nine coffins

Chapter 601 Mo Lang, the legend of the Shura world!
Valley of No Hate, Hall of Everlasting Hate, dark room.

Drunk Demon Luo, shopkeeper Xiemei Baimeilian, looked at Mozhen Mountain, and then gently picked up the celadon tea bowl.Because, he didn't see any expression that was too rich on Mo Zhenshan's face.

"Oh! Mo Wuming is back!" Hearing Shopkeeper Lian's words for the first time, Mo Zhenshan seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but then smiled faintly.Mo Zhenshan also calmly picked up a tea bowl in front of him, blew on it lightly, and took a sip.

Both of them were drinking tea, as if they were offering tea to each other.In the house, it was very quiet.

"Master Mo Gu, you don't seem to be too worried?" Shopkeeper Baimei Lian had no expression on his pale face, very mechanical.

"What are you worried about?" The corner of Mo Zhenshan's mouth curled up, and he sneered, and the murderous intent in his eyes became slightly thicker, "That father-killing and rebellious son came back just in time, and I want to clear the door for Wuhen Valley! A true fairy can be destroyed with a single palm !"

"Hehe!" The shopkeeper Baimeilian didn't have the slightest smile on his face, but he did let out a laugh, "Master Mo Gu, aren't you worried that he will come to the birthday hall? A real fairy can be destroyed with a single palm? But, don't forget Well, in 2000, the young master of Wuhen Valley is at ease."

The shopkeeper Baimeilian's words were slightly mocking, and Mo Zhenshan couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"It seems that it is necessary to let shopkeeper Lian see my methods of Wuhengu at the right time!" Mo Zhenshan's words were somewhat punned.

Shopkeeper Bai Meilian, naturally heard it, couldn't help but smiled again.

"No need! The tea from Wuhen Valley is still delicious! I want to drink it for a few more years!"

"I hope so!" Mo Zhenshan took another sip of tea, "The tea from Wuhen Valley is very tasty!"

The conversation between the two was quite mysterious, and the four guards were silent.It seems that the relationship between Wuhengu and Drunken Moluo is very subtle.

At this time, the shopkeeper Baimei Lian seemed to be smiling with his starry eyes narrowed.

"Don't worry, Mo Guzhu, I'm here just to remind you. How to deal with Mo Wuhen is the family matter of Wuhen Gu's Mo family. I'm a drunken demon, I will never ask, and I dare not ask!"

"Oh! Thank you, Shopkeeper Lian!" Mo Zhenshan smiled lightly, and gently put down the tea bowl.To be honest, Mo Zhenshan liked the attitude of Zui Mo Luo.This is also the key to Zui Moluo's ability to be safe and secure in Pingchuan City.

Valley of No Hate is by no means an existence that can be offended.

"However, if it's just that Mo Wuhen came back, such a trivial matter is not worth the shopkeeper Lian, so why don't you go there yourself?" Mo Zhenshan knew that there must be other reasons.

"Hehe! It's still Mo Guzhu who understands me. I, although my legs are worthless, a little Mo Wuhen is not worthy of my presence, and I guess such news, I don't say it, in fact, Mo Guzhu should also know " Shopkeeper Lian said.

Mo Zhenshan smiled lightly, noncommittal, but waited for shopkeeper Lian's next words.

"Mo Wu hated the body of a true immortal. For more than 2000 years, he didn't dare to come back! This time, he came back suddenly, so he naturally has the capital to fight against the owner of the valley." The shopkeeper Bai Meilian said lightly.

"What capital?" Mo Zhenshan sneered, and then said casually, "Broken Xuantian Pavilion?"

"Oh?" Shopkeeper Baimeilian couldn't help laughing "haha" when he heard it, "Wuhen Valley is Wuhen Valley. It seems that the owner of the valley has already known about the Blood North Continent."

"If you have to wait for Shopkeeper Lian to tell me in the middle of the night. Then I, Mo Zhenshan, the owner of Wuhen Valley, probably won't be able to do it in a day." Mo Zhenshan's words are true.

In the battle of the Blood North, the Demon Coffin's confrontation with the blood-hungry Asura almost caused a sensation in the entire Blood Moon.How could there be no rumors about the Wuhen Valley of the Blood Moon Three Immortal Sects?
"Then, is it superfluous tonight?" Shopkeeper Lian said it was superfluous, but he absolutely didn't mean it in his eyes, because it was absolutely impossible for Wuhengu to know the news he held in his hand.

"Don't hide it from shopkeeper Lian! Although I was rewarded for the Xuebei matter, I lost the news after they used the ancient domain gate!" Mo Zhenshan seemed to have finally shown a little sincerity.

"Oh? Hehe!" Shopkeeper Lian sneered, "Master Mo Gu, this sentence is the truth. Because the same is true for us Drunk Demon Luo. Xuebei sent back news that they should have come to the middle of the blood moon, but We set up many eyeliners in Blood Moon Central Land, but we didn’t get any news from them. However, I think they definitely arrived in Blood Moon Central Land, and they are even near Wuhen Valley.”

"Poxuantian Pavilion, Shenlong is number one. It is said that the master of the Shenlong Pavilion can't see the head but not the tail, and almost no one in the Shura world has seen his true face. With him, it is difficult for us to find him. Therefore, Master Mo Gu, don't underestimate Po Xuantian. Although Po Xuantian doesn't have the strength of Wuhen Valley, the Assassin Immortal Sect is definitely a difficult opponent."

"En!" Mo Zhenshan nodded slightly this time, he knew that Shopkeeper Lian's words were true.

"Shopkeeper Lian, there should be something else to tell me, right?" Mo Zhenshan's eyes became more serious.

Shopkeeper Baimeilian nodded and said, "We don't have to go around in circles anymore."

"Speak directly! After all, this is not the first time we have cooperated!" Mo Zhenshan said.

"Today, I actually didn't come here for Mo Wuhen, but for the helper he brought back!" Shopkeeper Bai Meilian finally got to the point.

"Oh? The boy who owns the magic coffin?" Mo Zhenshan frowned.

"That's right! That's him!" Shopkeeper Lian nodded, "He and I, Drunk Moluo, have always had a grudge, and he is many times more dangerous than Po Xuantian Pavilion."

"The descendant of the devil's coffin, who wears the spiritual mind of the Buddha's coffin. Such a person is naturally a person with great opportunities and great fortune. But, after all, a little true fairy is more dangerous than Poxuantian Pavilion? If, there is no Asylum of the Poxuantian Pavilion, I don't know how many monks from the Demon Continent will hunt him down at this time." Mo Zhenshan spoke slowly, as if he was not in a hurry for the other party to answer.

In fact, according to the information obtained from Mozhen Mountain, Amu is indeed very dangerous.One of the nine coffins can control the Three Realms.There are actually two coffins on Amu's body, which is enough to explain many problems.

However, Mo Zhenshan still wanted to hear Shopkeeper Lian's analysis.

"The Devil's Coffin battle against Bloody Asura, at the last moment, a mysterious old man appeared. Pavilion Master Mo, do you know who that is?" Shopkeeper Lian asked.

"I don't know! Blood Moon Continent, I have never heard of such a fairy." Mo Zhenshan shook his head.

"Hehe! I don't know about Wuhen Valley, so we Drunk Demon Luo don't know about it. However, we found out that the old man claimed to be the old man of the Painting Soul Sect. The original immortal powerhouse."

"Painting soul?" Mo Zhenshan frowned slightly. In his memory, there is really no one like that in the current Shura world. "Poxuantian Pavilion, it seems that there is indeed hidden power!"

"Haha!" Hearing Mo Zhenshan's words, shopkeeper Lian couldn't help laughing, "Master Mo Gu, don't you really think that the old man who painted the soul came from the power of the Poxuantian Pavilion, or for the sake of Poxuantian Pavilion? ?”

"Isn't it?" Mo Zhenshan frowned.

"Of course not. Based on my guess, Drunken Demon Luo. The old man who painted the soul probably came because of the descendant of the devil's coffin!"

Shopkeeper Lian's eyes suddenly flashed a cold light.Although he has not personally seen Amu's power, he knows Amu's story.

"Huh?" Mo Zhenshan was startled, "The successor of the magic coffin may not have such power, right? A real immortal, even holding a magic coffin, is probably not my opponent, let alone a former immortal?"

You know, an existence like Yuan Xian would tremble even without hatred.

"That depends on who passed this magic coffin to him? Who is standing behind him." Shopkeeper Lian said coldly.

"The devil's coffin has been in the Asura Realm for countless thousands of years, but there is no news. Who passed it on to him?" Mo Zhenshan said.

"Mo Lang! That Mo Lang who once crossed the Shura world with tens of thousands!" Shopkeeper Lian slowed down his tone, and then looked at Mo Zhenshan with rather playful eyes.

This time, Mo Zhenshan must not be calm!
Because Mo Lang is also a legend in the Shura world!This point, the people in the sea desert may not even know it.

A true king has footprints in the three realms.

(End of this chapter)