Taihuang Wenwu Shuangqu is definitely the most amazing generation of characters in the sea wilderness Shenzhou in the past 10,000 years.

Wen Muran, dressed in green clothes, talked and laughed, strategized, and won the sea famine.

Wu Aotian, two blue Yue, fighting, looking at the world, crisscrossing China.

However, no matter how great a person is, he will fall. Even if he was 10,000 years ago, the invincible Canghai Immortal Venerable of the Three Realms.

Ten thousand years of time, Wen Muran's temples are dyed with frost, and Wu Aotian is wearing a monk's robe. In fact, the choice of faith for such a character can no longer be simply divided into right and wrong. There are so many things they have endured in their lives, and they all have their own reasons.

At this moment, in the void of Brahma Temple, Wen Muran and Wu Aotian, and Zhou were all burning with thousands of flames. Wen Muran was dressed in gray flames, holding the Chaos Ancient Banner. Wu Aotian was dressed in golden flames, holding the Heavenly Shuangyue in his hand.

At this time, no one cared about their cultivation realm. The civil and military double, everything on display, moved everyone.

"Kill!" the two men shouted in unison, as if encouraging each other.

Former brothers, for the sake of their own beliefs, have to live and die together in a different way - together.

Wen Muran smiled weirdly, the moment he knew that the old monk in front of him was Wuqu, maybe Wen Muran decided to do this. And Wu Aotian's death in the hands of Wen Muran is also a relief, so it is too desolate. If you kill Wen Muran, you will live up to the Buddha.

The two of them raised their cultivation to the extreme, and then turned into streamers and rushed towards each other.

Neither of them left any room for themselves, or for their brothers. It's an attack, it's a suicide.

"Boom-"

In the void of the Brahma Temple, there was a shaking, and many people were unstable under their feet.

Immediately, the brilliant brilliance soared into the sky and dispersed, like fireworks in the night.

Even if in the sun, Wen Muran and Wu Aotian's hearts and souls were scattered, they were all colorful, without the slightest bleakness.

"As soon as you enter the wilderness and turn into seven stars, you and my brothers, life and death together!"

The oath of the Seven Star Monarchs of the Taihuang Dynasty was still in their ears, and they would never have thought that they would end each other in such a way, living and dying together like this.

"The seven stars are too wild, and the light is barren to the sea. Wen has Mu Ran, Wu has Aotian!"

Among the Seven Great Star Monarchs of the Taihuang Wilderness, the two brightest stars have finally fallen.

At this time, on a peak outside Yunpeng Mountain, an old man in a black shirt and white eyebrows stood with his hands in his hands. He was full of bearing, majestic, and there were endless vicissitudes in his eyes, but at this time, a turbid tear rolled down.

"Mu Ran, you finally chose to leave me!, however, I must be right!" The eyes of the Emperor of the Desolation flashed with unrepentant determination.

Western Blackwater.

A mysterious team of centaurs is located in an enchantment outside the Holy Domain. The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in a black coat, and his murderous aura was incomparable. At the center of the eyebrows, an ink-colored star mark adds a bit of coldness.

"Hmm!" At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly covered his heart, because there was a sudden pain there.

"Xingjun!" a scattered soul next to him frowned.

"It's okay!" the black-robed middle-aged man waved his hand, and at the same time an ominous premonition hit his heart.

"Mu Ran, is I the only one left in the Seven Star Monarchs?" The black-robed middle-aged man was the one who was sent by Murong Huang to the Black Water.

Behind him is the most elite Liliang of Taihuangmen. They were waiting for Murong Huang's next order.

Brahma Temple, Seven Buddha Hall, First Buddha Hall.

When Wu Aotian's soul flew away, the three Buddhas of Brahma slowly opened their eyes.

"Cause and effect are complete. Heavenly punishment, the demons in the heart have been solved, and only then can they be liberated from the past life!"

As he spoke, the three Buddhas of Brahma formed a Dharma seal in their hands, and a green light flew out of the first Buddha hall.

In front of the Brahma Temple.

At this time, many great powers witnessed the ending of the Taihuang Wenwu Shuangqu, and they all felt something and sighed. Although the positions are different, no one can otherwise Wen Muran and Wu Aotian are amazingly talented.

In the void, Wen Muran and Wu Aotian seemed to have a wisp of remnant souls, and the five-colored brilliance lingered.

fluttering, in the direction of Brahma's backyard, a green leaf suddenly flew in.

"Amitabha!" Master Tianlun recited the Buddha's name, "Bodhi leaf!"

Back then, the Buddha was enlightened under the Bodhi tree, so Bodhi has a different meaning for Buddhist disciples.

"Amitabha!" At this time, almost all the monks of Brahma Temple recited the Buddha's name.

zaijian, that Bodhi leaf circled in the void, and then directly rolled up a cloud of colored mangs, that should be the remnant soul of Wuqu Xingjun.

On the Bodhi leaf, the light was magnified, and the scattered soul of Wuqu Xingjun gradually disappeared, and the Bodhi leaf actually gradually disappeared.

At the same time, in the void, a figure suddenly appeared.

White clothes like snow, black hair like ink. With a pale and bewitching face, Xiao Luo stepped out of the void.

"Sir—"

As soon as Xiao Luo raised his hand, an incomparably soft calamity was dispersed, gathering the remaining five-colored brilliance. But even if Xiao Luo cultivates and cultivates to the sky, he can't save Wen Muran. Because, to some extent, Wen Muran committed suicide.

"Sir, Xiao Luo is late......"

"You weishenme don't wait for me to come back......"

"Sir......" Speaking of this, Xiao Luo was already in tears.

For 10,000 years, Wen Muran has never left Xiao Luo.

From swaddling clothes to robbery, Wen Muran has always stood behind Xiao Luo.

In the tenth reincarnation, Xiao Luo has suffered a thousand hardships and tasted all kinds of sins, but he has always been guarded and supported by Wen Muran by his side.

10,000 years together, guarded. Wen Muran poured all his heart and soul into Xiao Luo.

For Xiao Luo, Wen Muran is a master and a father!

If you say that the most important person in Xiao Luo's life must not be the Emperor of Taihuang, or even Murong Huang, but Wen Muran.

Wen Muran carefully cultivated Xiao Luo, but Xiao Luo may not understand Wen Muran.

"Sir, weishenme?" Holding the five-colored brilliance in his hand, Xiao Luo was really puzzled.

"I'd rather suffer eternal doom than seek liberation from the saints!" Xiao Luo said miserably, "Sir, what are you asking for?"

Xiao Luo's question, Wen Muran was already unable to answer.

Xiao Xiao's tears scattered into the void and sprinkled in the five-colored light in his hands. With this tear, Wen Muran may be able to rest in peace.

Because, Xiao Luo can already stand alone.

"The Great Desolation Lasts Eternal, and the Star Monarch is Immortal!" At this time, the three major calamities of the Taihuang Gate suddenly fell to one knee.

"Wow-"

Outside the Brahma Temple, there were nearly 10,000 people from the Taihuang Gate, and at this time, they knelt down in unison, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

"The desolation lasts forever, and the star monarch is immortal!"

Tens of thousands of people shouted, and the clouds and mountains echoed endlessly.

"Boom, boom—"

At this time, at the foot of Yunpeng Mountain, the iron horses of the three million Great Murong Dynasty neighed, and the military artillery rang out in unison.

"Boom, boom—"

The sound of artillery continued to be in the sky, and it seemed that they were mourning for Wen Muran.

Xiao Luo gradually stopped his sad voice and slowly put away the five-colored light in his palm.

"Ahem, ahem—" There was a violent cough, and Xiao Luo's face was bloody, and then he slowly raised his head.

The demon eyes opened, and the eyes of Xiao Luo did not see the pupils, only the empty white demonic light.

He looked at all the great powers on the sea wilderness, the many high monks of the Brahma Temple, and it was an undying hatred.

This is the real Demon Body of the Ages!

"You have to pay for the wilderness, you have to be buried for your husband!" Xiao Luo's tone was extremely slow, but the strong killing intent spread out like a tangible thing.

All the great powers of the sea wilderness frowned. It's not complete fear, but Xiao Luo's chilling killing intent is too amazing and makes people shudder.

The cultivation of Xiao Luo's realm did not surpass everyone, and he was even lower than Master Tianlun, as well as Dongfang Zhan. However, the aura on Xiao Luo's body is definitely something that these people don't have.

Dressed in a white robe, but the black demonic aura rose. Those empty eyes, demonic Sensen.

Xiao Luo's bewitching face had an evil smile.

"On the sea wasteland, is the Eastern family the first in terms of combat power?" Xiao Luo sneered, and before the words fell, the person had disappeared in place.

In an instant, that white shadow appeared among the Eastern Clan.

Fast as lightning, Xiao Luo probed with his left hand, and a black light went straight to the eastern battle.

"Hmm!" Dongfang Zhan never thought that Xiao Luo would dare to act like this.

The fire calamity coercive instinct was released, but this coercion was useless to the demon cultivator. At the same time, Dongfang Zhan retreated sharply, and the red glow on his body suddenly rose, which was his talisman.

You must know that Dongfang Zhan has just been seriously injured at this time, and I am afraid that he is really not Xiao Luo's opponent. That is, Dongfang Zhan is a fire robbery monk, otherwise Xiao Luo will kill him this time.

However, the other monks of the Dongfang family were not as lucky as Dongfang Zhan.

Xiao Luo forced back the eastern battle with one move, and did not chase again, but moved his body to the left, and made a move with his left and right hands at the same time.

"Bang-"

The power of the Demon Tribulation was dispersed, and a high-level Great Perfection of the Eastern Family was a Soul Scattering High-level Great Perfection, and a Void Tribulation couldn't dodge Xiao Luo's killing move at all.

"Ahh

screamed in unison, and the two masters were pierced through their hearts by Xiao Luo's demonic energy, and their hearts and souls were shattered, and they fell directly.

"Huh?" the sea wilderness is powerful, and everyone is frightened.

Xiao Luo was as fast as a ghost, retreated backwards, and then stood in the middle of the field, the magic intent was as surging.

"Who dares to fight on the sea wasteland?"