"General, I did not lose to you, but to fate..."

Ying Gou gritted his teeth and drank softly, his resentful eyes swept over Gu Changan, the little fox, and Li Mo...

Who would have thought that so many talented people would gather around the generals.

A descendant of the Nightmare lineage, a fox with the blood of Shenzong...

There is also a mysterious successor of the Black Sword who has not yet taken action.

With such great luck, how could he win!?

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit... Senior brother, I'm offended."

The general whispered indifferently, the runes between his eyebrows flickered like the lunar moon, and he was handling the "Nine Burial Coffins" and finally opened the door to the "Palace of Life and Death".

The ancient [Old Coffin] remains silent and motionless, while the mysterious [Immortal Coffin] seems to be hidden in the sky.

Only the third coffin was empty, seemingly waiting for its real owner.

"The overall situation has been decided!"

The ghost mother looked complicated and couldn't help but sigh.

In the end, it was the youngest junior brother who succeeded in winning the big position and took over Beiman Mountain.

As expected, no one can predict the world's affairs until the last minute.

"Finally this trip was not in vain..."

Gu Changan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the [Nine Burial Coffins] gradually entering the [Palace of Life and Death].

Once the general becomes the new master of [Bei Mang Mountain], relying on the terrain of 100,000 barren hills and the ferocious power of Beisha Xuanzhang, Li Mo's background will become even stronger. At that time, even Gu Feifan will be wary of him.

Even if he really covets Li Mo and plots the Eternal Night Sword, he still has to weigh three points.

"Perhaps it's time for Li Mo to return to Beijing."

Gu Changan was filled with emotions for a while. When that time comes, he will also follow Li Mo to Beijing.

At the feet of the Emperor, the land of the true dragon, is the center of the Daqian River and the stage for the world's cultivators.

"This moment has finally arrived..."

Rumble...

There was a loud bang and thunder, and the general clenched his fists tightly, looking at the glimmer of light in the [Hall of Life and Death], he was about to follow the [Nine Burial Coffins] into it.

"Oh... Ying Gou... you are so incompetent..."

At this moment, a faint sigh slowly resounded under the moonlight night. Although the sound was not loud, it fell in everyone's ears like thunder, which was endless.

At the same time, the originally dim night sky became deeper and gloomier, and the bright moon in the sky was obscured by black clouds.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely inconspicuous figure slowly walked from the corner. Every time he took a step, the earth trembled.

Suddenly, the originally opened portal of the Palace of Life and Death came to an abrupt end.

"Um!?"

Li Mo's eyes were focused and he looked up.

"Witch Lord!?"

The ghost mother frowned slightly, she did not expect that the second senior brother, the most low-key and the most inconspicuous, would stand up at this time.

"Witch Lord, you..."

In the distance, Ying Gou's complexion changed slightly as he was seriously injured, and he instinctively sensed the unusual aura on Wu Jun's body.

"Ying Gou, you disappoint me so much...compared to him, you are even more useless."

The wizard shook his head, a look of ruthless indifference appearing on his handsome face.

The next moment, a dark cloud of flame rose up in his palm, scorching unsteadily, and quickly spread all over his body, as if the night had turned into a robe.

"Junior brother, don't be anxious...don't be anxious..."

"I haven't made a move yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Beimang Mountain shook, and masses of black energy surged out of Wu Jun's body like flames and flew to every corner of the Shiwan Barren Hills.

In an instant, the sky was horrifying, and black air surged all over the sky, covering all the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang, like a cage.

"This is……"

"Gather the death coffin!" The corners of Wu Jun's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile.

The fluctuations he emits are unusual. They actually resonate with the palace of life and death, with the intention of assimilating them.

"You refined yourself into a mysterious coffin of your own destiny!?"

At this moment, Ying Gou finally saw the clues and cried out.

He did not expect that this second senior brother, who had the weakest sense of existence, would hide so deeply.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The magic weapon used by the master to become enlightened is called the [Immortal Coffin]... But who in the world can be immortal?" The Witch Lord said solemnly.

Even Shenzong, the most powerful person in the world, has long been buried in time.

Even as strong as the sword fairy in white, he cannot escape the five hundred years of life and death.

"My natal mysterious coffin is called [Death-Gathering Coffin]... I use the death of others to make me immortal..."

"All souls die, but I live forever!"

The voice of the witch king is like thunder from the sky, filling every corner of the Shiwan Desolate Hills in Beimang.

At this moment, the clouds of black energy penetrated deeply into the earth, enveloping the corpses buried in the tombs underground, and transformed into immortal black energy. Along the veins of the mountains and rivers, they all merged into the body of the witch king.

Ordinary creatures, under the invasion of the black energy, were all destroyed and turned into white bones. Their energy billowed and flowed into the body of the witch lord.

In an instant, Beimang's 100,000 barren hills seemed to have completely revived. The aura of death became more and more intense, and powerful demons and ghosts were also nourished.

At this moment, Beimang's 100,000 barren hills have become a truly sinister place, a country where demons and ghosts are rampant.

"You...how did you do it?"

The ghost mother's expression suddenly changed, she couldn't believe it.

At this time, Beimang Shiwan Desolate Hills seemed to be completely under the control of the Witch King.

You know, before he entered the palace of life and death, he actually controlled the celestial phenomena, gathered death into Qi, and completely turned the Shiwan Barren Hills of Beimang into a paradise for the corpses of demons and ghosts.

"More than three hundred years ago, Black Sword once attempted to create the Lord of Beimang, but unfortunately he failed..." Lord Wu sneered.

"Although that man failed, what he left behind is still among the deserted hills..."

"You merged the monster's remains into yourself to create a mysterious coffin!?"

Li Mo whispered in a deep voice, and the intestine that the bottomless pit turned into appeared in his mind, which was also part of the Lord of Beimang.

No wonder Wu Jun's [Gathering Death Coffin] can control the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang and cause evil changes in Xuan Yin.

It turned out that he had already obtained the remains of the Lord of Beimang, used his body to make a coffin, and buried it inside his own body.

"Have you seen it? Beimang like this is the real holy land of demons and immortals, the real paradise of corpses and ghosts..."

Under the dark atmosphere, Wu Jun was no longer as low-key and forbearing as before. He sneered solemnly, with madness in his scarlet eyes.

At this moment, streaks of demonic energy soared into the sky from all over the Shiwan Desolate Hills in Beimang, like demons descending upon the mortal world, baring their fangs arrogantly.

The whole territory of Liangzhou felt the waves of demonic energy soaring into the sky, and mortals were terrified, as if they were facing the end of the world.

"When demons and ghosts emerge, troubled times arise... It's time to conquer the demons..."

Li Mo looked at the gradually crazy Wu Jun, his eyes were like swords, and he gave a soft drink.

"Listen to my order and take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, at the foot of Beimang Mountain, a young man took off the bamboo hat on his head and looked at the black air in the sky and the monster clouds in the mountains and rivers, with a different kind of splendor in his star-like eyes.

"I'm afraid..."

At this moment, a girl pulled the young man's clothes.

"Gugu, don't be afraid... just let me conquer the demon."

Tang Beixuan whispered, and under Li Mo's loud voice, he stepped forward straight into the void and the clouds. The terrifying scene shook the earth and the earth.

Behind him, the Dharma altar stood there, and in the atmosphere of shattering clouds, there seemed to be a vaguely divine statue emerging, as if standing in the future, as if hidden in the nine heavens, with nine large characters written on it:
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