nine coffins

Chapter 281 Soul Cultivation Advanced Dzogchen

The Jiuyin Bantu borrowed the power of heaven and earth, but it couldn't do anything against Meng Hun.His eyes dimmed slightly, he played the piano and sang, Meng Hun had nothing outside his mind.

In any case, this world belongs to Meng Hun. This is the realm and power of Jiexiu that Amu can never understand.

Endless ghosts rushed towards Meng Hun, but when they reached three feet in front of Meng Hun, they immediately turned into night.

This is very interesting. Amu used the forbidden map to turn the power of heaven and earth into ghosts, while Meng Hun's piano sound is a completely reversed process.

There are tens of thousands of ghosts, but the range of Meng Hun's piano sound seems to be constantly spreading.

Three feet, ten feet, thirty feet...

Meng Hun was effortless, but Amu's forbidden map had been compressed into a piece less than ten feet round.This is definitely Meng Hun's mercy, otherwise Amu would not even have the chance to display the forbidden map.

Amu was struggling, and the black flames around him had already turned into endless black air, rising upwards. At this time, three feet above Amu's head, there seemed to be a black cloud.

The Nine Seals Forbidden Map is already the ultimate of Amu.But in front of Meng Hun, he was still vulnerable.

"Alas!" Meng Hun sighed, he didn't want to put Amu to death.Press the strings with one hand, and all the sounds of the piano will disappear instantly.

At this time, there was only three feet left of Amu's forbidden map.If Meng Hun wants to do something, I am afraid that Amu has no strength to resist, it is absolute suppression.

"Wow--"

Although the power of the piano sound dissipated, Amu's energy and blood were already unstable at this time.Without the oppression of the piano sound, the strength turned back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

The forbidden picture dissipated, and Amu barely supported his body, his face was already pale.Exercising the massacre of the gods and engraving the forbidden map of the Nine Seals made Amu almost exhausted his spiritual power, and it was at the end of his strength at this time.

"How? Admit defeat and leave?" Meng Hun looked at Amu and said.

In fact, the two spells just now, if it weren't for Meng Hun, it would definitely not be that easy for someone else to crack.Even Meng Hun is in admiration that a high-ranking Dzogchen Lingsheng can have such combat power.

According to Meng Hun's guess, Amu should have reached his limit. He thought that Amu would admit defeat, but when he saw Amu again, he shook his head slightly.

Meng Hun couldn't help frowning slightly: "Do you still have unfinished skills?"

"Of course!" Amu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously, then nodded.

After finishing speaking, Amu shook one hand, and three drops of seven-star bitter dew fell into his mouth.

The bitter and spicy feeling shook Amu's spirit instantly, and Amu's face was flushed even more because of the drunkenness. At the same time, the endless spiritual energy began to replenish Amu's Danhai.

Meng Hun didn't know what was in Amu's mouth, but he knew it must be medicine to restore spiritual power.

"Why are you doing this?" Meng Hun sighed.

Amu smiled wryly, but did not answer.It was only through the seven-star sweet dew that the sea of ​​pills filled up again.

Immediately afterwards, Amu sketched again with both hands, which was still a forbidden art.A little bit of starlight, now at Amu's feet.

Meng Hun couldn't understand it, the Nine Seals Forbidden Map just now was extremely powerful, but he broke it by himself.So what's the point of engraving the forbidden picture again?

Heaven, earth, sun, moon, and stars escape!
This time, Amubu put eight talisman seals, but except for the seal of heaven and earth, the other six are all new talisman seals.

Meng Hun couldn't help but took a deep breath, because it was less than half an hour before and after.Amu has already carved fourteen kinds of talismans. Such attainments in talisman seals are enough to disdain Qingyuan Miaojia.

Moreover, at this time, Meng Hun felt that Amu could scatter many sigils at will, and there must be other sigils.

Immortal material!This is Meng Hun's evaluation of Amu at this time.If you only talk about the art of forbidden pictures, even facing the old monsters of Qingyuan Miaojia's scattered souls, they are not too far behind.

This time, what Amubu set was the restriction of time that he realized on the Naihe Bridge.

Although the ban on time had great side effects, Amu understood at this time that even if he sacrificed the ancient lamp of the war soul or the magic coffin, he would not have the ability to fight Meng Hun in his own realm.

Only by improving one's cultivation can one fight against Meng Hun.

At this time, the only way for Amu to improve his cultivation is to let time point to the future.Use the power of the future to improve yourself.Although this is drinking poison to quench thirst, Amu has no choice.

Heaven and earth are disks, sun, moon, and stars are needles, and concealment is shapes.

With Amu's printing and sketching, the eight talisman seals changed in thousands of ways, and finally formed a forbidden picture - a huge and incomparable clock.

The seal of heaven and earth is the background, the sun, moon and stars run and run inside, and the seal of seclusion floats between the sky and the earth.

The ban of time can dominate life and death.Although it is only a forbidden map of eight seals, its power is the most powerful among all the forbidden maps that Amu realized.

The power of time is enough to crush everything.It's just that Amu can't describe the restriction of time to the extreme at this time, otherwise, once the restriction is released, everything will cease.

And Amu's position at this time is exactly the center of the clock.With the help of the seven-star sweet dew, Amu has recovered some of his spirits at this time.

With a tree on top of his head and a clock on his feet.The black flame on Amu's white robe rises again, and his long hair moves automatically without wind.Let the sun and the moon fly, and the stars are disillusioned.

Looking at the clock floating in the void, Meng Hun frowned.Even though he is unparalleled in realm, the restriction of time on this clock can probably only be engraved by a strange time traveler like Amu.

However, after all, Meng Hun is a monk who has survived the calamity. Even though he couldn't fully understand Amu's technique, he felt the power of Amu's forbidden map at this time.

"That's the power of time!" A strange color flashed in Meng Hun's eyes.This was the second time Amu let him show such a look.

This forbidden map can actually mobilize time, and even a power as powerful as Meng Hun can't do it.

Amu stood on the time clock, his hands forming seals.Goodbye to the sun, moon and stars in the clock, running fast.In Amu's eyes, everything around him became extremely blurred.

It was the river of time, flowing forward rapidly in front of Amu's eyes.The past and the present are left far behind, and the future rushes in.

A door of light, that is the door of soul level.

"Boom—" Amu passed quickly.

Soul Cultivation Elementary, Soul Cultivation Elementary Dzogchen, Soul Cultivation Intermediate, Soul Cultivation Intermediate Dzogchen, Soul Cultivation Advanced!
Endless soul power flew from time, and Amu's pill sea kept expanding and deepening.

When it came to the high-level Dzogchen cultivation of the soul, the long river of time suddenly stopped.

At this time, Amuzhou's body was covered with black flames like a dragon.The red and black lights in the eyes flickered like lights.Long hair flying around, white clothes hunting.

"A high level of soul cultivation and Dzogchen?" Meng Hun frowned even tighter.

However, even though Amu has reached the state of high-level Dzogchen in soul cultivation at this time, Meng Hun still doesn't worry about himself at all.Meng Hun frowned at this time, just worried that Amu's drive of the power of time and borrowed future cultivation would have a negative impact on him.

From the high-level Dzogchen of Lingsheng to the high-level Dzogchen of soul cultivation, the leap is a whole big realm.Many monks, from the high level of spiritual sage to the high level of soul cultivation Dzogchen, have to practice for thousands of years.

And Amu's use of the ban on time is only for a moment. How can such a heaven-defying technique not cause harm to himself?

Demon cultivator and soul cultivator are high-level Dzogchen, able to fight and scatter souls.

At this time, Amu raised one hand, and the black rattan was held in his hand again.

Canghai Township Dragon Whip, buzzing and humming, it seems that there is a dragon soul jumping inside.

"Go!" Urged by Amu's soul-cultivating magic power, the dragon's roar shook the sky, and the black rattan directly turned into an oolong, heading straight for Meng Hun.

In the dragon whip of Canghai town, the dragon soul was sealed. At this time, Amu's cultivation base increased greatly, and three dragon souls were inspired.

An oolong turned into three in an instant.Opening his teeth and claws, he went straight to Meng Hun.

"Five-clawed oolong?" Meng Hun looked at the three dragon souls, secretly startled, Amu had sacrificed this treasure just now.

However, the dragon's soul was unclear. At this moment, Meng Hun saw that it was actually a five-clawed oolong.

The five-clawed oolong is a legendary beast from the Three Realms.What kind of magic weapon is the black rattan in Wang Han's hand? It can actually imprison the dragon soul in it and use it for him.

Fortunately, these are dragon souls that have lost their wisdom, otherwise if the real dragon appeared.It's just one thing, Meng Hun is not an opponent either.

Even so, Meng Hun did not dare to underestimate these three dragon souls that had completely transformed.

With all ten fingers raised, dozens of sonorous zither sounds suddenly sounded.

These zither sounds are different from the ones just now, as soon as the zither sounds come out, they directly transform into form.

Some are like knives, some are like swords, and some are like big axes.

This was also the first time Meng Hun played the piano with awe-inspiring killing intent.

"Ugh-"

"Boom--"

Three dragon souls collided with dozens of piano sounds, and there was a loud bang, shaking the world, and the entire void seemed to be split.

Meng Hun remained motionless, but when he looked at Amu's body, he trembled slightly.The remnant wood of the coffin above his head displayed its brilliance, and it barely dissipated the aftermath of the impact.

The black rattan again failed, but this was also expected by Amu.

The Soul Cultivation War Tribulation Realm is still too far behind.Moreover, Amu's intuition told him that Meng Hun's Tribulation Realm cultivation base is probably not low.

Behind the Nether Mountain, at the gate of hell, how could there be such a powerful person who can penetrate the heavens and the earth?
However, at this moment, Amu couldn't think too much, he knew that the ban on time might not last long.

Goodbye to Amu's hands forming seals on his chest, that is also not the Sea Desolation technique, but the inheritance of the God King of War.

A red light shone on the center of Amu's eyebrows.The imprint of the ancient lamp of the soul of war gradually appeared, and at the same time, the peerless ancient lamp was about to emerge.

The ancient lantern of the soul of war is the second only magic weapon in Amu's body after the magic coffin. In terms of the degree of control and power, it is the first among Amu's treasures.Therefore, Amu has not used this treasure for a long time, only waiting for it to exert its greatest power.

The ancient lantern of the soul of war has not yet come out, but the aura of blood and murder has already permeated the world.The red glow is like blood, and the killing intent is overwhelming.You know, the ancient lamp of the soul of war, a drop of lamp oil is enough to turn into a river of blood.

"Huh?" Meng Hun was startled, "What is that? There is such a murderous aura."

Through the red glow all over the sky, Meng Hun seemed to see the ancient battlefield.

That is the endless blood-red desert, that is the blood-red blizzard all over the sky, that is the rolling blood-red mountains, that is the endless rolling red stream.

The scenery changes a lot, but everything is blood red.

Rows of black-armored soldiers riding unicorns and holding spears fell down, and the endless corpses turned into blood mist.

"Slaughter everything, only the battle spirit." There seems to be a voice that resounds through the ages and can't stop echoing.

"Phantom?" Meng Hun's eyes flashed, "Not good!"

(End of this chapter)