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Seven miles outside Liuzhen, the tombs of Wang Xue and Wang Qing are accompanied by the tombs of Wang Jue. In March, the years are in a hurry. It has been five years since Wang Xue and Wang Qing died.

In front of the tomb, two old men stood.

Shen Yan's hair was already gray. The purple clothes had already been washed white. Amu's hair was completely white. On its face, there are many wrinkles, and the old state is fully revealed.

In the past five years, Amu has aged very much. What's more, according to Liu Zhen's age, Amu is already over the age of six.

In front of the tomb, there are still wine gourds, fruits, and a big bowl of fish soup. Over the years, it has been like this. In the copper basin, the paper is burning, and the fine ash is flying with the wind.

Shen Yan held Amu, and Amu's body was already a little rickety.

Looking at the tombs of the master and his children, neither of the old couple spoke much.

It's been five years, and they've said everything they should have said. Neither of the old couple shed tears. People, once they get older, they probably see a lot of things. They just came to see.

"Let's go!" Amu patted Shen Yan's hand.

"Hmm!" Shen Yan nodded, holding Amu all the time. The old couple turned around and walked in the direction of Liuzhen.

In March, the grass is green and the trails are traceable. Amu's body bones are obviously inferior to Shen Yan, and he walks quite slowly. Shen Yan half-supported Amu, and followed suit.

At this point, it's already early afternoon.

Two rounds of white sun, just staggered. The shadows of Amu and Shen Yan are united and gradually separated.

Neither of them spoke, and both seemed to be walking seriously. Amu and Shen Yan have lived together in Liuzhen for more than 40 years. There is a lot of needless to say, it is already understood.

"Ahem-ahem-ahem-" From time to time, Amu stopped, panting and coughing slightly. Shen Yan gently patted him on the back and rubbed his heart.

This is Amu's old problem. After resting for a while, the two of them continued walking.

Seven miles of road, not short or long. However, the old couple walked for nearly an hour.

Two-day skew. Outside Liuzhen, the shadows of the old couple gradually lengthened. Shen Yan's hand didn't leave Amu for a moment. Amu is old, and Shen Yan is afraid that as soon as he lets go, Amu will be gone.

"Old man, what do you want to eat at night?" asked Shen Yan.

"It's the same old way! Amu coughed habitually again.

"Uh-huh. Shen Yan lit it and didn't speak again.

The old mansion of the Wang family, the blue bricks and gray tiles are still the same, but it looks older. After Wang Xue and Wang Qing died, Amu and Shen Yan really had no desires.

In the past five years, the Wang family seems to have been much colder. The old couple depends on each other for their lives. Lishui and pear Ruo often come, but the Wang family still feels empty.

In the past few years, Amu has still insisted on making coffins. Moreover, in recent years, relatively many people in the three villages have died. All the coffins are made by Amu himself.

Life and death, Amu already sees it very lightly. However, this can be regarded as Amu Zai's last heart for Mimura.

Forty-five years of willow town.

The backyard of the Wang family's old house is still like another world. After the death of the king, no one came, no one disturbed. The black and white coffin floats and sinks in the purple pool.

It's just that at this time, there is a trace of extremely unaware aura in Liu Town, gathering in the backyard of the Wang family.

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Shura Demon Continent, the Star Domain of War.

Vast sea of stars, endless floating land. After Ambergris repaired the ghost coffin, time in the Shura world has begun to slow down. However, compared with the sea wilderness and Tianzhou, it is still several times faster.

In the nearly two hundred years of the sea wilderness and Tianzhou, thousands of years have already passed in the Shura realm.

At this moment, a gray light swept through the vast star field, like lightning. Actually, it's a complete leap of space.

In an instant, it is ten thousand miles. That's at least a primordial immortal-level monk. And the original immortal-level monk is already a kind of dominant existence in the Shura realm.

After all, there is only one Muyun Mountain Villa in Shura Demon Continent.

However, at this time, the gray shadow was actually pursued by a purple light. One gray and one purple, millions of miles in an instant. If it weren't for the endless exploration of the Shura Star Field, I am afraid that this escape and pursuit would not have been possible.

But who knows, this chase and escape has actually lasted for hundreds of years. The three major star fields in the north of the Battle, Remnant, and Dou Shura Demon Continent have all been run over.

At this time, the gray shadow in front finally stopped on a second-level floating land. The purple light also stopped a few miles away.

The former was an old man in gray, sloppy and untidy, looking rather shabby. At this time, his face was tired, and he was holding three immortal talismans in his hand.

It was none other than the old man who was painting the soul of the Shura Demon Servant. And the one chasing him was a man in purple who stepped on a purple cloud.

Two people, far away from each other. The distance of miles is nothing.

Back then, Amu and Shen Yan left the Shura realm, and the painting soul resumed its free and wandering life. In the entire Demon Continent world, there are very few people who know him except for those top powers.

The game is dusty, and the wandering Shura. The time of the magic continent has been nearly 10,000 years. Until, more than 100 years ago, this man in purple found him. From then on, the soul of painting no longer lived in peace.

This is the realm of painting souls. You must know that the realm of painting souls will no longer be promoted. With the realm of the original immortals, he can live thousands of years, relying on the identity of the demon servant and the special physique of the Yin Soul Bird King.

However, the painting soul is dying. After all, he is just a person watching the chess game, not a gamer.

"Painting the soul, why don't you escape?" The purple-clothed man's voice was calm, and he didn't seem to be angry at all because the painting soul flew away.

"I'm tired, old man!" said the painting soul with a wry smile. The immortal talisman in his hand shook slightly.

"The Yin Soul Bird King also has today?" the purple-clothed man sneered.

"Are you King Mu?" the painting soul narrowed his eyes, trying his best to see through the purple-clothed man. However, with the realm of the original immortal threefold realm, the soul painting can't see through anything.

"Do you say I'm King Mu?" The purple-clothed man's voice suddenly changed, completely different from Fang Cai's voice. Under the purple clothes, it seemed that a person had changed in an instant.

"I'm just a soulless and daoless person!" the purple-clothed man's voice returned to the same as before, "Who it is and what does it matter?"

The purple light did not change, and the purple clouds were swirling, but the purple clothes seemed to change their souls in an instant. The eyes of the old man who painted the soul were full of surprise.

No soul and no way! He just heard Bai Mei say this name.

In the Shura realm, he knew that this was the second time he had appeared. Last time, the Blood Moon Hanji fought against the Purple Clothed Man, but was forced to retreat by the Phoenix Descendant.

"What do you want?" said the painting soul slowly.

"Oh?" the man in purple couldn't help but chuckle, "You actually know that I have something to ask for?"

"Hehe!" the old man smiled, "Otherwise, with your realm, why would you pursue me for more than a hundred years." ”

"The people of Canghai seem to be very smart," the cloud under the purple-clothed man's feet rolled slightly, "So, you have been taking me around the three major star fields in the northern part of the Shura Realm. ”

"Hehe!" the old man laughed again, and at the same time glanced at the vast star field, with a slightly complicated look in his eyes, "I, an old bird, have stolen thousands of years." After the fall of Immortal Venerable, I have been wandering in the Demon Continent, saying that there are roots and roots, and that there are no roots and no roots. As soon as you appeared, I knew that I was in trouble. So, shouldn't you take a good look at the old scenery of these three star fields?"

The man in purple sneered.

"The Yin Soul Bird King, who has been transformed by countless dead souls, still has such feelings?"

"Feelings!haha-" The old man couldn't help laughing twice, and then a look of remembrance appeared in his eyes, "I have feelings." Because, I belong to the line of the sea!"

At that moment, a faint green glow emanated from the body of the Soul Painting Bird King. It was a breath within the Three Realms, belonging to the vein of the sea.

"Canghai, Canghai!" the purple-clothed man's voice carried inexplicable emotion. Why? Every person in the sea is so special.

Canghai Immortal Venerable is indeed the most unfathomable person in the Three Realms.

"Painted soul, it looks like you're not going to give me what I need, are you?"

"What do you want?" the old man who painted the soul had a fairy talisman in his hand, as if he was smiling.

"You should know, what do I want?" the purple-clothed man sneered, "Painting souls, there are not many people in the Three Realms who know that secret. Otherwise, you won't be going around in circles for more than a hundred years in the Northern Region of Shura at all. You're tempting me. Right?"

"Hehe!" the painting soul was noncommittal, just sneered twice.

Silence! The silence of two people is like a cold and silent star field.

Half of the day disappears, and half of the black sun is empty.

At this point, the painting soul no longer escapes, because there is no point in escaping. The three immortal talismans in his hand flickered like a lamp in the middle of the night.

The man in purple stood with his hands in his hands, as if he was in control.

"Painting the soul!" the purple-clothed man finally spoke slowly, "Tell me, who else is the Heavenly Soul within the Three Realms?"

"Heavenly Soul?" the old man's pupils shrank slightly, and then he laughed, "You finally said what you thought in your heart, King Mu!

Whew――

At the same time, the immortal talisman of the old man who painted the soul had already been sold. An immortal talisman turned into a hundred zhang mantail, like lightning and light, directly breaking through the vast star void and attacking the purple-clothed man.

Once, the painting soul once said that an immortal talisman could destroy the heavenly immortals ninefold.

At this time, the power of the immortal talisman was indeed extraordinary, and the entire second-level floating land seemed to tremble. Yin Soul Bird King Yuan Immortal Triple, but his real combat power is definitely above the Yuan Immortal Fivefold.

An immortal rune came out, and the power of the original immortal stirred the void.

However, what this immortal talisman has to deal with is a soulless and daoless person. The gray clothes on the old man who painted the soul had begun to fall piece by piece, and the endless black mist began to rise.

No matter what, the painting soul still wants to fight.

Hum!

The man in purple stood in the void, his body didn't move at all, he just waved his hand gently. A dark energy, like water ripples spreading.

The purple clouds under the feet of the man in purple rolled silently.

Bang -

The first immortal talisman of the soul painting exploded a hundred feet in front of the purple-clothed man. When the sun is dark, the fairy talisman is like fireworks in hell.

At the same time, the second immortal talisman of the soul painting followed. That trajectory was the same as the first immortal talisman. However, the man in purple still waved his hand.

Boom -

The situation is the same.

The two immortal talismans that painted the soul couldn't get close to the purple-clothed man at all. This is not a level of battle at all.

"Eternal?" the old man smiled sadly. He knew that he would die today.

Whew――

The third immortal talisman will come out again.

Boom -

The immortal talisman still exploded in front of the purple-clothed man.

"Yin Soul Bird King, why bother to resist? Tell me, who else is the Heavenly Soul within the Three Realms?" However, his voice was unquestionable.

"Huh?" But at this moment, a black and white light lit up among the three immortal runes that exploded in the void one after another. The black and white light is like a sword.

The three immortal talismans are just to sacrifice this light.

Nether Light!

The man in purple let out a "huh", and he didn't seem to expect that the three immortal talismans of the old man who painted the soul were secretly changing, and it turned out to be the nemesis of the netherworld.

And there should be only one person in the Shura realm who has the Netherlight Light. That is, the white-eyed grave keeper. The Yin Soul Bird King even has the Nether Light?

It's just that this netherworld light can't do anything to the man in purple.

"Scatter!" the man in purple snorted.

Whew――

The light of the netherworld, the man in purple did not dare to shake it. But I saw the purple clouds rolling, and the man in purple was split into two in an instant. In the void, two purple-clothed people suddenly appeared, as if they were mirror images.

The light of the underworld passed through it.

And one of the purple-clothed men reached out slightly, and he was holding a white ancient flag in his hand. The ancient flags were plain, and there was not the slightest variegated pattern. However, a gray hazy light floated above the white flag.

Whew-

The ancient banner shook lightly, rolling directly towards the nether light.

And the other purple-clothed man, with a slight step, came to the Yin Soul Bird King.

At this time, the black mist around the Yin Soul Bird King rose up, and the two huge black wings behind him looked like Kunpeng. Endless dead air, spreading throughout the void.

Thousands of ghosts, crawling all over the void.

The old man who paints the soul is already about to show his true nature. You must know that any Yin Soul Bird King is born from the collection of countless Yin Souls.

And the purple-clothed man who came to paint his soul waved his hand, and what appeared in his hand was a black ancient flag.

"Yin and Yang Chaos Banner?" the old man with the soul painting showed a look of horror in his eyes, "You are not King Mu-"