nine coffins

Chapter 489
Sea Desolation Divine Land, Northern Desolation Northern Territory.

In the north of the cold plain, there is a place farther than the Arctic Fairy Sea, which is almost the end of the sea wasteland.The continuous snow-capped mountains meander endlessly.Those mountains, I don't know where they start and where they end.I don't know how many thousands of years those mountains have been preserved.

The peaks like swords pointed at the sky angrily.One of the peaks is so high that it goes straight into the clouds.It is very similar to the legendary North Pole Optimus Pillar, standing between the sky and the earth, adding a bit of serenity and mystery.

Such a solemn and sacred aura, thousands of miles away, is enough to make people worship.

However, above the deserted sea, almost no one knew the existence of this holy mountain.Because there are supreme restrictions in the area of ​​thousands of miles, as long as you enter this area of ​​thousands of miles, if you take a wrong step, you will be wiped out.

At this time, between the sky and the earth, there was a snowstorm.A girl in white is walking on the snow in the wind and snow.She walked extremely slowly, and her footwork was even more strange, but every step fell on the knot of this thousand-mile killing ban.

From far to near, the appearance of the girl in white gradually became clear.She is none other than Murong Haiqing, the Body of Nine Yins.

On the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, a cableway descends in an arc, just like a ladder to the sky.The cold air in the mountains condensed through the ages, and most of the cableway was covered in ice and snow, which had long lost its original appearance.

In the whistling wind and snow, the cableway was like a white dragon dancing in the wind, humming.

On the peak opposite the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, a woman in purple was sitting cross-legged.A faint purple awn appeared on the body of the purple-clothed woman, which was a very strange light of magic.

Within a radius of three feet of the woman in purple, there was no wind or snow.Three feet in front of her, there was a pot of nine-leaf fairy grass emitting a faint blue light.

Forget the soul and worry-free grass, the ice depends on it.

At this time, Murong Haiqing had already come through the wind and snow.Han Bing felt his heart, slowly opened his eyes, then stood up and looked at Murong Haiqing.She knew what Murong Haiqing was doing in Heishui.

Murong Haiqing looked at Han Bingyi, and smiled faintly: "He's back, alive!"

"Thank you!" Han Bingyi seemed to let out a sigh of relief, but her face was a little sad, and she didn't ask any more.This sentence is enough, the rest is not important.

"Bing Yi, you wait for Master's arrangement!" Murong Haiqing said again.

Han Bingyi nodded, Murong Haiqing swept his body, like a white bird, landed on the iron chain.Sliding body, blinking a few times, Murong Haiqing disappeared into Han Bingyi's eyes, and disappeared at the end of the iron chain.

Han Bingyi's eyes were wide open, reflecting the serene holy mountain of the Three Realms, which was an existence she could only hope for but could not reach.

Snapped--

The pot of Forget Soul and Worry-free Grass, which had been surrounded by ice for nearly 300 years, suddenly shattered.The nine-leaf fairy grass, the blue awns scattered, and withered instantly.

Forget the soul without worry, since the soul has returned, why worry?

The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, I don't know how high the mountain is, and it is surrounded by clouds and mist.In the back mountain, at the entrance of a sea of ​​clouds, there is a fairy air, and there is no wind and snow at all.

Leng Yu, the descendant of the sea, has a graceful fairy appearance, and stands farsighted, looking at the sea of ​​clouds.Such a situation has been the normal state of Leng Yu for tens of thousands of years.

In Leng Yu's pupils, the sea of ​​clouds that have been rolling for tens of thousands of years will never stop.The vows of thousands of years are still in my ears.

"Heirs from the sea, are ordered by the heavens to protect the holy mountain and guard the three realms. A thousand calamities, a thousand disasters, eternal reincarnation, disappearing in ashes, no regrets!"

This is the oath made by Canghai Xianzun back then, and every generation of disciples who worshiped Canghai Guliu must remember this.

That is the oath of the sea, and it is also the belief and responsibility of the sea.

That year, maybe I don't know what year and month it is.On the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, the sky is as clear as washing, and it is a piece of azure blue.

A young man with delicate features.A young girl, in bud.

That was the former Leng Yu and Shen Lang, they knelt down in front of a woman in fairy clothes.That woman is Shenlang and Lengyu's master, Canghai Magu.

After vicissitudes of life several times, several times in the mulberry field.Magu Canghai has seen too many changes in the world.For tens of thousands of years, she has been the No. 90 seventh-generation inheritance of Canghai Guliu, a peerless immortal of the Three Realms.

Canghai Magu looked at Shenlang and Leng Yu gently.

Shen Lang and Leng Yu kowtowed to their master, and that oath resounded through the holy mountain from their mouths.

That year, that day, the sea of ​​clouds was still rolling.Shen Lang and Leng Yu became, and the No. 90 of Cang Hai Gu Liu has been passed down for eight generations.They are still strangers to each other.Leng Yu was a little timid, but Shen Lang didn't think so.

Time is like a bath, a piece of warmth, I don't know how many years have passed.

front mountain.Spiritual power is like the wind, blowing with the wind.

The laughter of men and women suddenly came from the ears, it was naturally Leng Yu and Shen Lang.

"Yu'er, your 'Ice Hand' doesn't seem to be ready enough to beat my 'Flameless Palm'! Hehe, admit defeat, today you will clear the snow on the back mountain."

"Hmph, just clean it up. Don't be afraid, Master said that clearing up the snow is also a practice." Leng Yu pouted and walked towards the back mountain.

After walking a few steps, Leng Yu suddenly turned around and pouted at Shenlang, saying, "Shenlang, you are not allowed to help me. In the future, I will practice the Art of Vientiane, and beat you into obedience!"

"If you pretend to be affectionate, who said you will help you." Shen Lang said with a smile on his mouth.However, he secretly said in his heart: "The Vientiane Art is good, but it's a bit slow! When you have cultivated into the Year of the Monkey! How long is the road to the Immortal Venerable?"

The girl Leng Yu snorted coldly, stamped her feet and left.

Back Mountain.

The girl Leng Yu held the big broom angrily. The big broom was by no means ordinary, but darkly glowing. It was a magic weapon made of ten-thousand-year-old black iron, weighing more than ten thousand catties.

At this time, Leng Yu's cultivation level has entered the soul state.The broom in his hand was flying, and the sky was full of snow shadows.

However, while sweeping, Leng Yu also scribbled on the snow.

It turned out that what Leng Yu painted was a villain, whose appearance, clothes and costumes were very similar to that of Shen Lang, even between his eyebrows and eyes, there was a bit of arrogance of Shen Lang, which could be described as lifelike.

Leng Yu first looked at the image, smiled sweetly, and then suddenly curled her lips.

Swipe your fingers lightly and volley a little.On the body of the Snow God Lang, there are two more big forks.

"Hmph!" Leng Yu pouted and muttered loudly: "Brother smelly, bad god, don't help me. You won't help me until I can beat you. Hmph, who cares. You just bully me. Master said to clean up the accumulated Snow is also a practice. I will definitely cultivate the Vientiane Jue! Beat you!"

Talking to herself, Leng Yu became more and more angry as she talked, and swept the broom in her hand.The soul power all over the sky rolled up an endless snowstorm and whirlwind, like Leng Yu's heart that has been restless for some reason.

Suddenly, a white light in the void came through the sky.

"Hmm!" Leng Yu turned sideways, and it turned out to be a snow ball, which happened to hit the mountain road she had just swept.

Leng Yu knew who it was without looking back, and said angrily: "Brother Smelly, Bad God Lang, if you don't help me, you will..."

Turn back sharply.

"Pa--" A snow ball, without strength, hit Leng Yujue's beautiful face, and also hit Leng Yu's heart that was just beginning to open.

Leng Yu's eyes were shining, her eyelashes blinked slightly, a mouthful of snow sprayed from her red lips, and she froze on the spot.

That year, the sun was warm and the holy mountain was peaceful.Leng Yu's love bloomed like a snow lotus, falling in love with the man who would never belong to her.

Shenlang is carrying a super big broom, and the warm smile on his face seems to melt the ice and snow...

Time, year after year, no one can surpass it.

Front mountain, open land.

Magu Canghai smiled with her hands behind her back, and it seemed that Shenlang Lengyu had just competed again.Leng Yu pouted and glared at Shen Lang.As for the result of the competition, it goes without saying that Leng Yu has never won for thousands of years.As for Shenlang, he never let Leng Yu go.

Canghai Magu's eyes were gentle, and she said with a smile: "Yu'er, Lang'er's talent is far superior to yours, so don't be angry. But your skills are very different from his, so you may not be invincible to him one day. The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms is the place where the essence of heaven and earth gathers. Pursue here, you will be able to survey and understand the way of heaven, as a teacher, I hope that you will go to the fairyland soon, guard the holy mountain, and guard the three realms."

Canghai Magu turned her head, looked at Shenlang again and said softly: "Lang'er, you are a genius in the sky. I am afraid that you have been No. 1 in the ancient times of Canghai for thousands of years, comparable to Canghai Immortal. It seems that there will always be a battle between heaven and earth to turn the world around. You are young and frivolous, but here you have to be like a mirror, so that everything can be seen through, and don't miss the practice."

In words, Canghai Magu loved Leng Yu and Shenlang very much, but the way she looked at Shenlang was more doting.

"Disciple would like to follow Master's instruction!" Shen Lang and Leng Yu responded in unison.

Leng Yu is the infatuated and gentle moon, while Shen Lang is the rebellious sky.

The Canghai Vientiane Jue, which penetrates the three realms and observes all phenomena, is the profound meaning of the ancient vicissitudes of the Canghai passed down by the Canghai Immortal.

Leng Yu practiced hard, just to defeat Shenlang once, for the little sweetness in her heart.Shenlang was far ahead, thinking about how to subvert the Vientiane Art, and then stepping into the sky.

There is a cave in the sacred mountain of the Three Realms called Guizang!There are endless classics and thousands of magic tricks.

Finally, one day, Shenlang discovered the forbidden technique of the sea-the three lives of immortals and demons.

Samsara Three Lives III, Immortals, Demons, and Mortals.

Entering the devil with the immortal, and then go through the mortal calamity, and finally lead directly to the road of the venerable.Shenlang ignored why Canghai Xianzun designated it as a forbidden technique, and this is the skill that Shenlang wanted.

Shenlang didn't want to spend countless tens of thousands of years in order to pass from robbery to immortality.

True Immortal, Profound Immortal, Celestial Immortal, Original Immortal, in addition, there are five ways of decline, and the nine realms of eternity...

His Holiness?Too long, too far away.

Shenlang, you have to go against the sky, because in his heart he can control everything.As long as he wants, he can do anything.

First enter the immortal, then enter the demon, and turn into a mortal.It seems easy, but there are thousands of disasters, and it may disappear at any time.

In 3000, when Leng Yu was just under the Fire Tribulation, Shen Lang had already stepped into the Real Immortal.At that time, the gate of eternal reincarnation had not yet been opened, and the wheel of karma had not yet turned.

Immortals die, demons die, buddhas die, demons die.All bodies have not yet reincarnated, and all people have not awakened.

In 5000 years, Xuanxian Jiuzhong. In 9000, step into the heaven.In 7000 years, Shenlang finally became Yuanxian.Shenlang is absolutely unprecedented, and he deserves to be No. 1 in the past tens of thousands of years.

However, on the night when Shenlang broke through the realm and became Yuanxian.

Neither Canghai Magu nor Leng Yu thought of it.

Shenlang, with the magic coffin, left without saying goodbye, and entered the six realms of reincarnation.

Until, later, Haihuang Youxiu was named Mo Lang.

(End of this chapter)