The magic coffin goes out to sea, covering all things, and stands tall in the world!

In the entire cold plain, the most affected was the lazy god-killing boy. Fang Cai, the four spirits were killed, and the four pavilion masters of Xuantian were broken together.

And that lazy young man, worthy of his own name of killing God, with one enemy against four, actually stood firmly.

The dust and smoke have dissipated, and the original ravines have become sinkholes. Endless blood mist was scattered in the air, the slightest fishy smell hit the nose, and the killing intent rose.

Lust for blood Shura, formless and formless. The god-killing boy stood in the void, his expression unchanged.

However, the four pavilion masters of the Xuantian Heaven, except for the Motor Pavilion master's face was slightly pale and his injuries were relatively light, the other three pavilion masters all spurted blood from their mouths, and the appearance of the spirit beast was shaky.

For such a result, although the four of them had expected it, when it really happened, they still gasped in their hearts. The person who can control the blood desire Shura is too terrifying.

What kind of combat power is that?

"It's worthy of a bloodthirsty Shura!" This time, Gan Tianqing didn't consume his Divine Dragon Nine Transformations, but his injuries were already extremely serious.

"However, you didn't kill any of us! I'm afraid the power you gained is still limited. Gan Tianqing looked at the god-killing boy coldly.

And, at this moment, seven thousand miles away, Amu's demon coffin suddenly went to sea, and the coercion spread for thousands of miles.

"Nine coffins! Demon coffins?"

The god-killing young man suddenly stood with his eyebrows, and his lazy look was swept away, replaced by a strange look.

Woo-woo

For some reason, the blood mist in the void actually let out low weeping and wailing. The blood mist seemed to have endless life. It was a very strange and terrifying feeling.

Goodbye, the young man's hands quickly sealed. The Indian method is quite peculiar. I'm afraid it's also very old. With that seal, the young man in the ragged jacket actually gradually melted into the blood mist.

The blood mist was like a quagmire, and the boy seemed to be gradually swallowed. In an instant, the blood mist completely enveloped the young man, turned into a ball of blood, and flew straight in the direction of Amu.

"Stop him!" Gan Tianqing shouted, and at the same time, he was the first to fly. The other three pavilion masters also flew away. But I couldn't stop it.

The red butterflies flew wildly, and Gan Tianqing's red clothes transformed and were directly scattered. Xuanfeng and Jinlin sprayed blood wildly and fell to the ground. The Lord of the Turtle Pavilion. The long whip shook, as if intending to entangle the blood mist.

But. "Smack". The long whip was directly cut into two pieces by the blood mass.

"Wow-" The Ink Turtle Pavilion Master, who had always been okay, also spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood mass formed by the god-killing boy disappeared in an instant.

............

The magic coffin has appeared!

This is a situation that the White Killing Heavenly Immortals of the Immortal Killing Hall have definitely never imagined. At that moment, he felt like killing the Immortal Palace. Maybe someone took advantage of it.

Among the nine coffins, how could the heir of any coffin be dealt with lightly? This business of Drunken Demon Luo seems to contain too many conspiracies.

But. Although the coercion of the demon coffin is powerful, it cannot completely imprison the immortal-level white killing. It's just that the other two Xuan Immortal Nine Layers are not so lucky.

The demon coffin appeared suddenly, and they lost their minds for a moment. The battle between high-level immortals, in an instant, was decided by life and death.

Red Night and Blood Moon are tasked with killing them, and unless something happens to Amu, they won't disturb their murderous intentions. Whirring fist wind, without the slightest stop.

Boom-boom-boom

Suddenly, there were two unwilling screams. Red Night, Blood Moon, two punches respectively hit the front heart of the Xuantian Ninefold. The fist broke the heart, the immortal heart scattered, and the two Xuan Immortals turned into blood mist directly.

At the same time, the two Xuan Immortal Blood Soul Guards suddenly turned around and went straight to the White Killing Heavenly Immortals.

"Huh?" As soon as the demon coffin came out, the shape turned sharply, and when the white killing immortal saw it, he wanted to return the sword in an instant. However, at that moment, the seal in Amu's hand changed.

The demon coffin, with the coercion of the ages, went straight to the white killing immortals. Within the Three Realms, the immortals who dared to shake the physical demon coffin had not been encountered by Amu until now.

"Hmph! Even if there is a demon coffin, you can't kill me!" Bai Killing Heavenly Immortal is not a wild speech, because the coercion of the demon coffin cannot completely imprison him.

At this time, he naturally understood that he would definitely not be able to kill Amu today, but he definitely still had the ability to escape. However, at the moment when his mind moved, his figure faded.

In the void, a white shadow, with a green light, arrived in an instant.

"He can't kill you, but I can!" The white shadow's voice was very calm, even a little flat. However, that is an absolute kill.

He shoots and shows no mercy!

"Poof—"

It's a pity, killing immortals in vain, peerless killers. At this moment, I didn't even see the appearance of the person who came clearly. There was only a white shadow, a green light, and in his single eye, only a flying silver hair was reflected.

The cyan sword flew from nowhere. With only one sword, the White Killing Heavenly Immortal did not have any power to resist, and even he heard the sound of the immortal sword piercing through his body.

With a sword, his immortal heart was shattered. That is also the last memory of the White Killing Immortal in this world.

Kill the immortals in vain and fall in an instant.

The silver-haired man in white did not stop in the slightest. Because, thousands of miles away, a blood mist, like thunder, wind and clouds, roaring.

At this time, the demon coffin hung in the sky, but the blood mist was not affected in the slightest. At that speed, an endless blood shadow turned out, interspersed like a dragon, and went straight to Amu.

That blood mist seems to contain a storage that can definitely compete with the demon coffin.

Hmm-roar-

In the blood group, I don't know if it was the young man's howl, or the angry cry of the blood-thirsty Shura.

The loud sound bursts, and thousands of miles echo. The whole snowfield was trembling.

At this time, the man in white, holding a fairy sword, swirled with immortal energy, and the clear stream was endless. He stood between heaven and earth, suspended in the snow. Long silver hair with a faint glow.

No one can see his cultivation clearly!

In the face of the strange blood group that shook the four pavilion masters of the Xuantian Pavilion, his expression was calm and calm.

Fly, sword!

A clear stream with a sword can be compared to piercing the clouds!

Thousands of blue streamers, as if they want to split the entire high sky and the snowfield. It was a truly earth-shattering sword, far superior to Fang Cai's sword that killed the immortals in vain.

............

At this time, even if you are thousands of miles away, you should be able to see the cyan lightning that crosses the sky on the Cold Plains of the Blood North.

In Hanji Town, the old man of the Tang family, slightly bent over, stood in the center of the cross street.

"A sword clears the stream! Such a world-famous immortal sword was even born! I don't know who is holding it?

At this time, the snow on the long street of the cross is getting heavier and heavier, which is a situation that has not been seen for thousands of years. The long street was empty, everyone seemed to have gone home, and all the shops were closed.

Fluttering Ridge -

Two snow doves, piercing through the snow curtain, landed on the old man's shoulders. It's just that at this time, the old man of the Tang family seems to be a little tired, and he doesn't want to know the answer.

"Let's go home! I only hope that Hanji Town can escape this catastrophe!" the old man of the Tang family sighed, and then took the two snow pigeons and turned around and entered the shop.

The door of the small shop was closed, like a black night.

At the same time, in different directions, thousands of miles away, there was a blood-red mountain. It was a lonely mountain, standing abruptly on a snowy field. On the top of the mountain, there are three people standing.

Two of them were in black armor, and they were dressed in black coats with a dark red gold rim. Those were two Xuan Immortal-level armor black clothes. In front of them, there stood an armored monk dressed in a blood-red haze.

"Shopkeeper, shall we still do it?" asked one of the black-clad men in black armor.

If Amu Lishui and the others were there at this time, they would definitely be able to hear that this was the armored black-clothed man who had intercepted and killed them with the Killing Immortal Hall on the Battle Spirit Continent.

The armored monk in the blood-red coat at the head was slightly silent, and then slowly shook his head.

"The devil's coffin has appeared! The silver-haired torture has flown out! We have lost the opportunity. If, the young man who killed the Immortal Palace, he couldn't compete with the demon coffin, we could only wait for the news of the big shopkeeper! Perhaps, in just three or five hundred years, it would be perfect!"

The red-armored monk looked up to the sky and sighed, while the two black-clad armored men behind him nodded.

For a moment, the entire mountain was silent. Hibernation, waiting! This is the process that many people who have achieved great things must go through.

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Boom - Rumble -

The sword light is in the middle of the blood mist. The sword qi scattered, and the blood mist flew wildly. The earth-shattering loud sound was like cracking the heavens and the earth. On the snow, there are cold and dark sword marks.

The silver-haired man flew and the man in white flew out directly upside down for hundreds of feet. In the void, like a white cloud, it fell in front of Amu and the others.

Three thousand years ago, the wind and frost of Shura have never changed, the appearance of that otherworldly man. Silver hair up to the waist, radiant!

Because, he is the Holy Envoy of the Fei Clan, the Purple Heavenly Punishment!

"Silver-haired torture flying!" Amu and Lishui called out at the same time.

On the Blood Moon Continent, I finally saw the old man, and for a while, Amu left the water and had mixed feelings. It's just that at this time, the shape is critical, and the two sides have no time to say more.

Moreover, although Xing Fei's demeanor is still the same, but just a plan to fight it out made his face pale and obviously injured.

"Hahaha!"

The shrill laughter resounded through the heavens and the earth. The blood mist dissipated slightly, revealing the young man's face.

It's just that at this time, that face was full of evil, and endless black qi was surging in the outer layer of the blood mist. (To be continued......)