nine coffins

Chapter 674 Half a black sun?Half daylight?
Blood Moon Continent, south of Central Territory.

The red mountains are continuous and majestic, with no fewer than dozens of peaks undulating.The broad-leaved, sparse trees are straight and towering, but they are very rare, distributed at the foot of some red mountains.

There are no real fairy gates in a radius of tens of thousands of miles, but occasionally some casual cultivators wander around.Here, it can be regarded as a vacuum on the Blood Moon Continent.

The Forgotten River Sacred Mountain is listed among the seven wonders of the Shura world, so it naturally has its wonders.There is hardly any fairy power in a radius of tens of thousands of miles, and there is no fairy grass of strange beasts.

The legend of Shura seems to be true.Everything here was taken away by the Wangchuan River.

Dozens of undulating red peaks, including two peaks, go straight into the sky, just like the eternal gate of heaven.The Wangchuan River poured down from the middle of the two peaks.

The waves are monstrous and tumbling.This is the starting point of Wangchuan on the Blood Moon Continent.

The mixed yellow water color reveals the vicissitudes of the ages.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a red robe stood by the bank of Wangchuan River with his hands down.The middle-aged man's face was very ordinary, so ordinary that people almost couldn't remember it, and his immortal aura was completely restrained.

In the entire Demon Continent Shura Realm, there are probably not many people who can know his true face and see through his cultivation.Because he almost never shows his true face.Just like now, it's just a transformation of him.

Because, he is the master of the Shenlong Pavilion, and the Shenlong sees the head but does not see the end.

Three days ago, Gan Tianqing, the master of Shenlong Pavilion, was ordered to come to Wangchuan Mountain.He has been here for three days, just looking at the Wangchuan River, but even he didn't see anything.

You know, the River of Forgetfulness is an invisible river.Even the green devil, with eyes that can see through reincarnation, might show a little confusion by the river of Wangchuan.

The reflections of the descendant of the devil's coffin, the mount of the devil, and the holy body of the Golden Crow that were rumored in the Blood Moon Continent did not appear.Gan Tianqing understood that such a scene must herald something, but it was hard to come by.

A reflection, since it disappears, it is estimated that it will never be regained.

At this time, the great river of Wangchuan was rolling in waves, and there was no sign of stagnation at all.Gan Tianqing's eyes narrowed slightly, for three days and three nights, Wangchuan Dahe naturally would not give up day and night.

The Lord of the Shenlong Pavilion even had some doubts, could there really be a power that could calm Wangchuan, or even stagnate it?Even for a moment, Gan Tianqing felt impossible.

Gan Tianqing's cultivation level is now the real third level of immortality.After transforming into a dragon, his combat strength is comparable to that of the sixth level of a fairy.A celestial monk is enough to move mountains and seas, and even rebuild mountains and rivers.

However, I watched it for three days.Gan Tianqing already understood that if he was allowed to plunge into the Wangchuan River, he would definitely not have the slightest power to reverse it, and he would not even let it flow slowly for an instant, let alone calm down and stop.

Wangchuan, that is no ordinary river.In front of Wangchuan, Tianxian is just a drop of water.

Gan Tianqing sighed, and then slowly walked seven steps forward.These seven steps, for Gan Tianqing, can actually cover an unknown number of miles.

However, at this time, under the sacred mountain and by the Wangchuan River, Gan Tianqing seemed unable to go that far.

A steep stone cliff, red cliff.The two lines of small characters were reflected in Gan Tianqing's eyes.Those two lines of characters are beautifully handwritten, yet elegant, obviously written by a woman.

"Dream and soul in the previous life, in this life I hate Wangchuan!" Gan Tianqing frowned slightly, he seemed to have heard these two lines of poetry somewhere.

"Deeply bear my love, Yan!" Gan Tianqing's heart was shocked even more by the signing of the five characters.

The story of Shura's purple clothes and heavy smoke was told by Li Shui, Mo Wuhen and Bai Wuming in the 500 years since Amu disappeared.

In Shura Ziyi's previous life, he was in the sea, and there were so many soul-stirring stories.That once made the Lord of the Shenlong Pavilion feel extremely embarrassed.

"Sura Ziyi, have you been here?" Gan Tianqing took two steps closer, his eyes flashed brightly, and then formed a seal in his hand.

Immediately, a cloud of green light completely covered Shen Yan's handwriting, and the seal formula in Gan Tianqing's hand changed again.Goodbye to the void, the slightest stone chips flew up, all exuding a faint green glow

Gan Tianqing frowned, and there were endless strange brilliance in his eyes.

"The power of the seven layers of immortality, 470 years ago!" Gan Tianqing's eyes faded away, and then he let out a long sigh.

Gan Tianqing is worthy of being the master of the Shenlong Pavilion, and it is these two lines of Shen Yan's words that he left in those years. He has already used strange techniques to deduce Shen Yan's cultivation level and the time when these words were engraved.

Gan Tianqing did not hesitate at all.With a flip of his hand, it was a jade slip. Gan Tianqing injected everything he had just now into the jade slip in the form of spiritual thoughts.

Then, with a wave of Gan Tianqing's hand, a small door of light appeared in the void.The jade slip fell directly into the light gate, and then the light gate closed, so it was naturally sent back to the Poxuantian Pavilion.

Gan Tianqing knew that whether it was Shura Palace or Poxuantian Pavilion, there had been no news of Shura Ziyi for 500 years.And this Wangchuan Shenshan, or it should be Shura Ziyi's last message on the Blood Moon Continent.

470 years ago, that is, 30 years after Amu disappeared.Shura Ziyi has been here before.Could it be, what did she discover?Gan Tianqing knew that Shen Yan possessed a drop of Amu's soul blood.

Gan Tianqing looked around again.It's a pity that even if the master of the Shenlong Pavilion is powerful, it is impossible to restore the battle between Shura Ziyi and Heisha Girl 470 years ago.

But at this moment, Gan Tianqing's consciousness moved.A figure seemed to be approaching slowly from afar on the other side of the mountain.

"Huh?" Gan Tianqing frowned slightly, because that person's aura was quite strong.

But in an instant, a short, dwarf-like scarlet monk came slowly.

The dwarf was like a child in stature, but his complexion was quite old, and he had a wide forehead and thick eyebrows, making him ugly.It's just that pair of eyes are shining brightly, and they contain vicissitudes of life, and the demeanor of the whole person is also good.

"Five levels of immortality!"

Gan Tianqing's heart was shocked, it was a cultivation level that was enough to look down upon the Blood Moon Continent.Although Gan Tianqing looked calm and composed, his arms were already hanging down, and his long red sleeves completely covered his arms.It was a posture of being ready to fight at any time.

A strong person in the fifth level of the Celestial Immortal Realm is definitely a strong enemy for the Lord of the Dragon Pavilion.Because, that is already close to the fighting limit of the Lord of the Dragon Pavilion.Leapfrog challenge, even the master of Shenlong Pavilion, would not easily refuse.

The dwarf monk in red naturally also saw Gan Tianqing, but he walked straight towards Gan Tianqing with steady steps and a calm expression.

The master of the Shenlong Pavilion and the red-clothed dwarf looked at each other, but neither of them showed the slightest murderous intent.They have controlled everything about themselves to the point where they can do whatever they want.

"My fellow Taoist, please be polite!" The dwarf monk stood not far from Gan Tianqing, and he clasped his fist at Gan Tianqing with a very kind attitude.

"It's a pleasure to meet you! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Gan Tianqing also smiled slightly, raising his long sleeves and cupping his hands.

"Long Wangchuan really occupies the beauty of the world!" The dwarf cultivator glanced at Wangchuan, as if deeply moved.

"How is the endless river in the Three Realms different from ordinary people?" Gan Tianqing echoed.

"Fellow Daoist, did you also come here for the rumored reflection of the Forgotten River in the blood moon?" The dwarf monk looked at Gan Tianqing with a smile, and asked straight to the point.

"Hehe! That's right!" Gan Tianqing replied calmly, "It's a pity that I've been down for three days and found nothing! I don't know, do fellow daoists find anything?"

"I live the same life as fellow daoist, and I didn't notice it at all!" The dwarf monk smiled wryly, "The magical land boundary, the invisible Wangchuan."

"Oh? Fellow Daoist, what advice do you have?" Gan Tianqing smiled faintly.

"A fleeting image, a mirage!" The dwarf monk frowned slightly, "From the point of view, if the legend is true, it has already passed away and probably won't reappear. That image may only prove one point."

Gan Tianqing looked at the dwarf monk, then smiled slightly, and said, "The successor of the devil's coffin is still alive!"

"That's right!" The dwarf monk laughed "haha", "Heroes see the same thing. The successor of the coffin should not only be alive, but also live very well!"

"That's good news! It is said that the successor of the magic coffin was born in response to the catastrophe, so everything is natural!" Gan Tianqing said lightly.

"There may be more than one person born in response to the catastrophe!" The corner of the dwarf monk's mouth curled up, "There are many awakened people in the Three Realms!"

"Oh!" Gan Tianqing nodded, then looked at the dwarf monk and said with a smile, "Not only are there many awakened people, there are actually many people who came back from the dead!"

"It's almost the same!" The dwarf monk sneered, "Don't hide it from fellow Taoists! In fact, there is no difference between sleeping and dying. They are both a dream in the dark."

"When I wake up from the dream, is the sky dazzling?" Gan Tianqing smiled.

"Whether it's dazzling or not depends on where you look." The dwarf monk shook his head and said, "If you look at the dark, it won't be dazzling, but if you look at the light, it will naturally be dazzling."

"Wake up from the darkness, who doesn't look to the light? If you still look to the darkness, why wake up?" Gan Tianqing's long sleeves seemed to tremble slightly.

"Oh?" The dwarf monk couldn't help being slightly taken aback, as if he had realized something, he took a step back imperceptibly, "Friend Daoist, what you said makes sense!"

"However, light and darkness, different people may see black and white differently." The dwarf monk pointed to the empty half day, "In your eyes, maybe what you see is half a day, but what I see in my eyes is half a day. It's half a dark day."

"Haha!" Gan Tianqing laughed loudly, "Fellow Daoist is wrong, what I see is not half a black sun, nor half a white sun!"

"Oh!" The dwarf monk smiled slightly, and then he thought he had seen through Gan Tianqing's thoughts, and said, "What fellow Taoist saw must be the sun of yin and yang!"

"Wrong! What I saw was the sky!" Gan Tianqing's face was serious.

The dwarf monk's complexion changed, then he shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Heaven is above! I have been taught, and I am leaving!" The dwarf monk looked at Gan Tianqing, then stepped back slowly, and his figure faded accordingly, "Master of the Dragon Pavilion, your reputation is well-deserved!"

"The star king of the giant family is also a dragon and a phoenix among men!" Gan Tianqing sneered slightly, his hanging sleeves fluttering in the wind.

At the foot of Wangchuan Divine Mountain, there seems to be a cold wind blowing. I don't know if a battle between gods and immortals took place here, or a battle between gods and immortals was avoided.

(End of this chapter)