The night was vast, and Wen Muran and Xiao Luo stood outside the All Saints Palace.

Bang - Bang - Bang - Bang -

At this time, in the Halloween Palace, there was a sudden sound of watching, and it was another midnight.

If at this time, in the Palace of All Saints, you must be able to see all the statues of the gods emitting green light, and then the mist is thick and misty. This is a moment when all the disciples in the Palace of All Saints retreat in peace.

However, Wen Muran and Xiao Luoxin were not here, and they did not come to enter the Ten Thousand Saints Palace.

I saw that Wen Muran pinched a seal with one hand, and then directly flew out a gray light. The gray light spread out in the void and instantly became invisible.

Wen Muran and Xiao Luo didn't speak, they just looked in the direction of the Ten Thousand Saints Palace, and there was silence for a while.

Soon after the gray light dispersed, I saw a sudden fluctuation in the void.

Two figures, black and white, appeared.

Those two black and white figures were none other than the two black and white priests who had been sitting cross-legged on the cangwu floor of the Ten Thousand Saints Palace of the Immortal Ghost Sect, the two high-level Great Perfection powers of Soul Scattering.

The black and white priests have a respected status in the Immortal Ghost Sect, and they can easily not go down to the Cangwu Tower. Three days ago, they had just arrived at the gates of hell, but they had returned in vain. Unexpectedly, now it is here again.

The black and white priest stood in the void, and when he saw Wen Muran and Xiao Luo, his expression changed instantly, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Xiao Luo's expression was still the same, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

And Wen Muran looked at the two of them, with a complicated look in his eyes, and then smiled faintly, and said: "The Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Desolation, the black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect! I haven't seen them for more than 9,000 years, and they are already the high-level Great Perfection of Scattered Souls, so the two of you must be fine! ”

Wen Muran's tone was extremely calm, but the words were strange, that is, like greetings from old friends, and like compliments and politeness, especially the word "immortal", although it was ordinary, it seemed to have thousands of emotions.

Moreover, when Wen Muran was saying something, his body was straight, his eyes kept staring at the black and white priest, and under the faint eyes, it seemed to contain thousands of killing intentions.

And after Wen Muran finished speaking, the black and white priest's face suddenly showed a look of panic, and he almost didn't dare to look directly into Wen Muran's eyes.

"My subordinates have not seen Xingjun for nine thousand years, and my subordinates are terrified for a while, don't blame Xingjun!" The black and white priest actually knelt down on one knee at the same time, bowed and worshipped, and did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.

Wen Muran stood proudly, without the slightest intention of hindering, willing to accept the worship of the two, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled faintly.

This scene, if it is seen by the monks on the sea waste, I am afraid that it will be hung up directly. This is simply explosive information.

In terms of identity, they are the black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect, and even if they see the sect master of the Immortal Ghost Sect, they will never bow down on one knee. In terms of cultivation, they were two high-level Great Perfection monks who scattered souls, and they were all supreme masters in the entire Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture. Three days ago, even in the face of the Tribulation Realm Cultivator Meng Soul, they still had the strength to compete.

But such a powerful man with a high status is now willing to bow down to the one-armed Wen Muran, who is only a middle-level consummation of scattered souls.

The Scattered Soul High Order Great Perfection knelt down to worship the Scattered Soul Intermediate Great Perfection, such a thing is unheard of.

But it's happening now. It's just that the current space has long been sealed by them, and no one can see or hear it except for the four people in front of them.

Wen Muran looked seriously at the black and white priest of the Immortal Ghost Sect who was kneeling on one knee in front of him, and only after a long time did he sigh and said, "Get up!

"Xie Xingjun!" Wen Muran replied, and the black and white priest stood up respectfully.

In fact, although they have been waiting for the summoning for the past 9,000 years, when they are really called, they are still somewhat in a trance. Fortunately, they were all Soul Scattering High Rank Great Perfection cultivators, and they were able to adjust themselves quickly.

"Yes, nine thousand years, you haven't forgotten your identity!" Wen Muran had a faint smile on his face.

"Nine thousand years have passed, and the two subordinates have never forgotten their mission day and night! This time it was the black-robed priest who spoke.

"Black wolf, white wolf!" Wen Muran suddenly snorted.

"Subordinates!" This time, the black and white priests did not hesitate in the slightest, although such a title was very far away for them, but they really did not forget their true identity. At the same time, they knew that if they hesitated to answer, they would be doubted by the first wise man of the wilderness.

At the center of the eyebrows of the two people, a green mark appeared, which were the heads of two wolves that roared at the moon, lifelike.

This is their natal imprint. The black wolf and the white wolf were the most mysterious killing stars in the Taihuang Gate back then.

"Very good!" Wen Muran seemed to show a sincere smile for the first time, "It is worthy of being a cronie of the greedy wolf star monarch back then, and I and the greedy wolf are not mistaken!"

Then, Wen Muran turned his head to Xiao Luo and said, "Childe, this is the black wolf and white wolf under the Greedy Wolf Star Monarch of the Taihuangmen Gate back then. Taihuangmen, the Seven Star Monarchs, the Seven Heavens. The greedy wolf belongs to the dark liliang and is not known. The black and white wolves are even more unknown. Back then, the Phantom Flower Rebellion was powerless to return to the sky, so I arranged for them to enter the Immortal Ghost Sect. ”

In fact, Wen Muran has said it to Xiao Luo many times about these. Now when he saw the real person, especially when he saw the two of them kneeling down to worship Wen Muran and the Wolf Ministry's natal imprint, Xiao Luo once again realized how powerful the Taihuang Gate was in the past, and he also admired Wen Muran's methods even more.

Back then, the phantom flower swept the Taihuang Gate, and the blood stained the sea and the desolate Shenzhou, no one could stop it, and the Three Realms changed color for it.

The foundation of the Taihuangmen for tens of thousands of years has almost been uprooted, the bones are like mountains, and the blood is flowing like a river.

But in that situation, Wen Muran was able to steal the sky and change the day, hide the sky and cross the sea, and lay countless backhands to save a part of the Taihuang Gate.

Although these liliang can't be compared with the Taihuangmen of the past, this scheming intelligence is by no means very comparable.

Xiao Luo thought in his heart, and at the same time took a step forward, bowed to the black and white priests, and said, "Xiao Luo greets the two seniors!"

The attention of the black and white priest was on Wen Muran, although he also paid attention to Xiao Luo, but at that time, he just thought that this young man who was a little bewitching was probably Wen Muran's disciple.

But just after hearing Wen Muran's name for him, and now hearing Xiao Luo's self-registered surname, he couldn't help but look at Wen Muran together, with a slightly surprised look in his eyes.

The surname Xiao has a very special meaning for the Taihuang Gate, because the name of the emperor of the Taihuang Gate is Xiao Tianting.

The Xiao bloodline is the most orthodox Taihuang bloodline. But back then, I didn't hear that anyone in the Xiao family escaped.

Wen Muran nodded and smiled, "That's right! His name is Xiao Luo." Heaven does not die, I am too desolate, when the door was destroyed, Zimei was already pregnant, and escaped from the Valley of Ten Thousand Desolations after being seriously injured, which left this bit of blood and bones. He is the Taihuang bloodline, the grandson of the Great Emperor!"

"Grandson of the Great Emperor?" the black and white priest's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Meet the young master!" These two high-level Great Perfection monks who scattered souls were extremely excited, and they actually saw tears in the corners of their eyes. The two of them did not hesitate, and fell to one knee again, which was from the bottom of their hearts.

Back then, Wen Muran had a foresight and arranged everything before the phantom flower blood washed the Ten Thousand Desolation Valley. The black wolf and the white wolf were not in the Valley of Ten Thousand Desolations at all, but they later heard what a tragic battle it was.

There are hundreds of thousands of disciples in the Valley of Ten Thousand Desolations, and there are very few who can escape. The Xiao family was even locked by the phantom flower, and no one remained.

Originally, the black wolf and the white wolf did not have the luxury of being able to zaijian too wild people, and after nine thousand years of waiting, they were almost desperate. However, they didn't expect that today they would not only see the former Star Monarch, but also see the Taihuang bloodline, how could they not be excited?

"Two seniors, please get up!" Xiao Luo hurriedly supported the two. For these old people who survived the Taihuang Sect, Xiao Luo is respectful from the bottom of his heart.

"Soul Cultivation High-level Great Perfection!" The black and white priest is now cultivating to a higher realm than Wen Muran, and he already knows Xiao Luo's cultivation realm as soon as his divine sense turns.

"Demon Cultivation Body!" the black and white priest said in a loud voice almost at the same time.

"In the past nine thousand years, God has blessed the wilderness! He has been reincarnated for ten lifetimes, and he will eventually obtain a demon body, and we will finally have the capital to make a comeback. Wen Muran said with a long sigh. Only he knows the pain of this tenth reincarnation and the scheming that he and Xiao Luo have spent for 9,000 years.

"Reincarnation X!" the black and white priest raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say much. With their realm cultivation, how could they not know the suffering that extraordinary people could bear?

The pain of reincarnation is hard to describe.

There was a slight silence, and the four people present seemed to be looking back on the nine thousand years. They are all remnants of the wilderness, nine thousand years, and they are all working in different ways to revive the wilderness.

After a while, Wen Muran broke the silence.

"Is there any progress in the matter of the ghost coffin?" Wen Muran said.

When the black and white priests heard this, they each sighed, and their faces showed too much helplessness.

"Hui Xingjun, for nine thousand years, we have been looking for the ghost coffin. However, there has not been much progress. Although we are the black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect, not to mention the vast sea wilderness, there are two regions in the Immortal Ghost Sect, and we can't step into them!" said the black-clothed priest.

"Oh?" Wen Muran said in surprise, "The black and white priest of the Immortal Ghost Sect almost dominates the entire Immortal Ghost Sect, is there anything else you can't touch?"

"Both of these places are on the Netherworld, one is the hell of the Netherworld, and the other is the top of the Netherworld!" said the white-clothed priest.

"Oh?" Wen Muran frowned slightly. He knew in his heart that the black wolf and the white wolf could hide their true identities for nine thousand years and become the priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect, and they must have exhausted their means, but they could not enter these two regions, which was enough to show its difficulty.

"The Netherworld Mountain is guarded by Tribulation Realm monks, and the top of the Netherworld Mountain is the Ghost Saint...... A place of practice. The black-clad priest said.

"Ghost Saint!" Wen Muran's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the dark Netherworld Mountain, "Is he still so powerful, and at the same time so shameless?"

Above the sea wilderness, it is also a strange thing that someone actually commented on the legendary ghost saint who is above the master of scattered souls. Wen Muran's mad nature is also undoubtedly revealed.

In the past, there were seven star monarchs under the throne of the emperor of the gate, which took the meaning of the Big Dipper. Greedy Wolf, Giant Gate, Lu Cun, Wenqu, Lian Zhen, Wuqu, and the Seven Star Monarchs of the Broken Army, command the seven heavens, each performing its own duties.

Wenqu Xingjun Wen Muran, in the past, was a false tribulation monk, only one step away from the catastrophe, and he was the first think tank in the wilderness. It's just that Providence makes people, and now Wen Muran's cultivation has been knocked down to the middle level of Scattered Souls, and he can't make any further progress in his life.

Xiu Wei was not there, but it did not change Wen Muran's temperament in the slightest.

Perhaps, this kind of temperament is the soul of the Taihuangmen who once dared to compete with Purple Ghost City.