nine coffins

Chapter 175
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"Wang Han——" Shen Yan's purple dress flew all over the place, but her hands were marked with yin and yang seals of life and death.This is a great way to quickly recover from injuries by consuming life.

The barrier collapsed, the appearance of doomsday, and the collision of several powerful forces just now, Shen Yan naturally couldn't be alone.

Goodbye Shen Yan Although he was dressed in purple, the radiance on the face of the Supreme Ghost God was somewhat dimmed, and the long hair that was originally like black ink gradually exuded a grayish white brilliance.

It was a side effect of the Yin-Yang seal of life and death and the face of the supreme ghost, Shen Yan was overdrawing and consuming his own life.

However, at this time, Shen Yan seemed to be no longer possessed by a ghost, but the real Shen Yan.Goodbye Shen Yan moved to Amu's side.

"Shen Yan, you go first!" I don't know whether it was Shen Yan's loud shout just now, or the influence of this doomsday appearance, Amu actually recovered his sanity in an instant.

The blood-red and pitch-black rays of light were temporarily suppressed, and Amu's eyes were clear!After finishing talking with Shen Yan, he unexpectedly glanced at Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen indifferently.

That look made the hearts of both of them tremble, it was not the look that should appear at this time.Those eyes were black and white, as clear as water, too clear, and too calm, as if nothing happened just now.

Calm often means scary!
At this moment, Amu's cultivation is still fluctuating, and the black light and blood light on his body are still entangled, but his eyes are completely different.That seems to be the thoroughness of reading through the vicissitudes of life and looking through the future.

At the same time, those innocent eyes seem to have just arrived in this world.

"Huh?" Both Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen frowned.They know that no one can support the doomsday aspect of this wild soul secret realm for too long, this is a time and space that is about to explode.

Ren Amu Zhubao is in the body, and it is difficult to reverse.

There are only two words waiting for Wild Soul Secret Realm and them - Destruction!This is the power of space-time destruction, almost unstoppable.No matter what Amu is now, it seems that it is not what they need to care about.

"Young master, let's go!"

When it is broken, it will be chaotic!Mr. Wen knows this well. At such a moment, there is no need to entangle for some magic weapons.

No matter how good the magic weapon of Amu and Shen Yan is, it will not be worth the life of a monk.If the Dao disappears, it will be too late for all regrets.

Mr. Wen flipped his palm, and a blue magic talisman appeared in his hand.He himself is a soul-level cultivator, he can directly pass through the wild soul secret realm, and even open the passage here.Therefore, it would be effortless for him to take Xiao Luo out of here.

As soon as the cyan talisman appeared, Mr. Wen raised his hand and wanted to leave with Xiao Luo.

At this time, everything around him turned into endless black wind and thunderbolt, which was simply not something a monk could bear.If Amu and the others hadn't been protected by strange treasures, they would have been unable to hold on.Even so, the few of them are just like small boats in the stormy sea.

As soon as Mr. Wen's blue magic talisman appeared and its light spread, he thought he could leave this place immediately, but something unexpected happened.The light of the cyan talisman only flashed, and then instantly dimmed.

Pfft——, the talisman instantly turned into black smoke and dispersed with the wind.

"Huh?" Mr. Wen was surprised, "No, the world has changed!"

At this time, Shen Yan also took out her own talisman and showed it, the results were usually the same.

The wild soul secret realm has changed, and the teleportation talisman has lost its original function!This seems to mean that no one can leave this deserted soul secret realm.

"Boom—" Another boulder shattered, and the gravel flew around.

The earth shook, and in the entire secret territory, only the Black Demon Palace and the Black Illusion Demon Root remained intact.

These two wonders, standing proudly in the face of the end of the world, are even more weird and gloomy.

"Sir, what should we do?" Xiao Luo looked at Mr. Wen and said, at the same time, he glanced at A Mu and Shen Yan. If he did something at this time, everyone might die together.

At this moment, Shen Yan stood by Amu's side without saying a word, the face of the supreme ghost was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and his long gray hair was flying in the wind.On the other hand, Amu looked at Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen with clear eyes, no sadness or joy, and all the images of doom reflected in his eyes.

After hearing Xiao Luo's words, Mr. Wen frowned slightly.It seems that there is no way for Mr. Wen in the Soul Realm to leave here, but the price of this way must be extremely high!
"Hehe! Shen Yan, you go first!" The corner of Amu's mouth curved, and he suddenly spoke to Shen Yan.

This is the second time Amu said this sentence, his tone was relaxed and calm.

"Let's go, let's go together!" Shen Yan looked up at Amu with the Supreme Ghost Face. At this time, the Supreme Ghost Face could only protect the distance of about ten feet around Shen Yan.In an instant, Shen Yan's black hair had now completely turned white.

The flying purple clothes, fluttering white hair, and smiling grimaces add to Shen Yan's charm, but this is consuming life.

"We can only go alone!" Amu smiled, smiling so indifferently and freely, "I'll send you out!"

"How many lives do you two have?" Amu suddenly asked Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen.

"Huh?" At this time, Amu asked such a question with a smile on his face, which made people feel very strange.

Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen couldn't help being stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"One! What a pity!" Amu asked himself and answered, "I have more than one life!"

Just when Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen wondered if Amu was crazy, seeing Amu's face suddenly changed, and then his hands quickly formed seals on his chest, and the black light and blood light all over his body gushed out like a volcano erupting!

The two divine lights are like a snake flying out of the sea, and like a dragon soaring through the nine heavens.

"Wang Han, don't—" Shen Yan shouted heartbreakingly.When she saw Amu like this, she immediately understood Amu's intentions, and at the same time wanted to stop Amu.

I would rather die together than live alone!This is Shen Yan's thoughts at this time.

But at this moment, Shen Yan suddenly found that she was imprisoned by Amu with some kind of secret method at some point.At the same time, the ghostly power of Supreme Ghostface is disappearing.

"Shen Yan, you and I are destined, and we will meet again! Today's friendship, never to be forgotten!" Amu's voice was a bit ethereal.

After saying this, Amu Qingming's eyes were instantly flooded with black light and blood.Gods and demons are intertwined, and endless power spreads out like a sea, swallowing everything in an instant.

"Not good! He's going to blow himself up!" Mr. Wen shouted.

As soon as he flew, he stood in front of Xiao Luo, with a sullen expression on his face: "Wang Han, you are cruel! Are you using your life to open the passage?"

As he said that, Mr. Nawen stuffed the ancient chaotic banner into Xiao Luo's hands, and then quickly formed seals with both hands.

Seeing such a scene, Xiao Luo's expression also changed, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing!The ancient chaotic banner was only held in the hand, and the head of the demon slowly descended and retracted into the body.

At the last moment, Mr. Wen also chose to blew himself up, because this was the only way to leave the Wild Soul Mystery at this moment, and then at this very moment.

"Boom boom boom—" I couldn't tell where the explosion sound came from, and the loud thunderous sound echoed continuously.

Amu blew himself up, Mr. Wen blew himself up!The power of the sky is raging, and such power has formed a huge vortex that reaches the sky.

"Boom——" two light doors opened, and this was a space crack torn open by Shengsheng's strength.It is the passage opened by Amu and Wen Muran with their lives.

Xiao Luo didn't say a word, and flew straight in. As a demon, he must have a decisive heart.Like Amu, Xiao Luo is not an indecisive person.

And Shen Yan screamed, but was forced into the passage by Amu's last obsession!

"Wang Han——" Shen Yan could speak hoarsely, but at this moment, Amu could no longer hear her.The black glow and the blood light had already engulfed Amu, and Amu's figure had disappeared.

"Boom—" The last thing Shen Yan saw was endless white light scattered, it was a loud noise that resounded through the nine heavens.

This moment, thousands of years later, has been lingering in Shen Yan's heart.Unforgettable, can not disperse.

The entire Wild Soul Secret Realm completely collapsed and shattered!

Mr. Amu and Wen chose to blew himself up, that is, he chose to commit suicide, and was buried in the secret realm of the wild soul. Such a power almost penetrated the plane of time and space, and spread to the entire Sea Desolate China.

At this moment, almost all monks in the soul state and above on the sea wasteland were shocked, they could sense the disappearance of the soul realm.

In the north of the Northern Cold Sect, Zhenbei Peak is still so colorful and blurry, and the wind and snow in the distance are still there.In the huge gully, there is still a strong demonic energy.

Kuxinzi, who had been sitting cross-legged for 7000 years, suddenly opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

"How is this possible? The Wild Soul Secret Realm has disappeared!"

Immediately, Kuxinzi's avatar of the old man in black rose up from his head.

"It's been 7000 years, and it seems that you have to be forced to go to the deserted sea! If there is something wrong with the successor of the magic coffin, we will sit for 7000 years in vain! You and I will be smashed to pieces, and the death of the Dao will not be able to make up for the crime." Bitterness Zi's body Said to the avatar.

"The cycle of karma, good fortune and misfortune will be rewarded! What should come will always come. This is our destiny as demon servants." The black-clothed old man chuckled. They were originally from the same root, but their main body and avatar were like old friends for many years.

The old man in black glanced at the wind and snow in the north, and said: "It seems impossible to be alone in the Arctic Fairy Sea! Haha! There is chaos in the Sea Desolate China!"

The old man in black is a soul body, but at this time the laughter is full of tragic meaning.The new wind was blowing, and the black-clothed old man's hair was a little messy.

Saying "Take care" to the main body bitterly, the old man in black lifted his foot and walked through the thick fog of northern cold.

at the same time.

In the vast northern wilderness, amidst the misty clouds and mist, above the vast sea of ​​ice, a piece of ice bamboo is hidden.The silver-haired, white-clothed old man who had sensed the display of the Demon Coffin during the Northern Cold War, slowly opened his eyes.Two beams of brilliance shot straight into the sky.

"The ancient battlefield disappeared? The breath of desolation?" The silver-haired, white-clothed old man frowned slightly, "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop! I'm afraid it will alarm Ziyou City this time!"

The silver-haired, white-clothed old man let out a long sigh, shook his clothes, and dissipated into mist.

Arctic Xianhai, the old man who has not left the cold plain for nearly ten thousand years, finally wants to move around.

At the same time, I don't know where it is.

A beautiful young man in white clothes appeared from the void.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Coughing unceasingly, his pale face turned red, he was Xiao Luo.

This place seems to be a deep valley, deep and narrow, with no end in sight.There is a faint aura of chaos surrounding the blue mist.

"Mr. Wen!" Stopping his cough, Xiao Luo greeted a middle-aged scribe not far away, who was wearing green clothes but had one arm.

That middle-aged scribe in Tsing Yi is exactly the body of Mr. Wen's mid-level loose soul——Wen Muran.

At this moment, Wen Muran already knew everything. Seeing Xiao Luo's safe return, he couldn't help but nodded and said with a smile, "Young Master, if you can come back safely and bring back the Demon Lord's Bell! We're done!"

"Xiao Luo is incompetent, Mr. Lian has lost his soul-cultivating avatar!" Xiao Luo felt extremely guilty.He understood that although the middle-level scattered soul has six soul bodies, the master cultivator in front of him, who claims to be unparalleled in wisdom, actually has no clones to use.

For thousands of years, the six clones have fallen one after another.If it weren't for the Mr. Wen in front of him, Xiao Luo would never have achieved what he is today.

"Hehe! Young Master, this statement is wrong! People like me live to revive the Taihuang Sect, and you are the greatest hope of the Taihuang Sect! Not to mention a clone, it is my scattered soul who has fallen, as long as you can What's the harm in letting my Taihuang family control the sea and the desert again?" Wen Muran's tone was earnest, which made Xiao Luo slightly moved.

"Xiao Luo understands! Revival is too far away, just around the corner! I would like to step on thousands of bones and climb to the top of the sea!" Xiao Luo bowed and said in a deep voice.The extreme respect for this text spread out at the same time as the eternal magic.

This Xiao Luo is the real devil!
"Hahaha!" Wen Muran couldn't help laughing up to the sky, but the laughter contained too much vicissitudes and sadness.Smiling, smiling, there is actually a tear in the corner of his eye that never falls.

"Young Master said this, the thousands of monks who died in Taihuang must be smiling! Ziyou City, wait for me to come back in Taihuang!"

Ten thousand years of waiting is a kind of torment even for a scattered soul cultivator.

At the same time, in the Western Black Water of Sea Desolate China.In the void, there was also a flash of brilliance, and a figure in purple fell directly to the ground.

Long gray hair scattered all over the floor.

At this time, Shen Yan was already in a coma!However, she has arrived in Heishui after all!The dark sky is much friendlier than the wild soul secret realm.

Western Heishui, this is a world of ghosts.

"Wang Han...Wang Han..." Shen Yan couldn't stop raving, but Amu couldn't hear her anymore.

Go back and come, those who can go back have already gone back.

The wild soul secret realm was shattered, and that time and space disappeared.

But in the original field, a drop of war soul blood shone brightly, red like a star, emitting thousands of brilliance.A slender and tall figure is gradually forming.Between the brows of that figure, there was actually a mysterious imprint emitting blue-purple light.

A huge black coffin, suspended in the void like this!
In the incomplete corner of the magic coffin, billowing black flames surged like a tide, and the monstrous magic power poured straight into the Three Realms!
(End of this chapter)