In the bloody northern continent, the north wind is tight, and the snow is thick.

Looking from afar, the mountains are faint, and there is no trace of thousands of paths. With a huge wind and snow, mortals would not normally appear in such an empty realm. If it is a monk, it is natural to resist the wind and sword, and it is thousands of miles long.

But at this time, in the vast world, there were five people, stepping on broken Qiong babbling, facing the wind and snow, slowly walking north.

The five men, led by a man dressed in a black robe and covered with a large coat. The man's face was the same as Xiao Luo, handsome and weird, delicate as a demon.

Murong Huang, His Royal Highness of the Great Murong Dynasty of the Sea Desolation Divine Realm, the man who is exactly the same as Xiao Luo. This was the first time he had walked on the Blood Moon Continent.

No one knows how he got to the Shura Demon Continent Realm back then? Because, when the Burial Ancient Gate was opened, Murong Huang was not seen at all.

Mortals, still mortals! However, Xiao Luo lived for many years. Within the Three Realms, there are few people who know Murong Huang's secret.

Now, Murong Huang has not changed from the beginning, and his face is still pale. His face is definitely not as good as Xiao Luo.

On Murong Huang's side, there were a total of four people. Murong Huang may be a mortal, but these four followers are not a layman. Four monks, four heavenly immortals.

On Murong Huang's right hand side was a fat man in brocade clothes. The fat man, with a rich and blessed face, a kind complexion, and endless shrewdness and ability in his eyes. What catches people's attention is a green jade wrench on the thumb, which is faintly radiant in the wind and snow.

This rich fat man, if he walks in the Shura world. It's enough to make the entire Demon Continent shake. Because, he is the second shopkeeper of the famous drunken Moluo.

Drunken Moluo, drunk on the Demon Continent. The Valley of Hatred, one of the three major immortal gates of the Blood Moon. Five hundred years ago, the vitality was greatly damaged. This is the other, and now the reputation of Drunken Moluo has a faint tendency to cover it.

However, on the Shura Demon Continent, absolutely few people know about it.

The second shopkeeper of Drunken Demon Luo was in the sea wilderness world back then. Playing with the entire Qingyuan Yun family's Qiē in the applause of the Taihuang Gate Lu Cun Xingjun.

Lu Cun Xingjun's methods are by no means ordinary, otherwise how could he be in charge of the entire Drunken Demon Luo Empire?

Heavenly Immortal Triple Realm!

This realm. It's definitely not the realm that the second shopkeeper of the drunken demon Luo shows on weekdays. On weekdays, Lu Cun Xingjun is very low-key, in order to hide people's eyes. has been suppressing his own realm in the True Immortal Ninefold.

And Murong Huang's left hand side. He was a middle-aged scribe with one arm. Dressed in a green shirt, in the wind and snow, it looks thin. However, there was not a trace of wind and snow that could fall on him.

If Amu were here at this time, he would have sighed for a long time. Because, two lives are human. The middle-aged scribe is the Taihuang Wenqu. Wen Muran.

Wen Muran is still deep-sighted and has a detached temperament. It's just that there are some inexplicable worries in his eyes. Wisdom is like the sea, but today's Wenqu Xingjun doesn't seem to be able to see the future clearly.

The Great Perfection of the Heavenly Immortal Double Realm!

The Seven Star Monarchs of the Taihuang Wilderness, the day of death is different, and there is also a sequence of returning from the Netherworld. Today's cultivation is different. Wen Muran, only before the breaking of the army, three thousand years ago, was in the bitter cold city of the blood north.

Back then, he was the one standing on the high mountain of the blood north, wearing armor and a red coat. He witnessed the world war between Amu and the Killing God, and the sword of the old man who painted the soul.

Two hundred years ago, Wen Muran finally took off the armor cage, but he didn't completely take off the shackles of his heart. Wen Muran, who had experienced the era of the sea famine, was completely different from those Xingjun who died early.

And Murong Huang, the two people behind him, one in a gray robe and the other in a black robe. It's just that both of them wore big hats, which completely covered their faces.

The aura realm on those two bodies is far superior to Lu Cun and Wenqu. The two monks exuded endless murderous aura and battle intent. If Murong Huang is still His Royal Highness, then Lu Cun and Wenqu are civil officials, and the latter two are military generals.

They are like axes and swords ready to strike at any time!

These five people walked silently, stepping on the snow, but they were silent. It's just that if there is an original immortal at this time, he will definitely be able to see some signs of abnormality.

The heavy snow seemed to be flying with the five people moving forward, and in the heavy snow, there were faint wisps of black gas. That's not normal blood. There seemed to be something hidden in the snow.

"Ahem-ahem-"

And at this moment, Murong Huang suddenly coughed a few times. Lu Cun and Wen Qu frowned almost at the same time, because Murong Huang rarely coughed now.

Wen Muran, the last voice he wants to hear is this cough. Because he knew what kind of pain it was.

After more than 3,000 years of retreat, Murong Huang's stubborn illness seems to be getting better. Fortunately, this time, Murong Huang did not cough for a long time, but stopped for a moment.

"It's okay!" Murong Huang knew that the two of them were worried, and then looked at Wen Muran and said, "Back then, Xiao Luo coughed. Sir, you must be worried, right?".

With a "sir", you can know the weight of Wen Muran in Murong Huang's heart. Because among the Seven Star Monarchs of the Taihuang Wilderness, only Wen Muran has such qualifications.

"Young Master Xiao's suffering is less than that of His Royal Highness!Because, after all, I am here! Your Highness, I have to bear more!" Wen Muran seemed to feel guilty in his words.

"Hehe!" Murong Huang smiled, "Xiao Luo, the tenth reincarnation, how can there be less suffering?

Wen Muran smiled faintly and didn't say anything more. Murong is barren and depressed, and sometimes even he will have a trace of trance. Are they one person, or two people?

Then, Wen Muran would smile bitterly in his heart, because he knew the answer. It's just that sometimes it's hard for him to tell the difference.

"Big shopkeeper, do you want to take a break!" Lu Cun Xingjun said with concern, he was still used to this title.

Murong Huang raised his eyes and looked at the heavy snow. Regardless of whether Murong Huang was a mortal or not, but at this time, there was absolutely no wind and snow that fell on him.

The four heavenly immortals are beside them, why did the snow fall into it?

"No need!" Murong Huang shook his head, then smiled faintly, "Shura Snow Scene." It's so beautiful. How can I stop?"

Lu Cun Xingjun smiled bitterly, and finally muttered: "The big shopkeeper, the subordinates are unknown. This last ten thousand miles. Why do we have to walk, otherwise, we have already arrived in Hanji! If there is anything abnormal, we can also respond. ”

Murong Huang smiled and did not directly answer Lu Cun Xingjun's question, but looked at Wen Muran.

"Mr. Wen, do you know why?"

Wen Muran smiled faintly. Then he also looked at the snow scene, and said abruptly: "I remember that Young Master Xiao had a grand wish. said that if you go to Shura, you must walk on the Demon Continent Continent and appreciate the spirit of the Demon Venerable. Because, Shura Demon Continent Realm. It is the source of the demonic body. Being a demon. It's the Shura. Now that Young Master Xiao can't come, if His Highness doesn't take the Shura Road, how can his state of mind be consummated in the future?"

"Haha!" Murong Huang laughed, "It is worthy of my Wenqu Xingjun, I know my heart well!"

Then, Murong Huang looked at the north and sighed: "Entering the Shura realm, three thousand seven hundred years. But. Xiao Luo and I both practiced. I haven't looked at the world carefully. Let's go to Hanji, whether it succeeds or not. I'm afraid that neither he nor I will have the opportunity to go to the Shura Realm again! Therefore, I must have no regrets and let me and his state of mind be complete!"

The road of his hometown, the snow of his hometown! Murong Huang's eyes reflected the heavy snow. He wants to bring this feeling back to the sea wilderness.

"Shopkeeper, as soon as the matter of Hanji is over, are we going back to the sea wilderness?" Lu Cun Xingjun said.

"No accidents, of course it is!" Murong Huang's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, "Don't forget, our every qi is for Tai Huang!"

Murong Huang said, almost instinctively, turning around the quaint ring on his left hand. Inside the ring, there are hundreds of millions of souls of the Murong Empire.

"Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture is the junction of the Three Realms! Purple Ghost City is bound to disappear within the Three Realms! Demon Venerable is still calling us with hatred!" The corners of Murong Huang's mouth curved slightly, and absolute cruelty and tenacity flashed in his eyes.

Listening to Murong Huang's words, a hint of strange color flashed in Wen Muran's eyes.

Murong Huang seemed to sense Wen Muran's state of mind, and said with a smile: "Sir, don't worry, no matter who Xiao Luo and I are, we are all too desolate blood! I won't let you have regrets in your heart, and I won't let any person who is too desolate have regrets!"

Wen Muran sighed slightly, then nodded, without saying anything, and the man in black with the hat behind him also clenched his fists.

No matter what, no matter how many generations, no matter who it is, the star king of the great wilderness, the ancient stars, will shine through the ages!

Five people, without stopping, the snow is still falling. It is still seven thousand miles away from Hanji Town, and this is the place where the Bloody North War was fought back then.

At this time, in the wind and snow, a jade slip broke through the sky and fell directly into the hands of Lu Cun Xingjun. Lu Cun Xingjun's divine sense swept away, and he knew a qiē.

"Blood South Feiluo City sent a message: Young Master Xiao, the five plum blossoms and the millions of heavenly soldiers have landed in the blood moon. Immortal town, a qiē proper. Millions of heavenly soldiers, hoarded. Break the Xuantian Pavilion, defend it with all your might, and lay down a shocking array outside the immortal town!"

Lu Cun Xingjun's words were not finished, and two jade slips came out of the air.

Drunken Demon Luo Er's shopkeeper Lu Cun Xingjun caught them one by one.

"Pingchuan Drunken Demon Luo sent a message: No Hate Valley, three Heavenly Immortals went south out of the Valley, and one of them turned out to be a Heavenly Immortal Jiuzhong!"

"The Demon Capital Drunk Demon Luo sent a message: Shura Palace, there is no slightest change. Upstairs, the dragon-eating bird is still there. Shura's purple clothes are still nowhere to be found. In the east, the UFO Temple, the specific ominous, but the UFO Temple, is getting darker and darker!"

There are a total of three jade slips, all of which are related to the movements on the Blood Moon Continent. Lu Cun Xingjun finished speaking in one breath, and then looked at Wen Muran and Murong Huang.

"One qiē, it's all expected!The Nine Layers of Heavenly Immortals in the Hatless Valley are not to be feared!" Murong Huang sneered, "Those old men at the original immortal level will not make a move. However, if it is shot, I am afraid that it will ......"

Murong Huang didn't say anything further, but Lu Cun Xingjun understood. Back then, almost all the power of Taihuang could be sacrificed in the sea wilderness, and then Shura's qiē could also be sacrificed at critical moments.

After all, Shura's soul qi has not been fully collected.

"As long as there is a big battle, Shura's soul qi will be there immediately. It depends on Hanji, how long will it take. The ghost coffin, if it really appears, it will affect everyone! Set off a shocking change, maybe!" Murong said indifferently, "The last Qiē of the Demon Continent is probably all in Hanji!"

Saying that, Murong Huang's brows suddenly tightened, and he actually felt a save more than anyone else.

In front of her, a woman stood in the wind and snow, surrounded by black air. (To be continued......)