The sacred mountain stands tall, and the Lethe River never stops.

Gan Tianqing, the master of the Divine Dragon Pavilion, watched the dwarf monk gradually disappear, and then slowly put away his long sleeves. In fact, Fang Cai's shape is a touch of the touch.

The Seven Stars of Antiquity, the Giant Gate of the Heavenly Xuan Star. The Blue Devil once said that the Seven Star Monarchs of the Taihuang Wilderness and the Star Monarch of the Giant Gate are ugly-looking dwarves, but his temperament is unrefined and his intelligence is outstanding.

Therefore, when the dwarf of the Heavenly Immortal Fivefold appeared, Gan Tianqing already doubted his identity. The dialogue between the two people is actually a mutual temptation and a battle of minds.

"Giant Gate Star Monarch! Drunken Demon Luo really resurrected those ancient stars! And these Star Monarchs are really good. Gan Tianqing's eyes narrowed slightly.

You must know that he once fought with Lian Zhen Xingju back then, and he was holding the "Broken Dragon Divine Scythe", which could completely resist himself. The greedy wolf of the five immortals almost killed Amu who sacrificed the demon coffin back then.

Just now, the reason why Gan Tianqing didn't fight against that giant gate star monarch was because he was not sure of victory.

It is expected that the giant gate star monarch retreated, firstly, because Gan Tianqing was overwhelmed by words and knowledge, which may have touched the soul of the giant gate star monarch, and secondly, because the giant gate star monarch probably did not have the certainty of winning against Gan Tianqing.

Both of them are immortals, and if they don't move, they will do it, and they will succeed if they move. So, they tacitly chose peace.

"Five hundred years!" Gan Tianqing sighed slightly, he had a feeling that the appearance of the reflection of the Lechuan River seemed to be a turning point in things.

The heirs of the demon coffin should not only live, but also live well. This kind of information is enough to make many forces on the Blood Moon Continent. Adjust your strategy.

A lot can happen in 500 years. In fact, many people understand that the original horror of Amu does not lie in his own realm. It's the power and potential that he represents.

The horror of the magic coffin is not in the word "heir", but in the word "magic coffin".

Nine coffins get one, but the town of three realms. If Amu's realm is strong enough to control the demon coffin and exert the power of the demon coffin, then it must be an extremely terrifying existence within the Three Realms.

Whether it's a demonic body. Or the unity of Buddha and demons, maybe some other special physique. As long as Amu is given enough time, then he can become scary enough.

Desire to get the coffin and those who want to put Amu to death. Nature knows the reason. Therefore, the grasp of time is extremely dedicated.

Five hundred years, they could have waited a little longer. Because. No matter how fast you practice. I can't let Amu go against the sky. One qiē, all within a controllable range.

However, Lethe's vision touched their sensitive nerves. And they may be ripe for it. They don't want the Demon Coffin to be passed on and appear in a mature manner.

Even if it is a broken demon coffin, as long as it can exert its power 100%, then the original immortal must retreat. It was something they absolutely did not want to see.

All forces. It's all about getting moving. Gan Tianqing's inference was not bad at all. Because, in the distant south of the Blood Moon. The Lethe River Immortal Ship is riding the wind and waves, heading straight for the Demon Star Domain.

Although there is urgency and slowness, it is a hair that moves the whole body. The Three Realms are like a chess game, and every move of a piece naturally changes globally.

Gan Tianqing raised her eyebrows, and then sat cross-legged on the bank of the Lethe River. He knew that the people of the Valley of No Hate would come soon.

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Vast mountains, endless southern regions.

At this time, 50,000 miles away in the area of the Lechuan Sacred Mountain, a hidden domain gate was shining brightly. Five monks, all in shape at the same time. Two white-clothed friars, two gray-clothed friars, and an old man in brown with a childish face.

Two whitefriars, one of whom had a refined temperament, had black hair and a shawl, and the other wore a silver mask that completely covered his face.

They are none other than Lishui and Bai Wusheng who came from the Guò Domain Gate of the Valley of Hatredless. The two gray-clothed monks in the back are both Xuan Immortal Sevenfold. In the end, the old man in brown was a powerhouse of the Heavenly Immortals of Cold Dust Valley.

Such a lineup, the Heavenly Immortal Double Pressure Formation, even on the Blood Moon Continent, is enough to walk. As long as you don't encounter a special enemy, it's absolutely fine.

The five people came out of the domain gate and couldn't help but look at the sky at the same time. There are still 50,000 miles away from the Lethe River Sacred Mountain, and now the half-day sun seems to have just hung up.

The old man of the Heavenly Immortal Double Realm didn't have much, just shook his hand and sacrificed a white light. It was a round of frisbee with the quality of the black cloud shuttle, rising in the wind, more than a square circle.

"You guys go up, I'll just fight the wind!" said the old man of the Heavenly Immortal Duo.

"Thank you, Guo Lao!"

The four of them were not polite, and they jumped directly into the frisbee. Because, they know that as a heavenly immortal, one step away, even if they don't have that flying magic weapon, it is enough to keep up.

If they do not wait for the rotation of the black sun, they will be able to reach the mountain of Lethe.

Five people, without saying much, the void directly turned into two rays of light and flew in the direction of the Lethe Sacred Mountain.

The frisbee was fast, but in a few moments, several people were thousands of miles away. Away from the water, white and lifeless, my heart is quite anxious. Above Lethe, is there a trace of Amu's message?

However, at this moment, a strange aura suddenly surged ahead.

"Huh?" Li Shui raised his eyebrows. That breath was a little familiar to both Li Shui and Bai Wuming, but he couldn't be sure for a while.

At this time, the old man who was born in the Cold Dust Valley had completely fixed the frisbee. The dual power of the heavenly immortals spread out in an instant, protecting a qiē.

Guo Lao himself stood directly in front of Lishui and the others in case of accidents.

"Be careful!" the old man's voice sank slightly, as if he had met an absolute rival. Immortal Double, he sensed an extremely special power.

And at this moment, in the void, red snowflakes suddenly began to drift. However, the snow is not cold, and there is even a warm feeling.

The red snow is not cold, but it is bloody, sprinkled and falling all over the sky. That kind of scene is familiar.

As soon as he saw this scene, Lishui and Bai Wusheng suddenly shook his heart. Because, it is not a snowflake, but a mist of flowers and blood.

Five hundred years ago, the Great War of the Bloody North.

"Bloodthirsty Shura!Kill the gods!" couldn't help but glance at each other, and their hearts suddenly tightened. If it was really the god-killing boy who killed the Immortal Palace, I am afraid that today would be a vicious battle. Everything points to disaster.

What to be afraid of, what to come. Lishui and Bai Wusheng's thoughts had not yet fallen, and when he looked up, he saw that a hundred feet in front of him, the void was fluctuating.

A young man in a torn cotton jacket, looking lazy, floating in the void.

The mouth of the teenager. Still holding a withered grass stick, his body is still torn cotton jacket, and a few strands of cotton wool are still exposed.

Merely. This is the Southern Region of the Blood Moon, not the Cold Ji of the Blood North. This winter-like dress is a bit nondescript and rustic.

But. The young man's eyes were extremely clear. It's just a little cowardly, looking at a qiē. This young man seems out of place standing here, but in this world, no one dares to treat him?

A realm of immortals!

The realm of the god-killing boy has actually broken through the realm of immortals in five hundred years. It's a pity that at this time. Except for Guo Lao of the Heavenly Immortal Double Realm, Lishui and the others couldn't see his cultivation.

But. Back then, he was a character who could walk calmly under the hands of the old man who painted souls. The old man who painted the soul once said in person that he couldn't kill the young man. The realm of killing gods may just be a reference.

"It's been a long time!" the lazy young man actually looked over Guo Lao, rushed away from the water and Bai Wuming smiled faintly. The old man of the Heavenly Immortal Double is not worth mentioning at all in his eyes.

Back then, he used the realm of Xuan Immortal Ninefold, which was the punishment of the Heavenly Immortal Quadruple, and he couldn't win with a sword in his hand, and now the Heavenly Immortal Doublefold makes him face it.

"Guo Lao be careful, he is the son of the Lord of the Immortal Killing Palace, named Killing God, and he can control the Blood Desire Shura. The combat power is superb!" Lishui did not say the words of killing the god first, but reminded Guo Lao first.

When you leave the water, it's pretty concise, but the information you see through is huge.

When Guo Lao heard this, he couldn't help frowning. Killing the son of the master of the Immortal Palace, the name of the blood Shura, how could he not know? He had not been out of the pass for a long time, but he did not expect to encounter such an opponent as soon as he came out of the pass.

Anyone who can control the bloodthirsty Shura can be regarded as a monster. Today, isn't it your own calamity?

"Killing God, you are not in the Blood North, how did you get to the Blood Moon Middle Domain?" At this time, the Killing God of Lishui Chong smiled faintly, and his expression was calm.

"Quiet and thoughtful!" "The killing god said lazily, "I'm always tired of staying in the blood north, so I naturally want to take a look at the middle and southern regions!"

"You're here for Lethe?" said directly from the water.

"I just want to go and see! Perhaps, I'm interested in the magic coffin. The Killing God smiled, then asked, "Let's go together?"

"How dare you go the same way with the God of Killing?" Lishui smiled faintly. At this time, the Phantom Flower Divine Sword at the center of the water eyebrows had already shown a purple glow. With Lishui's current realm, he is definitely not an opponent for killing gods, but he can't sit still.

"You take your Yangguan Road, and I cross my single-plank bridge?"

"That's right, maybe everyone is fine!" Lishui's tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hehe!" the god-killing boy squinted and glanced at the void, not knowing what he was thinking. In the void, the red blood mist is still sprinkled, neither thick nor light.

That kind of quite freehand picture - a young man in a broken jacket, lazily looking at the sky, with a blue sky and blood mist in the background.

Although he just stood like that, it was very casual. However, the Heavenly Immortals of Cold Dust Valley, the Eternal Holy Lotus, and the others, none of them dared to act rashly, and the aura of killing gods was extremely powerful, and everyone could feel the heavy pressure in their hearts.

That can be said to be the number one killer of the Immortal Killing Palace! In the face of absolute strength, no one will take the liberty of acting.

"Since we met by chance, we were fated. That's it!" The killing god retracted his gaze, then smiled faintly and looked at the waterway, "Just kill a celestial immortal, and the others can go!"

The killing god spoke extremely naturally, and the smile on his face even carried a ray of sunshine and warmth. For him, this decision may really be a warm one.

"Hmph!" However, the face of the Heavenly Immortal of Cold Dust Valley, who had been speechless, suddenly turned cold. The double of immortals is not ordinary.

A glint also flashed in Lishui's eyes.

"Killing God, your strength is beyond doubt! However, against us, you will definitely have to pay a price!" At the center of the eyebrows from the water, the purple light flashed, and the Phantom Flower Divine Sword was already in his hand.

Xuan Immortal Triple Layer, Ancient Holy Lotus, holding the Phantom Flower Purple Sword, and the combat power of the water is naturally much higher than that of the monks of the same level. However, in front of the killing god, it is definitely not enough.

On the side of the Hatless Valley, five people, spread out in a cone, preoccupied, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

However, the god-killing young man, smiling slightly, just stood casually like that, not moving at all. In his eyes, as long as he wants to kill people, they are already ghosts.

He wanted to kill, but the only person he couldn't kill was Amu.

At this time, the bloodthirsty Shura began to gradually transform into the wings of the killing god. The blood mist in the void is like a demon with teeth and claws. (To be continued......)