nine coffins

Chapter 182 Floating Soul Child

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Left eye magic, right eye magic consciousness.The red and black light flashed again in Amu's eyes.

"Wow-wow-"

From the beginning of the town, he began to forcibly suppress his mind and fight against the big formation. At this time, Amu finally couldn't suppress it, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

This is a phantom killing formation that can kill soul-level monks.

Facing the direction of the long street, Amu bowed deeply three times.These three worships are only for those folks in Liu Town who died innocently and could not be reincarnated.

Then, stare, do not move.In Amu's eyes, there is no reflection of the long street, no Wang family with blue bricks and gray tiles, and no simple and peaceful Liu Town.

Except for the thousands of resentful spirits, there was nothing in Amu's eyes.Let go of all illusions, leaving only the truth.

Willow Town!Willow Town!Amu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.

From the moment he stood at the entrance of Liuzhen, Amu knew that what he saw were the innocent souls of Liuzhen folks.It was a dead spirit imprisoned by monks with great magic power and could not be reincarnated.

The entire Liu Town is a huge phantom killing formation that devours people's souls.

However, Amu did not summon the ancient desolate demon scriptures to directly break the formation, but let him tightly protect his consciousness.

Knowing that it was a formation, but Amu desperately tried to damage his mind, and wanted to go through this illusion formation.Amu wants to let everything about Liu Zhen pass through his life calmly for the last time, and he wants to let Liu Zhen's warmth be engraved in his heart and soul.

Obviously it was a dream, and Amu also wanted to fulfill his long-cherished wish of returning to Liuzhen in his dream.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie - Jie Jie Jie -"

A creepy laughter rang out, which was very similar to the laughter of Shen Yan who ran away under the face of the supreme ghost.

It's ghostly, it's the sound of the underworld, it doesn't belong to the human world.

Amu frowned slightly, a soul-level monk?Because just that laughter was enough to shake Amu's heart, and non-soul-level monks couldn't do this.

At this time, the ancient desolate demon scriptures couldn't help echoing in Amu's mind, resisting that Jie Jie's ghostly laugh.Just now Amu forced his mind to walk calmly in the phantom array, but in fact his mind has already been damaged.

At this time, if there is no reverberation of the ancient desolate demon scriptures, I am afraid that it will not be able to support it.

Stabilize your mind, embrace the essence and keep the one, and the power of the demon spirit will spread all over your body.Amu's magic consciousness spread out, and his eyes stared at the gray mist around him, as if he was waiting for something.

Sure enough, with that terrifying laughter, a figure gradually emerged from the gray mist.

Soul Cultivation Intermediate Dzogchen!A familiar atmosphere diffused, and Amu's eyes instantly became deathly cold.

Immortal ghost sect!The aura of this soul cultivator is exactly the same as that of the Ninth Elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect, but he is much stronger than the Ninth Elder.

"Immortal Ghost Sect! Don't die!" Amu looked coldly at the figure that was gradually solidifying in the gray mist.

Back then, the Immortal Ghost Sect used Mei Wangnan's hand to disrupt Beihan, but it was aimed at Amu.Ice Fairy, Ziyu and many other Beihan cultivators were wiped out in that battle. This account has not yet been settled by Amu, and now there are nearly a thousand lives in Liuzhen.

New and old hatred, Amu and Xian Guizong, in this life, have become an endless situation.

Goodbye to that figure, it gradually became clear.

Gray robe, black and white long hair, a scar from left forehead to right cheek.With a cold expression and ruthless eyes, he was a lifeless middle-aged monk, but his powerful aura was enough to make Amu extremely vigilant.

But what made people feel cold was that the middle-aged monk didn't walk out step by step, but was half a foot off the ground, floating like a ghost.

This feeling is very similar to the feeling when Amu saw the avatar of Kuxinzi.

"Soul body?" However, Amu immediately denied his thoughts.With Amu's current cultivation base, he can see through all the monks below the loose soul, and the person in front of him is definitely a real mid-level Dzogchen in soul cultivation!

The most important thing is that Amu saw what was behind the middle-aged monk, and knew who this person who looked like a middle-aged monk was!
Behind the middle-aged monk, closely following him step by step is a humanoid puppet.

A three-foot-tall puppet with nose and eyes, wearing a small gray coat.The appearance of the puppet was lifelike, like a middle-aged monk, but his expression was a grin, which was a very strange smile.

From the puppet's eyes, there was a faint green glow, like a will-o'-the-wisp, and its whole body was full of an ominous aura.

"Puppet puppet? Floating soul son!" Amu's heart was shocked.On the same day, Wugui and the Ninth Elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect were killed by Kuxinzi and their souls were collected.In the future, Amu also asked Bitter Son about the Immortal Ghost Sect.

In addition to the old monster who doesn't care about worldly affairs, there are envoys and nine elders below the lord of the Immortal Ghost Sect.These people are all soul-level powerhouses. At the beginning, the Ninth Elder was only at the beginning of soul cultivation, and his real number was low.But if it wasn't for the avatar of the painstaking son, the Ninth Elder alone was enough to kill the entire Northern Cold Sect. It can be said that it was effortless.

Among the nine elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect, the third one should be the middle-aged monk in front of him.It seems to be middle-aged, but except for evildoers like Amu who have been promoted to the middle rank of Lingsheng in 40 years, which soul-level monk has not practiced for hundreds of thousands of years?

Intermediate level of soul cultivation Dzogchen, floating soul child of the third elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect of the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Desolation!

This floating soul child is an absolute powerhouse, not to mention a pure soul-level cultivation base.His illusion, array, and puppet techniques all rank first in the Immortal Ghost Sect.

According to legend, its combat power can reach the high-level Dzogchen of soul cultivation.Although ranked third among the Nine Elders, his combat power is by no means inferior to the first two, and he is an absolute master.

"Immortal Ghost Sect really thinks highly of me!" Amu sneered in his heart.

At this time, Amu's mind was clear.The people of Liuzhen must have been killed by Fuhunzi, and then set up a large formation to wait for those who come, and the reason is nothing more than the Wang family and the magic coffin.

Amu stared at Fuhunzi, the spirit of the devil filled his whole body, and he was fully alert.

Although Amu's cultivation base at this time can be regarded as invincible below the soul level, but in the end, he is invincible below the soul level.Facing the real masters of the middle-level Dzogchen cultivation of the soul, let alone the masters of the high-level Dzogchen cultivation of the soul, Amu has no confidence at all.

And this grasp is to flee, not fight!Once you enter the soul state, you are by no means an ordinary monk.The gap between levels is even greater.

However, Amu was extremely calm, and the black vine was hidden under his right arm, ready to come out at any time.Today, even if he tried his best to go there, he still wanted to save Fuhunzi's life, otherwise the matter of Liuzhen would become Amu's heart demon.

Tonight, Amu is not fighting for himself, but for the dead souls of Liu Zhen.

"Amu?" Fu Hunzi's voice was dry and fuzzy, and sparks of excitement seemed to be dancing in his ruthless eyes, "You only appeared in 40 years, Your Excellency made me wait!"

"40 years, in the flick of a finger. Half a life for a mortal is nothing to a Dzogchen monk who has practiced for thousands of years!" Amu's tone was indifferent, but the irony was strong.

Fuhunzi didn't hide his aura, because there was no need for that.Amu also believed that for 40 years, with the power of the Immortal Ghost Sect, he already knew who he was?

Both parties are understanding people, so naturally a lot of boring tentative conversations are saved.

"Are you really a demon cultivator?" The scar on Fuhunzi's face was extremely glaring, like a green-brown centipede lying on his face.

Amu did not answer his question, but looked at the gray mist behind Fuhunzi, and said calmly: "Immortals are different, seniors are monks in the soul realm, why did you kill them?"

Amu was referring to the folks in Liuzhen, of course.There are countless monks in the sea wasteland of Shenzhou, but there is an unwritten rule that those who cultivate immortals rarely attack mortals.

"I have practiced for thousands of years, and I only have life and death in my eyes, regardless of immortality!" A gray light flashed in Fuhunzi's eyes, wondering if he remembered the scene of slaughtering the village in the past.

"Only life and death, regardless of immortality?" Amu sneered.However, this statement, even if it is ruthless, is still a kind of understanding.But this kind of comprehension, placed on Fuhunzi, is just a kind of crazy killing intent.

"Your Excellency has only been cultivating for forty years, yet you can see through the illusion array I set up at a glance. You know it is an illusion, but you forcefully suppress your heart and soul, and then pass through the array without being swallowed up. The old man admires this concentration. "

What Fuhunzi said was not a false compliment.With his Dzogchen cultivation base as a soul-cultivation agency, he couldn't see through Amu's cultivation base at a glance at this time, and could only faintly feel a wave of demonic energy.

And everything that Amu was in the big formation just now, he has a panoramic view.This large formation with the entire Liu Town as its root and thousands of innocent souls as its spirit is a supreme killing formation.

Illusion kills one body, and there is almost no way out.But Amu suppressed his heart and soul, and didn't touch the mechanism at all, and the whole formation became Amu's xinxing training ground.

This big formation is not impossible to strangle soul-level monks, let alone spirit-level monks.So at this time, Fuhunzi estimated that Amu's cultivation base should be around the elementary level of soul cultivation, but he would definitely not reach the initial level of soul realm Dzogchen.

"40 years? Ha ha!" Amu sneered, red and black lights flashed in his eyes, "40 years is not too late."

"It's not too late! It's not too late! Just come!" Fuhunzi's voice became more and more erratic, and the puppet behind him seemed to be smiling more, with more green light in his eyes, and he was gradually dancing.

To be late or not to be late is a matter of different positions and different demands.

Amu raised his eyebrows, the magic in his body gradually rose, and he said in a bitter voice: "My Wang family should not be in Liuzhen!"

Amu looked at the gray mist, everything in Liuzhen in the past was vivid in his mind, and everything just now was even more vivid.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine ants, why should you care?" Fuhunzi actually sighed slightly.The puppet kept nodding its head, it seemed funny, but it was actually extremely evil.From their point of view, the life and death of the people of Liu Town are really like ants.

"Given by the Immortal Ghost Sect, Amu will remember it forever! There will be rewards in the future!" Amu said coldly.

Fuhunzi naturally heard Amu's threat, but he just snorted coldly and remained unmoved.

The Immortal Ghost Sect is one of the Seven Great Immortal Sects of Haihuang, and the entire western Heishui is under its influence.There are old monsters with scattered souls sitting in the sect, with countless backgrounds.

Fu Hunzi, a dignified soul cultivator of the middle-level Dzogchen Northern Wilderness powerhouse, would shake the entire Northern Wilderness if he stomped his feet.The number of soul-level monks who died at his hands was unknown, let alone below the soul level.

With these two points alone, even if Amu is an anomaly, a demon cultivator.But in Fuhunzi's view, Amu's words were nothing more than sad and indignant words, so how could he take them to heart?

"Hand over the ghost coffin, the old man will leave you alive!" Fuhunzi seemed a little weary, and his tone was natural, but the word "ghost coffin" was subconsciously suppressed extremely low.

"Ghost coffin?" Amu's heart was shocked.

(End of this chapter)