"Who am I?" the gray-robed old monk couldn't help but muttered to himself bitterly when he heard Wen Muran's question.

At this time, the four major cultivators on Wen Muran's side were all looking at the gray-robed old monk.

These four major water tribulation monks were all elites of the Taihuang Gate back then, otherwise they would never have been arranged by Wen Muran to lurk. After 10,000 years of enduring humiliation, the cultivation of these shadows has been rapidly promoted.

However, none of them could see through the gray-robed old monk, the faint Buddha's mang, and the cultivation of the upper realm of the wind tribulation covered everything.

At this time, not only the people of the Taihuang Gate, but also the Dongling Demon Clan and the Great Power of the Sea Desolation were also surprised by the identity of the gray-robed old monk.

Except for the people of Brahma Temple, even the Dongling Demon Clan has never heard of this monk's name. In the Brahma Temple, how can there be such a monk, who knows everything in the past of the Taihuang Gate?

"Actually, I should have died a long time ago!" The gray-robed old monk looked at Wen Muran, and at the same time slowly formed a seal in his hand, it was a spell.

I saw a faint chaotic aura emanating from the sleeves of the gray-robed old monk's robe.

"Too Desolate Qi!" Wen Muran and the four Water Tribulation Cultivators were all shocked, it was extremely pure Desolate Qi. This gray-robed old monk actually has a too wild atmosphere.

"The seven stars are too wild, and the light is barren to the sea. Wen has Mu Ran, Wu has Proud Heaven!" The old man in the gray robe was full of vicissitudes. These are the four sentences that were widely circulated in Taihuangmen back then.

The chaotic aura emitted by Zaijian's gray-robed old monk gradually formed a mirror image. Among them, a tall and mighty man in black, holding a double sword, is powerful and majestic.

Wu Qu Xingjun, Wu Aotian! Many people in the great power of the sea wilderness remember this Taihuang Xingjun.

The Seven Star Monarchs of Taihuangmen, there are literary songs in the text, and there are martial arts songs in the martial arts. Wen Muran's wisdom is like the sea, and Wu Aotian's cultivation is world-shattering.

It is said that Wu Aotian was the first master of the Taihuang Gate except for the Taihuang Emperor. Wuqu Xingjun swept the sea wilderness back then, and the power of the sea wilderness that died in his hands is unknown.

He and the broken army and the greedy wolf are known as the three major killing gods of the wilderness. Wuqu Xingjun almost relied on his own strength to sweep Qingyuan.

"You...... You ...... "At this time, even in the immortal-level battle of the Immortal Ghost Sect, he could calmly deal with it, but Wen Muran, who collapsed in front of Taishan and did not change his face, changed his face greatly.

After saying two "you" in a row, Wen Muran didn't say anything. In the Battle of the Ten Thousand Desolate Valley, Wen Muran saw Wuqu Xingjun with his own eyes, fought bloodily, and finally died under the immortal art of the Phantom Flower, and his soul was gone.

How could this gray-robed old monk in front of him be Wuqu Xingjun? Moreover, this gray-robed old monk and Wu Aotian were not the same person at all.

But how can this be explained?

"Xingjun?" A water robbery monk beside Wen Muran was a subordinate of Wuqu Xingjun back then. At this time, Na Zheng Xiu was at a loss, no matter what, he would not think that the gray-clothed old monk in front of him would be the Wuqu Xingjun of the year.

The four major calamities all looked at Wen Muran.

And Wen Muran finally gradually calmed down, looked at the gray-clothed old monk, and suddenly remembered a possibility.

"The Remnant Soul Reincarnation Technique, you have cultivated the immortal art on the Remnant Heaven Ancient Scroll. A cold light burst into Wen Muran's eyes.

"That's good!" the gray-clothed old monk nodded, "Back then, the Phantom Flower Immortal Technique was extremely domineering, although I kept a wisp of remnant soul alive, but it could be extinguished at any time. So, I went against the sky and used the reincarnation of the remnant soul, and as a result, the reincarnation took the body of a monk from the Dongling Brahma Temple. Originally, I wanted to make a comeback, so I concealed all my painstaking cultivation. However, after practicing for a long time and listening to the Dharma every day, I gradually repented of the past and devoted myself to the Buddha. Seven thousand years ago, Brahma knew everything about me, but he didn't remember the evils of the past. What Taihuang did in Dongling, I have heard of it for a long time. Today, you and the demon clan surround the mountain. So persecuted, I just appeared, I only hope that Wenqu you will turn back to the shore and escape from the sea of suffering!"

Wuqu Wu Aotian said all this, and then there was silence.

In the Brahma Temple, only the senior monks in the Seven Buddha Hall knew his true identity, and he was also shocked at this time. The great powers of the sea wilderness were even more speechless, and the Taihuang Wuqu of that year actually became a Brahma monk.

Wen Muran listened to Wu Aotian's words and looked at him coldly. After Wu Aotian finished saying everything, the corners of Wen Muran's mouth curled, and the look in his eyes was extremely painful and contemptuous.

"Aotian!" Wen Muran looked at Wu Aotian and called out.

Wu Aotian did not respond.

"Aotian!" Wen Muran's eyes were blood-red, and he shouted sharply.

Wu Aotian was still silent.

"Aotian!" Wen Muran was almost hoarse.

Wu Aotian let out a long sigh.

"I'm here, old man!"

"Heavenly Punishment?" Wen Muran sneered, "Proud Heaven or Heavenly Punishment!" I ask you, do you still remember the oath of the Seven Star Monarchs of the Taihuang Wilderness?"

"Huh?" Wu Aotian frowned, but he still said slowly, "As soon as you enter the wilderness and turn into seven stars, you and my brothers, life and death are shared!"

"Haha!" Wen Muran listened to Wu Aotian's words, and couldn't help but look up to the sky, but this laughter was full of grief.

"As soon as you enter the wilderness, turn into seven stars, you and my brothers, life and death together!" Wen Muran's eyes were already full of tears.

"Aotian, you still dare to make an oath! 10,000 years ago, the demon girl phantom flower, bloodbathed in the valley of ten thousand barrens, and it was miserable. Hundreds of thousands of disciples of my Taihuang Sect have almost all been wiped out. At this time, you are actually wearing a monk's robe, and your mouth is full of the Buddha's bitter sea? You actually have the face to persuade me that the sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore? Are you worthy of the hundreds of thousands of children who died in the wilderness? Are you worthy of the four star monarchs who died in the battle of Lian Zhen, Lu Cun, Jumen, and greedy wolves? Are you worthy of those brothers and subordinates who have endured humiliation and burdened for tens of thousands of years for the sake of being too desolate?

"The bitter sea is boundless, and turning back is the shore! Aotian, to tell you, the bitter sea is boundless, but turning back may not be the shore! Even if there is a shore, I Wen Muran will not turn back. Life is too wild, death is too wild. You are the shame of the Taihuang Gate!" Wen Muran hated and wanted to split.

As he spoke, Wen Muran waved his hand.

Snort, half of the green robe, drifting away with the wind.

Cut off the robe and cut off the righteousness!

"Today, I Wen Mou don't have a brother like you, let's break it off! If you stop me, I will kill you with my own hands!" Wen Muran's cheeks tightened, and his eyes were actually bloody tears.

The Taihuang Gate was destroyed, Wen Muran took Xiao Luo, went through countless ups and downs, 10,000 years of painstaking management, and worked hard. Wen Muran never shed a single tear.

"Amitabha-" Listening to Wen Muran's words, Wu Aotian was silent, his face was painful, but he still trembled with difficulty and folded his hands together.

"The old man is ashamed of being too wild, and he is also ashamed of my Buddha!"

"Shut up!" Wen Muran shouted.

At this time, Wen Muran's green robe was swaying, his long hair was flying, and his body was already glowing with a faint gray glow.

Scattering Souls Intermediate Great Perfection, this is Wen Muran's own cultivation, but at this time, the aura emanating from Wen Muran's body is extremely weird. That is definitely not the breath that can be emitted by the Soul Scattering Intermediate Great Perfection.

"It's too wild, it's not too wild!" Wu Aotian suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Muran.

"Hmph!" Wen Muran's body was shocked, but he said coldly, "I, Wen Mou, is alive, but it is too desolate! The young master is alive, it is too desolate! The emperor is alive, it is too desolate! On the sea desolation, there are countless children who are fighting for the desolation, so it is too desolate!"

"I'm not as good as you!" Wu Aotian sighed.

"Xingjun, turn back!" At this time, the former Wuqu subordinate of the Four Great Tribulations suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of Wu Aotian.

Wen Muran raised his eyebrows, but finally held back and didn't have an immediate seizure.

Wu Aotian shook his head and didn't say anything.

"Get up, he's not too desolate Xingjun anymore!" Wen Muran said lightly, but in his words, there was already a killing intention. That robber, if he dared to hesitate a little, it was estimated that Wen Muran would kill the killer.

However, as soon as the water tribulation saw Wu Aotian shaking his head, he instantly bounced up.

A long sword, turned into a streamer, and went straight to Wu Aotian to kill.

That water tribulation was from an Eastern family, and the long sword in his hand was a high-level immortal treasure, and he shot with hatred without the slightest mercy. The power of the Water Tribulation, as fast as lightning, pierces the void almost directly.

"Okay!" Wen Muran's voice trembled a little.

The water robbery monk is naturally a master. However, Wu Aotian's cultivation is in the lower realm of the wind tribulation, and the two of them are too different.

The former subordinates killed themselves, and no one knew what kind of mood Wu Aotian was in at this moment. I could only see Wu Aotian's eyes slightly closed, his hands folded, and there was no other movement.

The Water Tribulation Monk was almost a man and a sword, but he suddenly stopped when he rushed to the front of Wu Aotian.

"Hmm!" the water robber frowned, for he was completely imprisoned.

Wu Aotian slowly opened his eyes.

"Thirteen Lang, stop it! You can't kill me! Don't kill me again. Isn't ten thousand years of suffering enough?" Wu Aotian looked at the water tribulation, quite sad.

At the beginning, Wen Muran's Jihua, only Wen Muran and the Emperor of the Taihuang knew about it, and even Wu Qu didn't know that there was such an arrangement, but Wu Aotian remembered that this current water tribulation monk was named Thirteen Lang.

Back then, this thirteen lang was just a supreme spirit, but he was high-spirited, extremely intelligent, and diligent. Today's Thirteen Lang is already a water catastrophe, but his temples are all white.

Thirteen Lang probably didn't expect that Wu Aotian would remember him, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Xingjun!

"It's all for the sake of being too wild!" Wu Aotian nodded helplessly, "You go back!"

With a wave of one hand, Wu Aotian directly relieved Thirteen Lang's imprisonment.

Thirteen Lang looked at Wu Aotian, but he smiled bitterly, and said miserably: "Xingjun, you are a shame for being too wild! You have shamed your subordinates, and you are ashamed to see the dead people of Taihuang!"

Talking, not waiting for anyone's reaction.

"Poof-" Thirteen Lang didn't retreat at all, and with a horizontal backhand fairy sword, a bloody light rushed up three feet.

Kill yourself!

Everyone present was shocked in their hearts, the cultivator would not have killed himself, but at the moment of self-killing, the thirteen lang had already broken his heart.

It's too wild, and it's so fierce!

Thirteen Lang killed himself, Wu Aotian didn't expect it at all, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Heavenly punishment, you have made Taihuang ashamed!" Wen Muran looked at Wu Aotian coldly, "Thirteen Lang, it's me who is too wild! No one should make a move! I, Wen Muran, will clean the door myself." ”

Changfeng hunting, too wild Wenqu sword eyebrows stand slightly, and the once lonely back suddenly exudes a majestic liliang.