Xiao Luo solemnly took the scroll. Directly the golden light flashed, and the page of the ancient scroll had been collected in Xiao Luo's arms.

This page of the Heavenly Scroll, even if Wen Muran is on the side, with Xiao Luo's tenth reincarnation demon body talent, it will take several years or even longer.

Putting away the Remnant Heaven Scroll, Xiao Luo and Wen Muran glanced at each other, taking the Remnant Heaven Scroll was their most important purpose this night. Everything went smoothly and the worst they had expected did not occur.

At this time, the black and white priest also fell to the ground with a stone in his heart. For 9,000 years, it has been one of their important tasks to preserve this ancient scroll.

Although there is a Taihuang seal on that ancient scroll, no one can open it except for the Taihuang bloodline or the Star Monarch, but the lurking alien sect and carrying a heavy treasure can be imagined the pressure it has endured for nine thousand years.

"In three days, we will come to the Holy Maiden Ceremony!" Wen Muran said to the black and white priest.

"Does the Star Monarch have any other commands?" the black-clothed priest asked.

"You just have to be the black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect now! Wen Muran said.

"Your subordinates understand!" the black and white priest bowed.

"Xingjun, do you have a question from your subordinates?" said the black-clothed priest again.

"Say it!" Wen Muran said.

"Is the Greedy Wolf Star Monarch still there?" said this, and the white-clothed priest also looked at Wen Muran with great eagerness.

In fact, for nine thousand years, the black wolf and the white wolf have been looking for the people of Taihuangmen, and the reason is naturally to exterminate the remnants, but the news they get is not haode. Gradually, they accepted the reality and could only wait quietly.

Now, seeing Wen Muran's decline, they realized that the Taihuang bloodline was still there, and naturally a trace of luck rose, maybe the greedy wolf star monarch was still alive.

Wen Muran couldn't help but look gloomy when he heard this.

"In the bloody battle that day, except for you who we arranged in advance, almost all the people of the Taihuangmen died in the Valley of Ten Thousand Desolations. The Seven Star Monarchs, except for me, can only break the army and fight their way out of the encirclement, and they are nowhere to be found for nine thousand years, and the rest are all gone. The greedy wolf had a chance to get out, but you all know his temper, he fought to the death, and vowed to live and die with the wilderness, and the result was ......"

Speaking of this, Wen Muran's eyes closed slightly, his cheeks tightened, and he didn't say any more. For 9,000 years, those comrades and brothers who died tragically have not come out of his mind.

In fact, the cultivation is greatly reduced, and he cannot be promoted for the rest of his life, and for a powerful monk, the meaning of survival is almost lost. For 9,000 years, it has always been the belief in reviving the wilderness, supporting Wen Muran to live.

The eyes of the black wolf and the white wolf also dimmed, and they had all heard of the methods of the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower.

"What about the Great Emperor?" the white-clothed priest hesitated before asking.

Wen Muran shook his head, "Although I haven't seen it in person, with the nature of a demon girl, the Great Emperor must be the one she will kill!

The black wolf and the white wolf didn't ask again, but an inextinguishable cold light flashed in his eyes. The hatred between the Taihuangmen and the Purple Ghost City Phantom Flower cannot be eliminated even if it is reincarnated.

"Take care!" Wen Muran said to the black wolf and the white wolf.

"Three days later, it must be a different kind of holy scripture!" Wen Muran said, and then nodded to Xiao Luo.

The two of them didn't say much, and Xiao Luo hugged his fist at the black wolf and the white wolf. Sacrificing the Dharma, Wen Muran and Xiao Luo disappeared into the void.

Wen Muran and the two disappeared, and the black and white priests couldn't help but glance at each other.

"What does Xingjun Zuihou's words mean?

The black-clothed priest smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said, "How many people can understand the words of Taihuang Wenqu Xingjun? On the day of the ceremony, you and I only need to sit firmly in the Cangwu Tower, and everything will be taken care of by the Great Elder and others! In the Immortal Ghost Sect, there must not be many things that can alarm you and me!"

The white-clothed priest also smiled bitterly and nodded, and then sighed: "Today, Wenqu Xingjun appeared, and the bloodline of Taihuang is still there. Nine thousand years, you and I have been waiting for a long time, and finally there is a result!"

"The light of the desolation must shine on the entire Shenzhou! Otherwise, the sea desolation will be buried with you. Two cold lights shot out of the black-clothed priest's eyes.

The white-clothed priest nodded thoughtfully, and the two of them didn't say anything, and with a wave of one hand, the barrier dispersed. In an instant, the black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect were already sitting on the cangwu building, and the black and white cyclone above their heads was still there.

Nothing seems to be happening.

At this time, Wen Muran and Xiao Luo were already dozens of miles away, directly out of the ghost town.

"Sir, is there anything wrong?" Xiao Luo said as he looked at Wen Muran. Because, after leaving the Halloween Palace, Wen Muran didn't speak, but pondered something.

Hearing Xiao Luo's question, Wen Muran nodded and said, "I'm worried about the safety of the black wolf and the white wolf, I feel that the ghost saint is starting to be wary or suspicious of the two of them?"

"Oh, how can you see it?" Xiao Luo was slightly stunned.

"That ghost body saint is weird!" Wen Muran said directly.

"Huh?" Xiao Luo was puzzled.

"In the Immortal Ghost Sect, the nominal sect master is the first, and the only one who can be called the saint with the sect master is the saint. But as far as I know, the position of the Holy Maiden has been empty in the Immortal Ghost Sect for an unknown number of years, and the previous Holy Maiden disappeared namelessly. The words of the saint have long been in name only. If according to what the black wolf and the white wolf said, now the sect master is under their control. Then, on the surface, the sect master and the nine elders are in charge of the affairs within the sect, and major matters must be the decision of the two of them. However, once the Holy Maiden ascends the throne, she will inevitably restrain the Nine Elders. Don't forget, that saint was created by the ghost saint. At this time, the accession of the saint to the throne always feels a bit of a coincidence. Wen Muran said.

"Maybe it's just that the seat has been vacant for a long time, and since it is a natural ghost body, it is naturally the most suitable for the position of a saint!" Xiao Luo said.

"Hmm!" Wen Muran nodded, "There is also this possibility." I hope I'm thinking too much, the black and white wolves have been operating in the Immortal Ghost Sect for many years, and I must have expected some situations. ”

"However, since the gentleman suspects that Weishenme didn't warn the two of them?" Xiao Luo was puzzled.

Wen Muran smiled bitterly and said, "In the Taihuang Gate, they all regard me as the number one think tank, saying that I have no last resort. In fact, I don't know how many mistakes I have made in my life, and if I had expressed my doubts, it would have stirred their minds, and it would have been easy for them to lose their judgment and show their feet. For 9,000 years, they were all safe and sound, and there must be extraordinary means. If there is a mistake, it is also the will of heaven, even if we know the suspicion of the ghost saint, we can only resist. Now that there is no robbery in the Taihuang Gate, there is no robbery, and it is absolutely impossible to withstand the wrath of the ghost saint. So, I still don't say it's better. Three days later, when the Holy Maiden Ceremony is held, maybe we will be able to see some clues. ”

"It's still Mr. Thoughtful!" Xiao Luo sighed, and at the same time involuntarily touched the Remnant Heaven Scroll hidden in his arms.

Now that it is too desolate, there is no robbery and repair! This is a kind of helplessness, and it seems that improving cultivation is the key.

The two of them were speechless, and their backs to the ghost town gradually drifted away, but they didn't know where they were going. In three days' time, they will come back to the Virgin Ceremony.

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On the other side of the ghost town, Amu was meditating on a remote corner with his knees crossed.

It's ridiculous to say that Amu left the Halloween Palace and wanted to go to an inn to rest. But in the huge hundred-mile ghost city, there is no inn that opens its doors to welcome guests.

At night, this ghost town really looks like a dead city.

In fact, Amu walked to three inns, but there were no exceptions. These inns are all locked, ghostly, and there is no anger in the slightest. Not only the inn, but also the bustling streets and the bustling streets during the day are all dead silent.

Amu even went to the "Tranquility" restaurant of the essence of the plum blossom in Yujian, but it was exactly the same there. The wine was hung high, but it was dark.

At this time, in the entire ghost city, Amu could hardly feel the slightest fluctuation of aura. This is a very strange point. Because, in this ghost town, I don't know how many powerful monks.

But their liliang seemed to be overshadowed by the silent liliang emanating from this ghost town.

At this time, the ghost town is like a huge tomb, where countless souls are buried.

There is no other way, Amu can't break in, because maybe there is a great power of the Immortal Ghost Sect standing behind the inn.

And this weirdness gives Amu a sense of oppression, walking in the ghost city at night, he is like a ghost exposed to the sun. Amu had no choice but to find an extremely remote place, open the Blood Shadow Fish Scale Cloak, and hide it in the night.

At this time, Amu was holding dozens of silver-level spirit coins in his hand, and a trace of spiritual power began to pour into Amu's body, nourishing and restoring everything in Amu.

Now Amu still doesn't know how many days he has spent behind the Netherworld Mountain and in hell, and everything can only wait for dawn.

The alternation of day and night in all dusts is the rising and setting of the moon and coming gradually.

But there was no moonlight in the sky above this ghost town. Amu didn't wait too long, the dozens of silver-level spirit coins in his hand had just turned into ashes, and it was already dawn.

There is almost no gradual process, and the sky is suddenly sprinkled.

Such a rapid change, Amu is extremely uncomfortable. However, Amu hurriedly stood up, and at the same time shook one hand, and the white robe on his body was gone.

This time, Amu changed into a green coat, and his appearance changed again, and his cultivation was the Great Perfection of the Supreme Spiritual Middle Level.

At this time, Amu is equivalent to another identity. In the ghost town, Amu is still extremely cautious.

There were so many pedestrians on the street that it was as if they had just come out of the street.

On the black and white stone street, it is bustling and gradually lively. It seems that there are several times more people than the day Amu first arrived in the ghost town.

Amu paid a little attention, and he already knew that he was behind the Netherworld Mountain, in fact, there were a total of three days and nights before and after.

Three days later, it was the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the day of the Feast of the Holy Maiden.

Knowing that he hadn't missed the Holy Maiden Ceremony, Amu breathed a sigh of relief. During the trip to hell, Amu's mind changed drastically. He didn't want to make any more extraneous problems, so he wanted to find an inn directly and wait for the ceremony to open three days later.

The ghost town is huge, whether it is a monk's inn or a mortal inn, there are many of them, but Amu went to five or six inns in a row, and they were all full.

It's no wonder that the Holy Maiden Ceremony is approaching, and I don't know how many immortals are pouring into the ghost town. Many inns are completely occupied. Especially some low-end inns are extremely popular.

Originally, Amu just wanted to find a low-end inn to settle in, but even if he wanted to pay several times more price, he definitely didn't. There was no way, so Amu had to go around to a rather grand inn just across the street from the All Saints Palace.

Halloween Inn!