Hanji Zhu Xiu, symbiotic ghost coffin.

For a time, the blood-red coffin hung in the air, emitting thousands of red rays, reflecting the heavens and the earth. The breath of blood disperses like fog and rolls up like the wind.

Hahaha-

The ghost laughed and shook the sky, and on the long cross street, suddenly, the shadows of thousands of wandering spirits appeared.

Those geismas, originally sealed by the cross, would appear every full moon night. It's just that the average person can't see it at all. However, it has not appeared tonight, and for some reason, it suddenly appeared.

Moreover, everyone who paid attention to Hanji Town saw the sinful geist. All faces are hideous and terrifying.

However, instead of wandering along the long street, those wandering spirits struggled, drifting into the void, drifting straight to the blood coffin, as if that was their destination.

The blood coffin hangs in the sky, and the wandering spirits dance wildly. The entire Hanji Town, divided into four, is red underground, gushing endlessly, almost unrecognizable.

At this time, the power of Drunken Demon Luo had already moved. Because, they not only want to get the coffin, but also gather the soul. Those thousands of wandering spirits were exactly what they wanted.

In the void, two figures were directly revealed.

One of them, dressed in brocade clothes and slightly chubby, stood in the void.

That is the second shopkeeper of the drunken demon Luo, the star monarch of the Taihuang Gate. Lu Cun Xingjun, his hands are sealed. The green jade wrench on the thumb of his left hand instantly dispersed the faint green glow, which was very weird.

Drunken Moluo, drunk in the Demon Continent for more than 3,000 years, just to absorb the soul of the Shura. Because, only the sea wilderness, Shura, and immeasurable, the soul of the three realms is integrated, or the shadow of the human coffin can be seen.

A qiē is for the coffin.

And the drunken demon Rory, all the Shura soul qi gathered. It's all in the green jade wrench fingers of the two shopkeepers. It's actually a terrifying power.

It's just that at present, Yiqiē is not yet complete. The soul of the drunkard. There are still many things to do, but Murong Huang knows that he can't wait another three hundred years.

This is one of the most important purposes of Murong Huang and Xiao Luo.

The green jade wrenched his fingers, and a trace of Shura's soul power emitted resonated with those geistes, and then directly began to detain those geists on the long street.

The soul power carried by those wandering spirits is even more pure than the soul power of the monks that the drunken demon Luo absorbs on weekdays. That was Murong Huang. The power required.

If the soul qi of the two realms was in his hand, he would hold half of the coffin in his hand.

Soul snatching with the coffin! In the ancient house in the north of Hanji Town. Murong Huang's eyes, who did not move, narrowed slightly. Because, he was a little puzzled, why those wandering spirits went straight to the ghost coffin.

The legendary ghost coffin. It shouldn't be a coffin of souls. Murong Huang's heart couldn't help but move slightly.

And at this time. Another figure in the void was a gray robe and a hat. It was the gray-clothed monk who followed Murong Huang on the vast snowfield that day.

The grayfriar, not to gather souls, but to take the coffin.

Goodbye Greyfriar, with a wave of one hand, the power of the immortals. It suddenly spread out and rolled directly towards the blood-red ghost coffin. This is since the ghost coffin appeared. The first person to snatch the ghost coffin directly.

The two of them made a move, and how could Hanji Zhu Xiu sit idly by?

The corners of Tang Nu's mouth curled, and he smiled coldly, finally someone appeared! This is the result he needs. That's not enough, though. The sick boy, the red-clothed Shen Ming, did not show up.

At this time, the embroidered woman and the big man who struck iron had already greeted the giant star monarch and the gray-clothed monk respectively.

Embroidered woman, one-handed seal, reciting mantra in her mouth.

Goodbye to his one-handed hand, silver needles in the sky, starry dots, tens of thousands. Those silver needles were directly covered by the giant gate Xingjun. It was an indiscriminate attack, the Heavenly Immortal Silver Needle, which was enough to kill a person of the same level.

And the big man who struck the iron, the move was simpler, just a punch, and it hit the gray-clothed monk directly. That punch was extremely ordinary, but it was domineering and powerful, but it had a bit of the taste of being too wild and ruined.

The two monks in Hanji Town are indeed not bad. Embroidered girl, the double realm of immortals. Playing the iron man, the immortal triple dà is complete.

However, their opponents are too strong and powerful.

Lu Cun Xingjun, although it is only a heavenly immortal triple, but the silver needle of the embroidered girl flies, Lu Cun Xingjun just smiled coldly. Then with a flick of one hand, the green jade wrench on the finger showed the green mang.

It contains endless Shura soul power, which can be crushed by ordinary high-level immortals.

Those silver flying needles were imprisoned in an instant, and then completely plated with a layer of green light, and suddenly rolled back, and the green light was faint, and went straight to the embroidery girl.

The embroidery girl, although she saw that the other party's realm was better than herself, never expected that the silver needle she was proud of would be beaten back like this. This is not a level gap at all.

Moreover, the most lethal thing is those silver needles, which have completely lost their control. Lu Cun Xingjun, just a moment, completely erased the divine sense on her flying needle.

"Not good!" the embroidery girl screamed, but there was no way to dodge.

There is no magic weapon and special magic against the sky, and the realm and level of cultivation are determined. It's a fine line, but it's enough to kill you.

The silver needles that flew back were already full of poison.

The green mangs flickered, straight through a qiē!

The embroidery girl failed to block those flying needles, and I don't know how many flying needles pierced her body directly. No wailing, no screaming, because one qiē is too fast.

Lu Cun Xingjun's poison, how can it be ordinary? In an instant, the green smoke rose, and the embroidered girl directly disappeared her soul. Hanji embroidered Niang, who actually died under her own destiny.

Tang Nu and the shopkeeper of the hotel couldn't help but raise their eyebrows. This was somewhat unexpected.

On the other side, the Greyfriar, is even more direct.

The Iron Man attacked with his fist, and the Grey Monk reached out with one hand, his fingers slightly curled, resembling dragon claws. The faint green glow lingers on the fingertips, like an electric arc.

It should be hard to hit hard, one claw to one punch!

This move is exactly the same as the one used when he dealt with Amu and the Demon Coffin in the Valley of Innocence. Because, that's a person.

Back then, the three major killers of the wilderness - greedy wolf!

Boom-boom-

It was just a claw, and the man who struck the iron flew out directly, and in the process of flying upside down, his body exploded directly.

The difference in level made the two major monks of Hanji Town vulnerable in front of the reincarnated and reborn Taihuang Star Monarch with different abilities.

"It's worthy of the ancient stars!Hades Venerable, you really have eyesight!" At this time, the ordinary woman in the inn, who also entered the town at dusk, couldn't help but smile coldly.

In her hand, at this time, the one hundred and eight gray beads were entangled. In each gray bead, there is a netherworld ancient soul sealed.

Netherworld Reincarnation Orb! The treasure of the Netherworld.

At this time, the woman's face and clothes gradually changed, revealing her true appearance. Wearing a black dress, the curved figure is faintly visible. The face is peerless, cold and proud.

That's naturally the mysterious black gauze girl!

"However, your shot seems to be a little early!" the black gauze woman muttered to herself.

At this time, on the long street of the cross, Lu Cun Xingjun gathered his soul, and the greedy wolf Xingjun had already arrived in front of the red ghost coffin. The townspeople of Hanji seemed to be all stunned by Fang Cai's qiē.

Tang Nu and the shopkeeper of the hotel glanced at each other, but no one moved. They believe that now that two people from Hanji Town have died, then those who came to snatch the ghost coffin should have more than one family showing up.

Within reach!

Murong Huang in the ancient mansion in Zhenbei felt a pang in his heart, because he had an ominous premonition.

That's not a ghost coffin! This kind of thought made Murong Huang's mind feel like a lightning bolt. At this time, he had already mobilized the forces of Drunken Demon Luo and the Great Murong Dynasty to move closer to Hanji.

Moreover, at this time, the great war in Xuenan must have begun. One qiē, can't stop at all!

And at this moment, three extreme murderous auras outside Hanji Town attacked through the air.

Killer! Shura Realm, the top killer!

Cold and cold, three white clothes, three long swords, went straight to the two star monarchs of Lu Cun and Greedy Wolf. (To be continued......)

PS: (There's something going on today, that's all.) At the same time, it was corrected: The fat man who followed Murong Huang in Hanji Town was Lu Cun Xingjun, and the dwarf who confronted the Lord of the Divine Dragon Pavilion outside Immortal Town was Jumen Xingjun, and the first three chapters were written incorrectly. Sorry everyone!)