The Shura ancestor returned halfway. Xuebei Hanji still had the murderous intention. However, Guo Jia and others lost the powerful support of the original immortal level. The ghost coffin was out of reach for them.

Han Ji's void, Mu Baizun, the master of the Killing Immortal Palace, combines human swords and turns into a sword. The dazzling white light goes straight to the painting soul. That sword is definitely the ultimate interpretation of swordsmanship.

The old man who painted the soul had a realm above Mu Baizun, and his fairy talisman was even more invincible. However, he did not dare to be arrogant about this sword. Behind him, the true appearance of the ghost bird king's black feather was already revealed.

"Go!" The old man Huahun shook his hand and it was an ultimate immortal talisman. Huahun once used nine immortal talismans to suppress the demon coffin and the blood-desire Shura. Its power is needless to say.

However, now the first talisman came out, although the immortal power was everywhere and the momentum was quite strong, it did not block Mu Baizun's sword, or it did not block Mu Baizun.

The sword light of Mu Baizun broke through the immortal talisman and sang a sound. In the void, the flowing light suddenly dissipated, and the air filled the sky.

He is worthy of being the number one sword of Shura! All the monks watching the battle were shocked.

Amu knew the power of the soul painting immortal talisman, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Mu Baizun's sword was indeed extraordinary. Killing the Lord of the Immortal Palace would definitely not be a false reputation.

If Amu faces the enemy, it may take more trouble. Even if he does not use the second coffin of the Demon God, he still needs to use the ultimate magic to deal with it.

At this time, a talisman was broken, but the old man Huahun was not scared, but just frowned slightly.

"Since that's the case, Mu Baizun, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Goodbye, the black wings that had not been revealed for thousands of years were dancing on the top of Huahun's head.

The King of the Ghost Bird, no matter what, is not even a million years. He cannot cultivate into a human form at all. The painting soul is considered the ancestor of the Ghost Bird. If it were not sealed for countless thousands of years, his cultivation would be even better.

The black wings spread out, and there was endless immortal power. The old man who painted souls made seals at the same time. In the void, four immortal talismans suddenly appeared, swirling and flying, and shining brightly.

"Four Domains! Seal!" This time, Huahun shouted violently, and the endless power of the original immortal turned into a vortex, heading straight for Mu Baizun's sword light.

At this time, Mu Baizun. A man is a sword, and a sword is also a man. Even if he heard the magic tricks of the old man Huahun, he would not be able to hold the sword, nor could he be able to hold the sword.

boom--

The four immortal talismans and the power of the original immortals are each transformed into lines, connected to the ends and ends. They are just enough to become a diamond shape. The pair of ghost bird wings roll up endless black winds, trapping the diamond-shaped seal in it.

All the power gathered together and locked Mu Baizun's sword light tightly.

"Town!" The old man Huahun changed his seal in his hand again.

Goodbye, the sword light was like a trapped beast in a cage, rushing left and right, and could not come out. The power of the soul-drawing immortal talisman was endless. The black wind was flying like a cirrus cloud.

Mu Baizun's sword light gradually faded and finally turned into his true body again.

"Wow—" Mu Baizun suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood stained his heart in front of him, and his face turned pale in an instant. However, the power of the immortal talisman of the old man Huahun was still shining, without any slackness.

Mu Baizun, the Lord of the Immortal Palace, killed countless people. Not to mention that he was injured at this time, even if he died, he might have killed someone.

Using the sleeve of the robe, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a ruthlessness flashed across Mu Baizun's face.

"The King of Ghost Birds is indeed well-known, and Mu is willing to give up the disadvantage!"

"Oh? Haha!" The old man Huahun sneered, "The people of Tianzhou are always arrogant. Today, it is not easy to get your words. Unfortunately, you have not yet cultivated the sword of King Mu, otherwise I may not be able to trap you!"

Mu Baizun sneered and said, "Time does not serve anyone, otherwise I will be able to kill you if I give me another thousand years!"

"One thousand years?" The old man Huahun smiled suddenly and said sadly, "Just a thousand years, just a blink of an eye!"

"But today, you dare not kill me!" Mu Baizun changed his tone and sneered faintly.

"Because, your surname is Mu? Because, you are from Tianzhou?" The old man Huahun looked at Mu Baizun with a smile.

"Not bad! Because, I am the Mu family in Tianzhou!" Mu Baizun stood proudly. Although his white clothes were stained with blood and his face was pale, it could not cover up his arrogance.

The old man Huahun narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed through his hand. The seal in his hand was almost about to change, but it gradually faded in the end.

Tianzhou is infinite! It is the sea and Shura realms, and it needs to be looked up to.

The Mu family in Tianzhou is the best swordsmanship family in the Three Realms. There are many original immortals and countless capable people. It is definitely an existence that the old man who paints the soul does not want to touch, or even dares to touch.

"The Mu family in Tianzhou is indeed your amulet!" The old man in the painting soul said helplessly, "Today, I won't kill you. However, you don't respect the demon man, I want to leave one of your arms behind!

"Hmph!" Mu Baizun snorted lightly, without saying anything.

The old man Huahun had a flash of murderous intention in his eyes, and saw him wave his hand again. The four talisman seals and the black wind instantly shrank.

"Hmm? Wow—" Mu Baizun suddenly felt the endless force around him, like a tide, and he instantly wanted to flood himself. It was a feeling of being on the verge of death.

However, after Mu Baizun sprayed a mouthful of blood, he was in a clear mind.

"call--"

The wind was like a knife, and a black wind directly cut off Mu Baizun's left arm. The black light directly sealed the wound, but there was no blood.

However, Mu Baizun's face changed slightly, because it was cut off by the power of the Yuanxian and could no longer be restored automatically. From then on, he was a one-armed man.

"I will be rewarded today if Mu is not dead!" This sentence popped up between Mu Baizun's teeth.

"Haha! If you don't die, I will wait at any time!" The old man who painted the soul said lightly, then waved his hand. The immortal talisman dispersed and the black wind was gone.

However, at this moment, a rather calm voice suddenly came from the void.

"Why not kill him?"

"Huh?" As soon as this sound came out, several people changed their faces in the field. Because they were too familiar with the sound. Amu, Pojun, Murong Huang and others all had different expressions.

"Green Demon?" Amu's mind moved and he quickly turned around and looked at it.

Sure enough, a figure gradually appeared in the void. The white clothes were as old as before, and the face remained unchanged. There was no wave in his eyes, and it was the Green Demon Son.

The number one demon servant in the sea desolate, the green demon son, will always be quiet and light.

"Servant Qingmo, visit the master! For more than three thousand years, Shura Sun and Moon have worked hard, but they have not destroyed the Taihuang, which has insulted the master's mission!"

Qing Mozi moved his body and was already in front of Amu. At the same time, he wanted to kneel down on one knee. But how could Amu let Qing Mozi kneel down? In Amu's mind, perhaps only Master Wang Jue could make such a stunning and beautiful figure like Qing Mo knelt down.

"Green Demon, there is no need to be too polite!" Amu's tone was a little excited. He held the Green Demon with both hands. "The sea desolation has been for three hundred years and Shura has been for thousands of years. Goodbye, I am safe, I am enough to comfort my heart!"

"Thank you, Master!" Qing Mozi, Amu smiled at each other. There are many words, needless to say, because they are all the same people.

Immediately, Qing Mozi turned around and looked at the old man who painted soul and Mu Baizun.

"Green Demon?" The old man in the soul looked at the Green Demon. His eyes were slightly depressed, "It's been a long time since I was gone!"

"It's been a long time!" Qing Mozi smiled faintly. There was also a hint of emotion in his tone.

"Are you the chief of the Poxuantian Pavilion?" Huahun smiled bitterly.

"Not bad! I'm laughing!" Qing Mozi's expression remained unchanged.

"Seeing laughter? Who dares to laugh at the green demon except the demon man?" The old man Huahun smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The conversation between the two was very strange, and Amu was also a little confused.

At this time, Qing Mozi looked at the injured Mu Baizun, but said to the old man Huahun: "Why don't you kill him?"

"He is a member of the Mu family in Tianzhou." Hua Hun looked at Qing Mozi helplessly, and the expression in his eyes looked like you should understand.

"Tianzhou, Mu family?" Qing Mozi couldn't help but frowned, then looked at the old man Huahun, but smiled slightly, "His name is Mu Qingcheng?"

"Uh?" The old man Huahun was stunned when he heard this.

Because Mu Qingcheng is the head of the Tianzhou Mu family. It is said that he has entered the realm of eternity, and he is an absolute top figure in the Three Realms. The Tianzhou Mu family is powerful in the Three Realms because Mu Qingcheng.

"My name is Mu Baizun! You can just say the name of the head of the Mu family?" Mu Baizun looked cold and looked at Qing Mozi with a bad look.

The owner of the Poxuan Tian Pavilion, who is as famous as himself in the legend, is actually just the fourth level of the immortal. It immediately made Mu Baizun feel a little disdainful, and even felt that he was as famous as a person in this state, which was an insult.

At this time, Mu Baizun thought that even if he was seriously injured, he probably had the spare energy to destroy the other party.

"Haha!" Qing Mozi seemed to see Mu Baizun's thoughts and smiled faintly, "Oh! So it's not Mu Qingcheng?"

The old man Huahun looked shocked at this time because he had already felt that Qing Mozi's tone was not kind. Mu Baizun also raised his eyebrows, feeling something strange.

"Tell you, even if Mu Qingcheng is here, I will kill you today!" A murderous intent flashed in Qing Mozi's eyes, and then a white light came.

No one could see the movements of Qing Mozi clearly, even if the painting soul closest to him was in a trance. Because Qing Mozi's speed was too fast.

Is this the fourth level of the celestial immortal? Amu was stunned. It was the green demon that could never be seen through!

However, everyone saw Mu Baizun's terrified eyes.

"You-you-" Mu Baizun must have died with his eyes open, because he didn't understand how the other party killed him no matter what.

It was just a ray of light, and then he felt his soul scattered.

"I hope this is not the third soul of your Tianzhou!" Qing Mozi's mouth bent slightly, "Remember, there is heaven outside the sky, and there is demon in the demon!"

At this moment, the entire void of Xuebei was quiet. The powerful celestial immortals present were shocked. The Lord of the Po Xuantian Pavilion killed the Lord of the Killing Immortal Palace.

The Lord of the Immortal Palace, the bloodline of Tianzhou, Mu Baizun! In an instant, it turned into a white light and directly crossed the sky of the blood moon. It was like the most brilliant star, and then disappeared without a trace.

The old man Huahun was stunned in the void, looking at the stars without trace, speechless for a while.

"That soul is scattered. Qingmo, it seems that it is his third soul. You really killed him!"

"What's the matter? Just kill me! If you don't kill me, why do you use demons as a sign?" The flying soul light of Mu Baizun reflected in the eyes of Qing Demonzi.

The Green Demon Son stands with his hands behind his back, with a calm cloud and a gentle breeze.

"I'm not as good as you!" The old man Huahun sighed long.

Everyone was silent. You must know that the old man who could have the Nine Coffin of the Immortal Talisman just now did not dare to kill Mu Baizun.

Hanji Town, the only remaining ancient house.

The sick boy looked at Qing Mozi and nodded constantly, exclaiming: "The people of Tianzhou have no reincarnation. Qing Mozi dares to kill the third soul of the Mu family. Sure enough, there is heaven beyond the sky and demons on the demon. The clouds are calm and the wind is light, and I admire them forever!" (To be continued...)
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