Two worlds, one sword!

On the snowy field, the earth rolls like a dragon. In the void, the immortal power is scattered in all directions. At this time, the entire Blood North seemed to be at the critical point of blasting.

At the last moment, the old man in gray suddenly appeared. Above the clear stream, the gray robe was unfurled, and it suddenly did not move.

"Painting the soul old man!" At this time, Amu, Lishui, and Mo Wuxian were all stunned. It turned out that the old man was none other than an immortal talisman, a mysterious soul-painting old man who could destroy the nine layers of immortals.

Why did this soul-painting old man suddenly appear in the Blood Moon Continent when he was not selling immortal talismans in the Red Ink City of the War Continent? Amu They didn't know that back then, it was because of them that the soul-painting old man came to the Blood Moon Continent.

At this time, the old man who painted the soul stood on a clear stream with a sword. The tens of thousands of cyan sword rays completely separated the demon coffin from the blood mist. The endless green mangs are rolling, just like a line of high heaven.

"Alas!" the old man who painted the soul couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the one in front of him. In today's situation, if he arrives half a step late, the consequences will definitely be extremely severe.

Goodbye to the old man who painted the soul, his hands were raised, and the sky was full of light. It was nine immortal runes, scattered in the void like stars. In an instant, illuminate the entire Blood North.

Nine immortal runes, as bright as stars, are listed in the void, or they can be suppressed. They are all beings who can kill the Nine Layers of Heavenly Immortals.

In the entire Shura realm, it is estimated that only he can paint the soul old man with such great skill and courage.

"Nine stars in the sky, town!" the old man who painted the soul shouted. At the same time, he made seals with both hands. It was an extremely complicated, ancient method of sealing.

None of the people present understood what it was. The white-haired torture flew away, and when he saw the posture of the gray-clothed old man, his brows were slightly locked, and his expression was complicated.

Nine top-level immortal runes, shining in the void. In an instant, nine rays of light connected. An earth-shattering array was formed. Endless immortal power, scattered between heaven and earth. These nine immortal runes seem to have formed an extremely special enchantment.

Whether it was the demon coffin or the bloodthirsty Shura, under the immortal talisman of the old man who painted the soul, it was a shock. The demonic qi and blood mist were all temporarily sealed and condensed.

The green mang, which separated the demonic qi and the blood mist, suddenly swelled, like a long and winding stream. In an instant, it turned into a raging river.

The demonic energy subsided, and the blood mist gradually dissipated.

Painting the soul of the old man, the seal in his hand changes again. Nine stars suddenly exploded. The power that can overturn the heavens and the earth can be dispersed directly.

At this time. Whether it's Amu, or killing gods. I feel like I'm under incredible pressure. The coffin roared. Bloodthirsty Shura whined.

Demonic energy, blood mist, the two worlds, began to gradually separate. The old man who painted the soul, with the power of the Nine Immortal Runes, forcibly separated the demon coffin from the Bloodthirsty Shura.

"Yuan Immortal?" at this time. Almost everyone thinks so. Xing Fei's silver hair flew, and his eyes looked at the painted soul, and he seemed to have a little more awe.

"Hmm!" Amu frowned slightly, at this time. Danhai rolled, and a mouthful of blood overflowed directly from the corner of his mouth.

In fact, using the Demon Coffin to kill the god is extremely stressful for Amu. If it weren't for the Buddha's coffin, with his cultivation in the True Immortal Realm, it would be impossible to stand here at all.

At this time, the old man who painted the soul used the power of the nine immortal runes to suppress them. The pressure on Amu is naturally greater, and he is already a little overwhelmed.

And the god-killing boy on that side doesn't seem to have to be much better than Amu, just because the soul-painting old man poured most of his power on his side.

Fang Cai, Gan Tianqing and the others, in fact, are not mistaken, that young man is really the cultivation of Xuantian Ninefold, but he can control the blood desire Shura, which is too against the sky.

However, in front of the old man who painted the soul, the god-killing young man had no ability to resist at all.

"You two, if you don't want to die here, then hurry up!" The old man who painted the soul was not loud, and his tone was peaceful, but it rolled into his ears.

Amu raised his eyebrows, but he was actually unwilling. Because, this old man with a painted soul is too weird, I don't know whether he is friend or foe.

"Amu, listen to him, take the coffin!" At this time, Xing Fei opened his mouth.

Only then did Amu change the seal in his hand, and the goodbye demon coffin slowly retreated, gradually sinking, and the coercion continued to converge. At the same time, the god-killing boy also seemed to use spells, and the blood mist in the sky began to fade.

In the end, the demon coffin turned into a zhang or so and floated at Amu's feet. Bloodthirsty Shura also became the original appearance, scattered behind the god-killing boy.

It's just that Amu and the killing god's faces are not very good-looking. Just now, they consumed too much immortal power. Neither Amu nor the God of Killing would have such a powerful power.

At this time, the old man who painted the soul, who originally had a somewhat dignified face, only then did he have a hint of relief.

Goodbye, with one move with one hand, a sword clears the stream, and the green mangs turn back, turning into a long sword like water, which falls directly into the hands of the old man who paints the soul. Then, in the void, half a white sun, finally reappeared.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the old man who painted the soul.

"Where is the Demon Lang?" the old man looked at Xing Feidao. This question shocked Amu's heart. This old man who paints souls actually knows Master?

"I don't know!" Xing Fei's answer was extremely simple.

The old man who painted the soul couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard Xing Fei's words, but he knew that Xing Fei's words must be true.

"Are you a sea desolate demon servant?" the old man looked at Xing Fei again.

"I'm from the Sea Wilderness, not a demon servant! I'm from Purple Ghost City. Xing Fei smiled bitterly.

"Oh?" Hearing Xing Fei's answer, the old man who painted the soul was obviously stunned, "Sea Desolate Purple Hidden City, how could that sword clear stream be in your hands?"

"Forgive the juniors, there is no comment!" Xing Fei said lightly.

The old man frowned again, but seemed to remember something, and then let out a long sigh. Seeing him again, he flipped it with one hand, and the old man who painted the soul cleared the stream with a sword and returned it to Xing Fei.

"Molang, you always have your own reason!" the old man shook his head.

"Thank you senior!" Xing Fei took the fairy sword, put it away directly, and then looked at the old man who painted the soul, "Senior, but you came by order?"

The old man who painted the soul listened to Xing Fei's words, his body froze, but he didn't answer, but turned his eyes to Amu, and then looked at the god-killing young man.

"It's all gone!What are you tossing?The Blood Moon Continent can't stand the big toss!" the old man sighed and waved his hand.

"Huh?" At this time, everyone was a little embarrassed when they heard it. The attitude of the old man who painted the soul was like sending a group of ignorant children away.

At this time, in the void, a huge shadow flew through, and it was the four pavilion masters of the Xuantian Pavilion, who came from the ink turtle of the ink turtle pavilion master.

It's just that at this time, Xuanfeng and Jinlin Pavilion Master can only kneel cross-legged on top of the giant tortoise, their faces are as white as paper, and they are recovering from pranayama. It is a blessing in misfortune that they were able to save their lives.

Gan Tianqing was dressed in a purple robe, but there was no light flickering in his sleeves. The one in the best condition is the Pavilion Master of the Ink Turtle Pavilion. Although the blood on his chest has not dried, his eyes are still clear, and it seems that he still has the strength to fight again.

The black giant ghost, cute and cute, shook his head and tail, and looked at him blankly.

"Break the Xuantian and kill the Immortal Palace!" the old man whispered to himself, and then his gaze stayed on the god-killing boy, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

"Kill the Immortal Palace, you can do business, but don't take all the work! The heir of the Demon Lang, you dare to move? Go back and tell your father, I don't want to die early, so I quit this business." Otherwise, the Immortal Killing Hall is likely to break the inheritance. ”

"Also, you monster, don't come out and be scared. It is safer to stay in the Immortal Killing Palace. It's me this time, if someone else comes, maybe I'll pick your skin! Lust for blood Shura, many people can't ask for it!" The old man who painted the soul finally accentuated his tone, and it was obvious that there was a deep meaning in his words.

At this time, the god-killing young man recovered a little blood, and his face naturally showed a little laziness.

"Excuse me, who is the senior?"

"You just say, what the old man said is that your father will know who it is!" said the old man said angrily.

"Okay! juniors say goodbye!" the god-killing boy didn't talk nonsense.

Because, he knew that he was definitely not the opponent of the gray-clothed old man in front of him, who claimed to be painting souls. Moreover, this old man who paints souls, who breaks his identity with one sentence, is definitely not a simple character. As soon as he was angry, he naturally had to return to the Immortal Killing Hall and think about it in the long run.

"Descendant of the Demon Coffin, take care of the Demon Coffin!" "The god-killing boy smiled evilly and looked at Amu.

"Waiting for you at any time!" Amu said indifferently.

Goodbye, the strange smile of the god-killing boy actually disappeared in place without any warning. Except for painting the soul, it is estimated that no one can perceive his coming and going.

However, at this time, the old man who painted the soul frowned slightly. Although he let go of the god-killing boy, there was too much uneasiness in his heart.

Because, Fang Cai wanted blood Shura, and showed the power to completely resist the demon coffin. It's a bit of a strange thing.

"Senior, maybe you shouldn't let him go!" Xing Fei said slowly.

"I don't want to let him go, but I can't kill him!" the old man smiled bitterly, this answer was far beyond everyone's expectations.

"Huh?" Xing Fei raised an eyebrow.

"It's like he can't kill you either!" "The old man who painted the soul looked at Xing Fei and said slowly, "Reincarnation!"

When Xing Fei heard this, he couldn't help but be silent.

Then, the old man who painted the soul looked at Amu and them again, and finally stopped his gaze on Amu.

"Your cultivation is too low! Remember, only realm cultivation is the most powerful weapon. Otherwise, even if you have nine coffins, it will be in vain. ”

"If it is, my old man will make a move, and you won't even have a chance to sacrifice the demon coffin, so you will be killed in seconds!

"Thank you seniors for your advice!" Amu bowed, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Painting the soul of the old man, what he said is reasonable.

In the end, the old man who painted the soul looked at the four pavilion masters of the Xuantian Pavilion again.

"You can't die!Half-human, half-dragon, that's good!" The old man who painted the soul glanced at Gan Tianqing, "Say hello to your pavilion master on my behalf!"

"Senior, don't worry!" Gan Tianqing hurriedly bowed.

"Take care of yourself, so that you can do it yourself!" the words of the old man who painted the soul seemed to be said to everyone. Then, he actually stepped out and went straight to the broken domain gate. (To be continued......)