." Mu Mou left today, how will he gain a foothold in Shura in the future?"

"The revenge of killing a son, don't you share the sky?" The old man who painted the soul couldn't help but look up to the sky and sneered, "Mu Baizun, are you a three-year-old child when you are an old man? You have a son? Hahaha, what a joke!"

The old man who painted the soul, as soon as these words came out. Everyone present was stunned, what do you mean by this? Some of them thought that this Mu Baizun would not be a eunuch, right?

"Huh?" Mu Baizun's face also changed slightly, and then he quickly calmed down and said with a sneer, "Senior, let's talk about it, why can't I have a son?"

"If you only talk about swords-" The old man who painted the soul snorted coldly, looked at Mu Baizun, and then paused, "Unless the demon lang reappears and clears the stream with a sword, you are definitely the first person in the Shura realm!"

"Thank you seniors for your kind words!" Mu Baizun smiled slightly. He was extremely confident in his sword.

"You are an absolute sword cultivator!" the old man squinted, still looking at Mu Baizun, "You use your sword to enlighten the Tao, and you use your sword to pass through immortals." In this life, you are also a sword, and a sword is also a person. Cut off seven feelings, break six desires, only the sword in the heart, can be achieved today. The sword is one, and the wave of the hand is the sword. How can a man like you marry a wife and have children? If you say that you have a son, it is also a sword in your hand, and nothing else!"

The words of the old man who painted the soul made everyone present feel a slight shock in their hearts. Within the Three Realms, there are still such ascetic sword cultivators.

After hearing this, Mu Baizun looked at the old man who painted the soul, and seemed to be smiling.

"The younger master respects Zeng Yun, one qiē can't, all things are channeled. What the predecessors said is not bad at all! Mu is a sword in his life, and he wants nothing else. That killing god is just my adopted son!"

One qiē can't, all things channel!

Hearing these eight words, Amu couldn't help but move in his heart. Because, he had heard this phrase when he was a monk at the beginning. That sentence once came from the mouth of the Qianzang Zhenren of the Northern Cold Sect of the Sea Wilderness.

"Don't say anything about adopted sons!" Painted Soul shook his head and said, "That poor young man is just a container for you to nourish the Blood Desire Shura!

Practicing Lust Blood Shura for Sword Qi? The people present gasped again. If it does, what kind of sword qi will it be?

Mu Baizun smiled, a different color flashed in his eyes, and the expression on his face was still the same.

"Senior, there is no need to say more! It doesn't matter if it's an adopted son or a container! Now, he has finally been killed. If I want blood Shura, I am no longer in the Shura realm, so I naturally want to seek justice!"

"Justice?" the old man couldn't help but sneer, "Justice." They all belong to the strong! Who would dare to move this young man?"

"Molang, it's been hundreds of thousands of years since he disappeared! On the horizon, it's useless. Mu Baizun looked at the old man with deep meaning, "Moreover, the demon lang has beaten all the invincible opponents of Shura, but the juniors are not among them!"

"Not among them?" said the old man disdainfully, "You are not worthy of the Demon Lang's attack." Moreover, you are not a Shura at all!"

"The seniors knew. That's a lot!" Mu Zun's white hair on his temples swayed slightly. Obviously, his heart is no longer as calm as he was.

Not the Shura. This is Mu Zunbai's secret. Although he has been in Shura for more than 100,000 years, he is really not a Shura.

"Regardless, the Devil is not here. This teenager. You can't even move!" The old man didn't dwell on it anymore and said directly.

"What's the matter? He is not only the descendant of the Demon Lang, but also the descendant of the senior? Mu Baizun sneered.

"You're wrong!" The old man who painted the soul looked at Mu Baizun, smiled coldly, and said slowly, "It's not that he is my heir. Rather, I should say, I am his servant!"

Wow -

Time. The audience shook, and everyone changed color.

Servant!

Murong Huang and the others frowned instantly. The black gauze girl is also a beautiful pick. The Demon Servant of the Sea Desolation, that was the power that shook the entire Shenzhou world.

Broken army, with a complicated complexion. Because, back then, he died at the hands of the first demon servant of the Sea Wilderness, the Blue Devil. And the blue devil let him dream back to 10,000 years, so that he can be reincarnated without regrets.

It's a pity that Po Jun finally chose to make a wedding dress for the demon.

No one thought that in the Shura realm, there are also demon servants!

At this time, even Amu's face also flashed with a strange look. The Demon Lang Order has always been in the hands of the Blue Devil. Amu's heart shook slightly.

How much help did Master leave for himself? And at this time, the ghost coffin had appeared, why did Master Wang never see a trace?

Servant!

Mu Baizun's face also changed slightly. The old man who painted the soul turned out to be a legendary demon servant, such a situation was something that Mu Baizun had never imagined anyway.

The demon servant is naturally on the side of the heirs of the demon lang, there is no doubt about it. Moreover, this is not only a question of the combat power of the old man who painted the soul, but also a question of how many primordial immortals there are behind Amu.

"Things, interesting!" the sick boy also smiled coldly, and then glanced at the two coffins in the void and behind Tang Nu.

"You're not my opponent! I'll give you a chance to choose!" The old man who painted the soul looked at Mu Baizun and straightened up slightly, which was a warning.

A single immortal talisman can destroy the nine heavens and immortals. The old man who painted the soul was indeed qualified to talk to Mu Baizun like this.

Mu Baizun stood calmly and did not speak, just looked at the painting soul. The wind blew the corners of his white clothes and the long hair on his temples.

Kill the master of the Immortal Palace, the first person to kill Shura!

However, the painting soul is the original immortal double dà consummation!

Mu Baizun was able to see the realm of the old man who painted the soul clearly in the realm of the void plain. However, he also knew that that was already the limit of the old man who painted the soul.

Theoretically, Mu Baizun is definitely not the opponent of the old man who paints the soul. Because, after all, he is not an original immortal. Promoted to the original immortal, the gap between each realm is far better than the other realms.

There is a big difference, and there is a chasm.

However, Mu Baizun still has the capital of self-confidence. His sword, Shura is invincible. Moreover, he is not a Shura, he is from the Immeasurable Heavenly Continent.

His body is covered with the blood of Tianzhou.

He knew that no matter whether he won or lost, he was qualified to make a sword. Even, he felt that the painting soul who knew many secrets of the Three Realms would never kill him, or dare not kill him.

Because, he is from Tianzhou. Because, his surname is Mu. Therefore, Mu Baizun moved.

However, this sword is not a white light, but the whole person, all turned into a sword!

That sword stood between heaven and earth! Endless murderous aura spread.

The old man who painted the soul couldn't help but sigh - is the blood of Tianzhou forever arrogant?

However, at this time, there was already a talisman in the hands of the old man who painted the soul, and at the same time, a cloud of black gas hovered above the head of the old man who painted the soul like wings that had not been spread for ten thousand years.

The Yin Soul Bird King is definitely one of the oldest beings in the Shura realm.

At this time, the battle on the Blood South Continent was still stalemate. Countless souls of Shura crawled all over the Blood South Void.

It's just that Xiao Luo is standing in Immortal Town, his eyes are a little hollow, and the black whirlpools at the center of his eyebrows are endless. Plum blossom Wu'er is even more dazed. The immortal old man, I don't know when, is no longer in the dilapidated mansion. (To be continued......)