nine coffins

Chapter 176: Barrier Rebirth
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Desolate Soul Secret Realm, collapsed and shattered!In the deserted China, all directions trembled.

The magic coffin turned into a real body, floating in the void, swallowing the magic, and displaying the forbidden pictures.Up and down the four directions, forming a world of its own.Let you cultivate your soul or disperse your soul, even if you are a powerful person above the three realms, you can never dream of piercing through the frozen time and space of the magic coffin, one of the nine coffins.

In the shadow of the demon coffin, a drop of battle soul blood flickered red.All of its divine power is being continuously transformed into the power of Amu's rebirth.

Amu, who was still a phantom, sat cross-legged on top of the magic coffin, gradually solidifying.The whole body is naked, like a horned dragon.Under the bronze-colored skin, the bloody Heihua flowed endlessly.A head of black hair, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Amu's face changed from blurred to clear, his eyes were slightly closed, with sharp edges and corners, and he was as handsome as before.

The strange purple-blue imprint on the center of the eyebrows, even in the world of the devil's coffin, still has a bright blue glow, which is strange and mysterious.

At this time, Amu sat quietly and did not wake up.Little did they know that once this purple-blue imprint appeared in the world, it could stir up the entire Sea Desolate Divine Land.

The time and space frozen in the magic coffin have already cut off all breath.

Amu sat cross-legged like an ancient Buddha, letting all kinds of brilliance flow around his body, neither frightened nor frightened, fearless and fearless.

The time is flickering, and in a blink of an eye, it is the seven years of the mortal world.The drop of battle soul blood gradually faded away.The purple-blue imprint gradually disappeared between the eyebrows.

On this day, Amu slowly opened his eyes, one was blood red and the other was pitch black.Two beams of brilliance shot straight into the sky.The magic consciousness in the left eye, the magic in the right eye, and the red and black pupils seem to be better than before.

Amu himself didn't know how many days had passed, and his intuition was like a dream.In this dream there is darkness, there is light, there is the figure of the devil in the secret realm of the desolate soul, and there is even a vague picture of the bird flying in the auspicious clouds and the fairy air when it was reincarnated for the first time.

Amu's dream is a world where immortals and demons co-exist.Maybe he himself is the incarnation of fairy and demon.

The spirit of the devil circulated around his body, and Amu's eyes turned into clarity, gradually calming down like water.

"The Great Perfection of the first level of the Supreme Spirit?" Amu was a little surprised.He knew that the higher the realm, the more difficult it would be to walk. Countless monks died on the road leading to the most spiritual realm, and even countless monks, after stepping into the spiritual realm, could not move half a step forward for the rest of their lives.

On that day, Amu blew himself up in order to open the passage to the secret realm of the wild soul.Although the King of War God said that the blood of the battle soul could make Amu immortal, but Amu didn't know what kind of process it was.

In Amu's mind, but between the opening and closing of his eyes, how can he know that seven years have passed in the mundane world?And he didn't know that the Dzogchen at the first stage of his supreme spirit was the superimposed effect of the magic coffin, the blood of the battle soul and the mysterious imprint?
Getting one of the three will inevitably create a wizard in the sea, and now he only achieves a small elementary level of the Supreme Spirit Dzogchen, that is a big mistake.

Looking inside the Danhai, everything is normal, the black rattan swirls like a dragon, and the two drops of war soul blood shine like stars.Between the eyebrows, the ancient lamp of the soul of war flickered.In the Black Demon Palace, the treasure chain made of nine white light beads was obtained, and it was also hidden intact on Amu's neck.What surprised Amu even more was that Shen Yan's drop of soul blood was still there.

Only the remains of the coffin were missing.

Amu frowned slightly, and with a thought, the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet floated on his left wrist.All the treasures that I had originally and obtained in the wild soul secret realm are all there.

Only then did Amu feel relieved, and took a deep breath.A fight in the wild soul secret realm is not illusory.

Sitting cross-legged on top of the magic coffin, Amu knew in his heart that the time and space here must have been imprisoned by the strange treasure magic coffin that crosses the three worlds, forming a world of its own.

At the critical moment, it was the magic coffin that saved him.Otherwise, even if he was reborn, he would definitely not be able to resist the bursting breath of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm.

All kinds of wild soul secrets flashed in Amu's mind one by one.Thinking of the final ringing of the magic bell, of the final life-and-death battle, of Shen Yan, of Xiao Luo, Amu couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, Amu didn't have the idea of ​​immediately resurrecting the wild soul beast.The wild soul ancient beast, an ancient alien species, has infinite mana. I don't know if I can control it now. For the time being, it is safer to split it in the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet.

"My cultivation is still too low, otherwise, how could I be passive everywhere, and finally need to blew myself up to survive?"

At the beginning, Amu wanted to break through the spirit realm, go down to Beihan, and find his master Yu'er.But now, he is already the Dzogchen of the first stage of the Supreme Spirit, but his state of mind is different.

In the little wild soul secret realm, a demon cultivator in the spiritual realm is just Xiaoluo. If he hadn't fought hard at the beginning, if he hadn't had the blood of the battle soul to save his life, he would have been wiped out long ago.

Only now did he understand the reason why his master told Han Qianli back then to let himself beat him so that he could go down the mountain and walk in the wilderness.The road of practice has no end.Within the Three Realms, there are countless strong men, even though they are a demon body, they are still just a little monk.

Only the strong can survive and protect.Ziku has been sitting on the North Peak for 7000 years, relying not only on faith, but also on super strength.

Without strength, everything is delusional, so what can I do if I find Master and Yu'er?Even if something unexpected happens to Master and Yu'er, what can I do?

Thinking of this, Amu had a clear mind and smiled helplessly.With a thought, a white robe of Beihan Xiutong flew out of the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet and put it on directly, and then Amu closed his eyes again.

Although he still can't fully control the magic coffin, his intuition tells Amu.Sitting in the magic coffin to cultivate must have a thousand benefits for a magic cultivator like myself.

The scriptures of the ancient wasteland were summoned by Amu.The power of Danhai's demon spirit was mobilized.Thousands of spells were executed one by one in Amu's mind.

Realize, meditate, and practice, Amu will practice again.

In the enchantment formed by the magic coffin, there is a lot of magic energy.Amu doesn't need to use the Wanmo Huaxian Jue, the incomplete corner leaks out the billowing magic energy, which is enough for Amu to practice.

The white robe and the black coffin remain motionless.

There is no age in the enchantment, how old is the mortal world?During this time, Amu opened his eyes three times and closed them three times.As time goes by, only my demon heart remains.

Amu sits on the magic coffin to practice, and the benefits are self-evident.The billowing magic power provided Amu with endless nourishment.Amu sits in the coffin and cultivates, just like a tiger returning to the mountains and a dragon entering the sea.

On top of the magic coffin, Amu's cultivation base has almost no bottlenecks, and the journey is smooth.

The Dzogchen of the first level of the Supreme Spirit, the middle level of the Supreme Spirit, the Dzogchen of the middle level of the Supreme Spirit, the high level of the Supreme Spirit, the elementary level of the Holy Spirit, the Dzogchen of the initial level of the Holy Spirit...

In a blink of an eye, it has been thirty years in the world.If counting from the shattering of the Wild Soul Secret Realm, it will be a full 37 years.

One day, when his heart moved, Amu opened his eyes again, and his eyes were as calm as water.

"Master, Amu has met your requirements back then! I can go to Beihan now!" Amu sighed in his heart.

Lingsheng Intermediate Dzogchen!This is a small level higher than Han Qianli's cultivation base when Amu went to Beihan. In terms of combat power, Amu is far better than Han Qianli.

Amu didn't know that demon cultivator Xiao Luo's cultivation level back then, but he was confident that he at this time must be far better than Xiao Luo at that time.Lingsheng Moxiu, now Amu is confident that he can instantly kill all monks in the soul state.

"Okay!" Amu stood up in shock.Above the magic coffin, white robes are hunting around, and Amu is like a demon and a fairy.

The mid-level Great Perfection of the Holy Spirit, although Amu still has the power of a demon spirit, but because of the cultivation of the Great Killing Technique of the Gods and the seemingly unknown aura in the Pill Sea, Amu's whole temperament does not show any magic. .All the deep magic is hidden in the heart, and there is only peace on the outside.

Amu still remembered that in the final battle of the Wild Soul Secret Realm, Xiao Luo once questioned his identity as a demon cultivator.He didn't know why Xiao Luo questioned, but Xiao Luo must have a reason.

"There is no right or wrong in practice, and both immortals and demons have their way! The so-called distinction between good and evil, and the theory of immortals and demons, are just words of deceit, and a theory of ignorance for children." At this time, Amu once again remembered what his master Wang Jue said when he left Liuzhen.

I don't know why, every time I think of any of the words of the master at the time of parting, Amu feels that there are endless deep meanings in them.

"Alas!" With a long sigh, Amu stopped thinking about it.If counting time travel and rebirth, Amu can be said to be a human being in the third life.However, everything in the first life gradually became blurred.

The so-called theory of immortals and demons has long been out of the way.

Let me be an immortal, who dares to speak?

Although the enchantment has no time, Amu doesn't know how long it has passed, but he thinks that the time is not short.Practice doesn't happen overnight, and when you reach a level of self-satisfaction, it's time to leave.The avenue is endless, is there no end?

At this time, Amu stood on the coffin with his hands behind his back.The black magic coffin and the white Taoist robe constitute a very vivid picture in the time and space of their own world.

"Brother Coffin! We should go!" Amu seemed to be talking to the magic coffin, but Amu was talking to himself.

Goodbye to Amu's hand seal, black and white brilliance.This is the secret method of psychic communication in the Desolate Demon Sutra. With this method, Amu, who has just arrived in the realm of the Holy Spirit, can take the coffin back to the Danhai.

Following Amu's technique, the huge coffin body of the demon coffin shook, and gradually turned into the pocket-sized appearance when Wang Jue handed it over to Amu.Amut held the small black coffin full of strange runes in his palm.

At this time, Amu discovered that the incomplete corner seemed to have been repaired a little, not as it was before.

"The remnants of the coffin?" Amu smiled wryly, he should have understood earlier.Where did the half of the black wood belong, but how the remnants of the coffin automatically repaired the coffin now, he couldn't figure it out.

What would a complete magic coffin look like?I don't know where the remaining wood of the coffin is?This made Amu suddenly think of Grandma Qianhua and the black mist on the top of the library cave on Tianzang Peak of Beihanzong.

It seems that if you go back to Beihan, you must go to Tianzang Peak.

The world is a mystery, Amu didn't think about it any more, and took the magic coffin back to Danhai.

The devil's coffin was leisurely, once it entered the Pill Sea, it broke through the huge waves and sank to the bottom of the sea without a sound.At the same time, a coffin shadow swayed in the place where the immortal roots of ordinary monks should have grown.

Amu smiled wryly, it seems that if he wants to use the magic coffin again, it depends on his chance.Magic coffin?Nine coffins?The Mystery of the Three Realms.

In fact, Amu didn't know that he was able to take back the magic coffin now, not only because of the secret method of psychic communication, but also because of the gradual connection between him and the magic coffin over the past 40 years.

Although the magic coffin sank in the land of Danhai, it was in Amu's body all the time.

After clearing up his mood, Amu took a step forward.

The magic coffin enters the sea, and the barrier disperses on its own.Amu returned to the sea desert world in one step.

In an instant, the wind and snow replaced the dense fog.This time, when Amu comes to Beihuang again, he will definitely stir up the whole sea desert world, full of wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)