The snowflakes dissipate, and the coldness is slightly cool. In the void, half of the sun is hanging high, and no clouds are seen.

The sun is sunny and the snow is set, which is also a wonder of Hanji, but the people in Hanji Town are used to it. However, on the second day of the Blood Moon Night, they are always a little lazy and tired.

The intersection of the Cross Street is relatively lively, with occasional hawking sounds. It is still the same as the usual people and the usual things.

However, if you pay attention, you will find that the blacksmith shop and the woman who embroidered the flowers early in the door seem a little absent-minded and look around from time to time.

At this time, Tang Family Baner was coming back from the east. His steps seemed slow, but in fact they were very fast. In a moment, he arrived at the center of the Cross Street.

"Ban'er, what did you do in the early morning?" The one who spoke was the young man from the inn diagonally opposite. Amu, Lishui and others lived in that inn.

"Oh! It's nothing. The shopkeeper asked me to give Brother Ye a few talismans. But someone else left. Axuan said that he might have gone far away and might not come back. This talisman was in vain. He only paid the spirit stone deposit." Pan'er spread his hands and said in a slight disappointment.

"Oh?" The young man in the inn had a strange look flashing in his eyes, but he said, "Hehe! It's okay, Old Tang's talisman is not just doing it. Some buyers have, and they will never lose money!"

Then, the inn's friend said nothing, smiled and went back to the store. He wanted to go back and say a few words to the shopkeeper.

Two people, two guys, seemed to have a normal conversation. However, many people who were long and long in the streets heard the mystery.

"Dangdang--" The blacksmith in the blacksmith shop swung his sledgehammer and began to smack the iron. Mars flashed everywhere. Some snowflakes fell on the iron tool that was beaten and turned into white smoke.

The woman who embroidered the flowers seemed to be calm, lowered her head to embroider the flowers, and was silent. Many people also had slight changes.

Of course, everything was very natural. Hanji Town was as calm as before, and it looked like there was no abnormality at all. However, many people seemed to be happy that Ye Xingbai walked away.

As soon as Pan'er opened the door, he entered the Tangji old shop.

The old man from the Tang family, Tang Nu, was sitting comfortably on the ancient rocking chair, slightly closing his eyes. In fact, he had just squinted his eyes. The heat caused by anxiety gradually disappeared because he heard what Baner said outside.

"Grandpa! Ye Xingbai, I did leave last night! All the restrictions in the entire yard are gone. It seems that I am in a hurry to leave." Ban'er bowed and bowed to Tang Nu.

"Yeah!" Tang Nu did not open his eyes, but nodded and said slowly, "This immortal ship is really time to come back. Ye Xingbai has left. I guess the forces of the Po Xuantian Pavilion will withdraw from the Hemorrhage North, and we have no thorn in our eyes. What I worry most is that Po Xuantian Pavilion abandons the Southern Region and fights against Hanji, that is the situation we most want. After all, everyone wants the Ghost Coffin!"

"That sick boy Axuan is still there!" Pan'er frowned.

"How does he look? Yesterday, I prescribed him for another three months!" A strange smile appeared on Tang Nu's face, as if he remembered something proud. He always regarded the sick boy A Xuan as a masterpiece of his own.

"It's almost the same as usual, and it looks sick." Pan'er said, "I can't see anything abnormal."

"No abnormality is a good thing!" Tang Nu opened his eyes slowly, "Everyone in Hanji Town is extraordinary. That pathological boy is mysterious and extremely dangerous. However, he lived for three thousand years, took my medicine, and took it for three thousand years. It is estimated that in two years, the toxicity will definitely be aborted!"

"That girl in red is as stable as Mount Tai." Ban'er said again.

"That means that she must not belong to any force on the Blood Moon, otherwise she would be transferred back by the Immortal Ship." Tang Nu said slowly.

"Ghost body?" Tang Nu sighed slightly again, "The most dangerous thing is the ill teenager, but we had already arranged medicine three thousand years ago."

"The origin of that red-clothed ghost body is quite mysterious. For fifteen years, on the night of Blood Moon, I have watched the moon every night. Maybe I have already seen the secret of Hanji, just waiting for the opportunity. However, people should always deal with it one by one. The ghost body has a very high cultivation level, but in Hanji Ancient Town, she cannot cover the sky. The ghost coffin cannot fall into his hands!"

A cold light flashed in Tang Nu's eyes, and he touched his forehead with one hand. Because, at the middle of his eyebrows, there was a three-dimensional venerable magic weapon - Arkberg Slash.

The Ringberg was killed in his hand, and in Hanji Town, Tang Nu once dared to say that he could kill the gods and fight against the Yuanxian. That was Tang Nu's trump card.

"If the immortal ship returns, the Demonic Continent may not be able to escape the catastrophe. If the blood moon is in chaos, it will be my chance." Tang Nu turned his head and looked at Pan'er, "For tens of thousands of years, our Tang family has been waiting for a long time!"

Ban'er nodded without saying anything. Because he understood what the Tang family had cost over the years.

"Get out! Practice well!" Tang Nu waved his hand gently.

Baner nodded, bowed slightly, and ran directly to the back room. In the back room, there was a guy who was exactly the same as Baner. After Baner entered the room, Baner just lifted his eyelids, nodded, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Baner, who came in later, sat cross-legged in the room without saying much.

The two people were like mirrors. That feeling was like Xiao Luo and Murong Huang.

At this time, Tang Nu outside the house looked at the daylight in Hanji Town through the door.

"In another two or three years, the blood moon will be truly full. The ghost coffin will reappear! The mission of our Tang family is about to end!" A smile of relief and relief appeared on Tang Nu's face.

For tens of thousands of years, the guardians of the Tang family for generations have finally seen the last light.

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The Shura Demon Continent Calendar, the ninth new era, the winter of 6588, is the last two years before Amu returned to the Shura Demon Continent from the God King Chess Realm and disappeared from the Eternal Temple.

The immortal ship approached the Southern Blood Moon Region in a mighty manner. The immortal ship returned, shaking the entire Blood Moon Continent and even the entire Demonic Realm.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Three Realms Wars, and since then, the Demon Continent collapsed and the Seven Stars accompanied the Moon. Over the past ten thousand years, although there have been changes in the immortal sects and cultivators devoured and fought. However, a large-scale battle of cultivators has never appeared.

The barrenness of the Demon Island actually cannot withstand great consumption.

The immortal ship has been around for thousands of years, but it has not. More than 60 years ago, it is back now, which indicates something. Some people understand, and some people don’t.

However, all the monks in the Demonic Land who knew this news were a little worried.

The Southern Region of Blood Moon, among the mountains, there are small red buildings. The Green Demon Son stands with his hands behind his back, looking at the Southern Region.

He had already received the news of the return of the Immortal Boat in Wangchuan. Even when the Green Demonic Son closed his eyes slightly and opened them again, the seventy-seven Immortal Boats could be reflected in his pupils.

Xiao Luo! Immortal man! Ancient heavenly soldiers!

All of these could not escape the eyes of the Green Demonic. However, the time when the immortal ship returned was a few years earlier than Qing Demonic's estimate. The number of ships was much beyond his expectations.

However, the pair of Qing Mozi's eyes that could see through life and death and forget to penetrate the cycle of reincarnation were still calm. In fact, from the day when Qing Mozi entered the Po Xuantian Pavilion, he was waiting for such a day.

In three thousand years, he had hardly left the Poxuan Tian Pavilion for half a step. He knew that one day, someone would come from the south. Because the Demon Star Domain, the Demon Star Domain, and the Burial Star Domain are all in the south.

There are many secrets in the Po Xuantian Pavilion. He wants to block all the power from the south.

The everlasting clouds and winds are light!

The Green Demon Son is just the fifth level of the Immortal, but no one in the three realms seems to know where the power of the Green Demon Son is.

Maybe the Demon Man knew, but the Demon Man disappeared for many years. Once Wang Jue entered the Demon Continent, he had no news. Qing Mozi suspected that Wang Jue was no longer in the Demon Continent.

"Xiao Luo, it's been a long time!" Qing Mozi looked into the distance and said to himself, "Your face seems to be a little rosy. After three thousand and five hundred years of hard practice, your demon body seems to be close to being great!"

"The immortal old man is indeed extraordinary! The seven ships actually had secrets and turned into seventy-seven ships. This was hidden from my eyes and ears!"

Qing Mozi smiled coldly, because the immortal old man hidden such a method did cause Qing Mozi's layout to have some problems. Otherwise, he would not have transferred back the power of Ye Xingbai and Jinlin Pavilion in Xuebei. This is equivalent to giving up the fight for Xuebei only for the Southern Region.

Qing Mozi understood that when the return of the immortal boat, the countless ancient heavenly soldiers were indeed terrifying power, but it was also a signal.

There are thirteen families in the Demon Continent of Drunken Moro, and there are seven families on the Blood Moon Continent. These Drunken Moro can go wild at any time and burst out with dark power.

The seven great star kings of Taihuang are basically gathered together. The seven people should be all celestial immortals, and their level will never be low. Otherwise, what's the point of going to die? Such power can definitely be called powerful.

There is no need to say much about the three major immortal gates of Blood Moon, and the Shura Palace is the only one.

Wuhen Valley, even though it was severely damaged back then, the centipede insect died without being stiff. What's more, Wuhen Valley has been recuperating for more than 500 years.

For various reasons, the Qing Demon Son has the ability to control or influence these two immortal sects.

The one Qing Mozi couldn't control the most is the Youfu Palace. For three thousand years, the Green Mozi had almost no knowledge of the Youfu Palace.

The mysterious Youfu Hall, even because of Youfu Hall, Xing Fei returned to the sea desolation. If his and Xing Fei's assumptions are true, then Youfu Hall is the most terrifying force in the Shura world.

"Xiao Luo appears, is the big shopkeeper behind the Drunken Demon Luo Murong Huang?" Qing Mozi thought in his heart.

If Xiao Luo’s true body appears, then Murong Huang is not far away! In recent years, Qing Mozi has not thought about the relationship between Xiao Luo and Murong Huang clearly.

Clones? Twins? These cannot explain everything about them. Will the real demons depend on who is the two of them?

And at this moment, light suddenly arose on the second floor.

Po Xuantian Pavilion, the four masters of the pavilion appeared at the same time, and fell to the ground on one knee.

"Subordinate, visit the Pavilion Master!"

Qing Mozi withdrew his thoughts and turned around and smiled faintly.

And on this day, there are seven days left before the Immortal Ship docking. (To be continued...)

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