Shura Ancestor, halfway back. The blood north is cold, and the killing intent is still the same. It's just that Guo Jia and the others have lost the strong reinforcements of the original immortal level. The ghost coffin, for them, is already out of reach.

Hanji Void, killing the immortal hall master Mu Baizun, the human sword is one, and the real person is transformed into a sword. The dazzling white light goes straight to the soul of the painting. That sword is definitely the ultimate interpretation of swordsmanship.

The old man who painted the soul, the realm was above Mu Baizun, and the immortal talisman in his hand was even more invincible. However, he didn't dare to hold up this sword. Behind him, the black feather nature of the Yin Soul Bird King was already revealed.

"Go!" The old man who painted the soul shook his hand, and it was an extreme immortal talisman. The painting soul once used the Nine Immortal Talismans to suppress the Demon Coffin and the Blood Desire Shura. Needless to say, it's powerful.

However, now that this first rune came out, although the immortal power was full of the sky and the momentum was good, it did not block Mu Baizun's sword, or Mu Baizun.

That Mu Baizun's sword light broke through the immortal talisman and sneered. In the void, the streamers are scattered, and the sky is full of light.

It is worthy of being the first sword of Shura! Many monks watching the battle were all shocked.

Amu knew the power of painting soul immortal talismans, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Mu Baizun's sword is really extraordinary. Killing the master of the Immortal Hall is by no means a waste of fame.

If Amu is against the enemy, I'm afraid it will take a little more trouble. Even if you don't use the second coffin of the demon god, you have to use the ultimate spell to deal with it......

At this time, a talisman was broken, but the old man who painted the soul was not frightened, but frowned slightly.

"In that case, Mu Baizun, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!" Goodbye, the top of the head of the painting soul, the black wings that have not been spread for thousands of years. Dance in an instant.

The Shadow Bird King, no matter what else it is, is not a million years old. You can't get into a human shape at all. Painting the soul can be regarded as the ancestor of the Yin Soul Bird, if it is not sealed for countless thousands of years, the cultivation will be even better.

As soon as the black wings spread, it was endless immortal power, and the old man who painted the soul was sealed at the same time. In the void, there are four immortal runes. Suddenly, it appeared, swirling and flying, and the glory was displayed.

"Four Domains! Seal!" this time. The painting soul shouted violently, and the endless power of the original immortal turned into a whirlpool, heading straight for Mu Baizun's sword light.

At this time. Mu Baizun. Man is the sword, and the sword is also man. Even if he heard the old man's trick of painting souls, he wouldn't be able to collect the sword, nor would he be able to collect the sword.

Boom -

The four immortal runes, the power of the original immortals, are each turned into lines, connected from end to end. Just enough to be a diamond. The pair of Yin Soul Bird Wings swept up an endless black wind. Trap the diamond-shaped seal in between.

All the power gathered in one place, and locked Mu Baizun's sword light to death.

"Town!" the old man painted the soul, and the seal in his hand changed again.

Goodbye, that sword light, like a trapped beast in a cage, slammed left and right, and could not come out. And the power of painting soul immortal talismans is endless. The black wind hunts like cirrus clouds.

Mu Baizun's sword gradually dimmed, and finally turned into his true body again.

"Wow-" Mu Baizun suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, blood stained his heart, and his face turned pale in an instant. However, the power of the immortal talisman of the old man who painted the soul was still shining, and there was no slackness.

Mu Baizun, the master of the Immortal Palace, killed countless people. Not to mention that at this time, just being injured or dead, he may put people to death.

With the sleeve of his robe, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a touch of ruthlessness flashed on Mu Baizun's face.

"Yin Soul Bird King, as expected, his name is well deserved, Mu Mou is willing to bow down!"

"Oh, hehe!" the old man sneered, "Tianzhou people, always arrogant. Today, it is not easy to get your word. It's a pity that you haven't cultivated the Sword of King Mu yet, otherwise you may not be able to trap you if you are old!"

Mu Baizun sneered and said, "Time doesn't treat people, otherwise give me another thousand years, and I can kill you!"

"A thousand years?" "A thousand years?" the old man who painted the soul suddenly smiled, and then said abruptly, "It's just a thousand years, but it's just a snap of a finger!"

"However, today, you don't dare to kill me!" Mu Baizun changed his words and sneered faintly.

"Because, your surname is Mu, because, you are from Tianzhou?" The old man who painted the soul looked at Mu Baizun, and seemed to be smiling.

"Yes, because, I am the Tianzhou Mu family!" Mu Baizun stood proudly. Although the white clothes were stained with blood and his face was pale, he couldn't hide the arrogance of that body.

The old man who painted the soul, his eyes narrowed slightly, flashed a trace of murderous intent, and the seal in his hand almost changed, but in the end it gradually faded.

The Heavenly Continent is immeasurable! Those are the two worlds of the sea wilderness and the Shura, and the existence that needs to be looked up to.

Tianzhou Mu family, that is the first swordsmanship family in the Three Realms, the original immortals are numerous, and there are countless capable people. That's definitely an old man who paints his soul, doesn't want to touch it, and even, it can be said that he doesn't dare to touch it.

"Tianzhou Mu family, it is indeed your talisman!" "The old man who painted the soul said helplessly, "Today, I won't kill you." However, you don't respect the Molang, I'm going to leave one of your arms!

"Hmph!" Mu Baizun snorted lightly, without words.

The old man who painted the soul flashed with a touch of murderous intent in his eyes, and then he waved his one hand. The four sigils and the black wind contracted instantly.

"Hmm, wow-" Mu Baizun suddenly felt that the endless strength around him was like a tide, and he wanted to drown himself in an instant. It was a feeling of being on the verge of death.

However, after Mu Baizun squirted a mouthful of blood, he was sanity.

"Whew-"

The wind was like a knife, and a black wind directly cut off Mu Baizun's left arm. The slightest black glow directly sealed the wound, and there was no blood at all.

However, Mu Baizun's face changed slightly, because it was the power of the original immortal, and it could not be automatically restored. From then on, he was a one-armed man.

"Today's gift, Mu Mou will not die, and he will be rewarded!" Mu Baizun popped out this sentence between his teeth.

"Hehe! If you don't die, the old man will be waiting for you at any time!" said the old man with a painted soul, and then waved his hand. The immortal talisman was scattered, and the black wind was gone.

However, at this moment, a rather calm voice suddenly came from the void.

"Why don't you kill him?"

"Huh?" As soon as this voice came out, there were several people in the field, and their faces changed greatly. Because, that voice, they are all too familiar. Amu, Pojun, Murong Huang and others all looked different.

"Blue Devil?" Amu was moved, and he hurriedly turned his head to look.

Sure enough, in the void. A figure gradually manifested. The white clothes are the same as before, and the face has not changed. There is no wave in his eyes, it is the blue devil.

The first demon servant of the sea wilderness, the green devil, is always light and light.

"Servant Blue Devil, worship the master! For more than 3,000 years, the sun and the moon of Shura, although I have exhausted myself. But it is not destroyed and it is too wild, and it is degrading to the master's mission!"

The blue devil's body moved, and he was already in front of Amu. At the same time, he wanted to fall down on one knee. However, how could Amu let the Blue Devil kneel? In Amu's mind, probably only Master Wang Jue could make such an amazing and brilliant figure as the Blue Devil kneel.

"Blue Devil, don't be polite!" Amu's tone was a little excited. Hold the Blue Devil with both hands. "Three hundred years of sea famine, thousands of years of Shura, don't come unharmed, enough to comfort my heart!"

"Thank you, master!" the Blue Devil and Amu smiled at each other. A lot of words, not to say, because, they are all the same people.

Immediately, the Blue Devil turned to look at the Old Man Painting Soul and Mu Baizun.

"Blue Devil?" the old man looked at the Blue Devil. The look in his eyes was slightly gloomy, "It's been a long time!"

"It's been a long time!" the Blue Devil smiled faintly. In the tone, there is also a hint of emotion.

"You are the head of the Broken Xuantian Pavilion?" the painting soul smiled bitterly.

"That's good!

"Laughing, who would dare to laugh at the Blue Devil except for the Demon Lang?" the old man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The conversation between the two people was very strange, and Amu was a little confused.

At this time, the Blue Devil looked at the injured Mu Baizun, but said to the old man who painted the soul: "Why don't you kill him?"

"He is a member of the Tianzhou Mu family. The painting soul looked at the blue devil helplessly, and the look in his eyes was a look that you should understand.

"Tianzhou, Mu family?" the blue devil couldn't help frowning, and then looked at the old man who painted the soul, but smiled slightly, "His name is Mu Qingcheng?"

"Huh?" When the old man heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Because, Mu Chengcheng is the head of the Mu family in Tianzhou, and it is said that he has entered the realm of eternity, and he is the absolute top figure of the Three Realms. Tianzhou Mu family, the three realms of shock, is because of Mu Chengcheng.

"My name is Mu Baizun! The name of the head of the Mu family is also what you can say casually?" Mu Baizun's expression was cold, and he looked at the Blue Devil with an unkind look.

The legendary pavilion master of the Xuantian Pavilion, who is as famous as himself, turned out to be only the fourfold consummation of the Heavenly Immortals. Suddenly, it was an insult to make Mu Baizun feel a little disdainful, and even feel that he was on the same level as a character in such a realm.

At this time, Mu Baizun expected that he was seriously injured, and it was estimated that he had the strength to destroy the other party.

"Hehe!" The Blue Devil seemed to see Mu Baizun's thoughts, and smiled faintly, "Oh! It turns out that you are not Mu Qingcheng?"

The old man who painted the soul looked stunned at this time, because he had already sensed that the tone of the Blue Devil was not good. Mu Baizun also raised his eyebrows, feeling a little strange.

"Sue you, even Mu Chengcheng is here, and I will kill you today!" The green devil's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then there was a white light.

No one can see the movements of the blue devil clearly, even the closest painting soul, all of them are in a trance. Because, the speed of the Blue Devil is too fast.

Is this the Heavenly Immortal Quadruple Realm? Amu was stunned for a while. That's the Blue Devil who can never see through!

However, everyone saw Mu Baizun's frightened eyes.

"You-you-" Mu Baizun must not be blind, because no matter what, he didn't understand how the other party killed him.

It was just a light, and then he felt his soul go away.

"Hopefully, this is not your third soul of Tianzhou!" the corners of the Blue Devil's mouth curved slightly, "Remember, there is a sky outside the sky, and there is a demon on the devil!"

At this moment, the entire void in the Blood North was quiet. The immortal powers present were all shocked. Break the Xuantian Pavilion Pavilion Master and kill the Immortal Hall Master.

Killing the Immortal Hall Master, Tianzhou Bloodline, Mu Baizun! In an instant, it turned into a white light, directly crossing the blood moon sky, which was like the most brilliant star, and then disappeared without a trace.

The old man who painted the soul was stunned in the void, looking at the stars without a trace, speechless for a long time.

"The soul is gone. Blue Devil, it seems that it is really his third soul. You really killed him!"

"How is it? Kill and kill! Don't kill? How can you use the demon as a number?" In the eyes of the blue devil, Mu Baizun's scattered soul was reflected.

The green devil stood with his hands in his hands, and the clouds were light and the wind was light.

"I'm not as good as you!" said the old man with a long sigh.

Everyone, silently. You must know that the soul painting old man who could make the nine coffins of Xianfu Town just now did not dare to kill Mu Baizun.

Hanji Town, the only surviving ancient mansion.

The sick young man, looking at the blue devil, actually nodded incessantly, and exclaimed: "Tianzhou people, there is no reincarnation." The blue devil dared to kill the third soul of the Mu family. Sure enough, there is a sky outside the sky, and there is a demon in the devil. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and I admire it!" (to be continued......)