nine coffins

Chapter 295 The Demon Cultivation Reappears
The white light dissipated, and the formation disappeared.When Amu saw it, he was actually teleported out of the Nether Back Mountain.

The night was dark and the stars dimmed.Not far away, there are continuous pavilions.

"Ghost Town Wansheng Palace!" Amu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.Unexpectedly, with a formation, Amu was teleported out of the hell cave.

Inside the ghost town, there was still a dead silence.However, for Amu, the dead silence at this time is so peaceful.

In the ghost city, although there is some yin, there is absolutely no oppression and strong restriction in hell.

Thinking back at this time, the so-called hell is actually just a passage to another world.Although Amu saw all kinds of strange things, he was sent back without being able to enter.

Looking at the gloomy Nether Mountain, Amu had a feeling of being a human being in two lifetimes.He understands that he is not yet qualified to fully pass through hell.

At this time, Amu didn't know how long time had passed, because under the Nether Mountain, it was a completely different time and space, let alone in hell.

Perhaps, this was the night when Amu visited the All Saints Palace at night, or it was possible that an unknown amount of time had passed.

During the trip to hell, Amu's harvest is not insignificant, just a magic ring is enough.And the most important thing is that Amu is in hell, and he has touched something that does not belong to the realm of Haihuang Shenzhou.

Within the Three Realms, there must be thousands of stories and legends.

The black-clothed woman in the ice crystal coffin, the red-clothed monk in the wall's spiritual thoughts, the six reincarnations, the eight hundred comrades, and the ashes in the entire tunnel, all of these are far beyond what Amu originally intended. cognition of this world.

How vast are the Three Realms?Practice is boundless!
In fact, there is no need to talk about what he saw in hell, but Meng Hun at the gate of hell, if he hadn't let him go, Amu wouldn't even have the chance to embark on the road of fire, let alone see all kinds of wonders and visions in hell.

Now, Amu no longer thinks about the master Wang Jue who seems to be fading in the last spiritual thought.Because, Amu understands that even if Master is in great trouble, he has no power to help.

"Hmph!" Amu smiled wryly.

After more than 40 years of practice, Amu has been really proud, because he is a magic cultivator, because he is a high-level Dzogchen of the Holy Spirit, and because his practice speed is unmatched.

However, only then did Amu realize that he was actually a frog in a well.

In the Xuanbing Cave, those great powers who were sealed together with Han Qianli, according to Amu's guess, should be at least above the Sanhun level, but they still couldn't enter the Ice Crystal Coffin Cave.He himself was only able to survive by relying on many heaven-defying treasures such as the ancient lamp of the battle soul and the magic coffin.

All treasures are external forces, and only raising one's realm is the way of the king.You know, in the face of Meng Hun, Amu forcibly raised his cultivation base to the high level of Dzogchen, but he didn't even have the chance to sacrifice the ancient lamp of the fighting spirit.

Amu must reach the soul state and the robbery state, and even go further.

Amu gritted his teeth, this is a problem he has to face now, otherwise I am afraid that everything will be meaningless, as if he has found Han Qianli, so what can he do, he is at a loss what to do.

Only the strong can solve more problems, and Amu has never forgotten this truth.However, for a long time, Amu already thought that he was strong enough, and urgently wanted to do some things that he couldn't accomplish at all.

Looking at the Nether Mountain again, Amu let out a long sigh, he knew he was still too weak.

I don't know if I missed the Saintess Ceremony of the Immortal Ghost Sect, but there is still no news from Yu'er.If you haven't missed the Holy Maiden Ceremony, let's wait until everything is over!

With a sigh, Amu moved and disappeared into the void.

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The night of the ghost town is still dark, and the smog outside the All Saints Palace is even thicker.

But just when Amu left for only a moment, there was a wave of fluctuation in the void.

The two figures almost fell on the position where Amu appeared just now.

The two showed their looks. If Amu was still there at this time, they would be shocked to see each other.

One of the two was a middle-aged scribe who was wearing green clothes but was one-armed.The other is a 26-year-old monk in white.

The white-clothed monk looked extremely handsome, and the eyebrows were so beautiful that even ordinary women did not have such a face.

It's just that the white-clothed monk's face is too pale, it can be said that there is no blood, and his face is cold, making it difficult to get close to him.

These two people are none other than Xiao Luo and Wen Muran who had a life-and-death battle with Amu and Shen Yan in the secret of the wild soul.

For some reason, these two people also came to the Black Narcissus Ghost Sect, and happened to miss Amu.Otherwise, Amu might be in big trouble.You know, Xiao Luo, the demon cultivator, is Amu's absolute nemesis.

The two stood still, but Xiao Luo in white suddenly frowned.

"What?" Wen Muran looked at Xiao Luo and asked.

"Demon energy! Demon cultivator?" Xiao Luo frowned, and suddenly two white brilliance appeared in his eyes, looking around.

Those two ray of white light were very special, at this time Xiao Luo's beautiful face matched with that black and white ray of light, made it even more bewitching.

More than 40 years ago, Xiao Luo was already in the realm of spiritual sages, and his current cultivation level is even worse than before.If his magic consciousness is fully developed, it can completely spread throughout the ghost city.

Demonic resonance, it would be difficult for Amu to escape Xiao Luo's detection.But it was obvious that Xiao Luo had deep scruples in front of the Wansheng Palace in this ghost city.

Those two white lights flashed for a moment and then disappeared in an instant.

"One step too late!" Xiao Luo restrained the light in his eyes.

"Oh?" Na Wen was stunned for a moment when he heard that, then looked around with indifferent eyes, and then smiled.

"Magic cultivator? Things are getting more and more interesting! It seems that this fairy ghost sect's holy maiden ceremony is destined to be a big event!" Wen Muran looked at the continuous palaces of the Wansheng Palace not far away, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Listening to Wen Muran's words, Xiao Luo didn't say anything, but a flash of hostility flashed in his eyes.It was a hostility that did not match his beautiful face.

"In the Sea Desolate Divine State, you shouldn't see a demon cultivator for ten thousand years. You are a real demon body born in response to the catastrophe. If there is a demon cultivator just now, then things will be really interesting!" Wen Muran said lightly.

"Someone disturbed the luck of Sea Desolate China?" Xiao Luo asked.

"That's right!" Wen Muran nodded, "Wang Han in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm was an example!"

"He's not a demon cultivator!" Xiao Luo said with absolute certainty.

"I believe in your judgment. But he has the supreme magic treasure! Especially he has a coffin stump. Behind him, there must be an extremely powerful monk." A gleam of coldness flashed in Wen Muran's eyes.

"Wang Han is definitely not dead!" Xiao Luo reaffirmed.

"How could such an alien die?" Wen Muran sneered, "Maybe it was him just now!"

Xiao Luo was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at Wen Muran.For Wen Muran's judgment, Xiao Luo believed more than he believed in himself.Because, he knew that the most powerful thing about the mid-level Dzogchen Sanhun in front of him was not his cultivation, but his wisdom.

After strategizing for nearly ten thousand years, everything is still under the control of Mr.

"Don't think too much!" Wen Muran looked at Xiao Luo and said with a smile, "You have the magic clock in hand, so Wang Han is nothing to worry about."

"No one can stop us from Taihuang's resurrection!" Wen Muran's eyes flashed with determination.

"Xiao Luo understands!" Xiao Luo nodded.

Wen Muran didn't continue the topic just now, but looked at the Cangwu Tower in the All Saints Palace, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"There is a sky beyond the sky, and there is a demon in the devil!" Wen Muran sneered, "What about the goddess? What about the magic man? The seven great fairy gates of the sea wasteland, except for the shrunken Arctic fairy sea and the Eastern Brahma Temple, the rest are all in my pocket." thing."

If anyone on Haihuang heard such words at this time, they would think that this one-armed monk dressed as a scribe must be crazy.Five of the seven immortal sects in Haihuang belonged to him. Didn't he regard himself as the Lord of Ziyou City?
However, when Xiao Luo heard these words, his expression was unusually calm.Because, he knew that what Wen Muran said was the truth, and it was the simplest and most common truth.

"The Arctic Fairy Sea should be killed!" Xiao Luo's tone was calm, but the killing intent came from the soul.

"That's right! Arctic Xianhai is the most loyal dog in Ziyou City!" Wen Muran showed a faint smile, "One day, Arctic Xianhai will definitely be removed from Haihuang. It is ten times stronger."

When saying these words, Wen Muran kept smiling, but only he and Xiao Luo understood what kind of hatred they had in their hearts.That kind of hatred, after nearly ten thousand years, seems to have not diminished, but has grown wildly with the years.

"Cough cough cough—cough cough—"

Xiao Luo suddenly coughed violently, his face flushed red.

"Ah!" Wen Muran sighed softly, his face softened, and at the same time raised one hand slightly, propped up a small enchantment, and silenced Xiao Luo's coughing, without breaking the dead silence of this ghost town.

Xiao Luo coughed for a full quarter of an hour before he stopped for a while, his face was completely purple.It's hard to imagine, what kind of pain is such a cough that even a big monk can't resist?
"Your cough seems to be getting worse!" Wen Muran frowned slightly.

Xiao Luo let out a breath of foul air and shook his head.

"The Heavenly Maiden Huanhua's technique is extremely domineering. Now that you have entered the soul state, as your cultivation level improves, the cough will become more and more serious and make you more painful!" Wen Muran said worriedly.

Xiao Luo smiled wryly, and then slowly said: "Sir, it's also a cough. After all, I am a cultivator in the soul state. Compared with...his, my pain is less than one ten-thousandth of it?"

On Xiao Luo's beautiful face, there was a trace of pain that was not caused by a cough.

After hearing Xiao Luo's words, Wen Muran was slightly taken aback, and then remained silent for a while.

He knew who Xiao Luo was referring to!
Such a person, even the unparalleled Wen Muran, should be revered in his heart.

"En!" After a long while, Wen Muran smiled, then nodded solemnly, and said, "You and I are not as good as him!"

After listening to Wen Muran's words, Xiao Luo nodded, then looked in the direction of Beihuang with complicated expressions in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)