nine coffins

Chapter 209
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"Since I return to the mountain, Beihan is invincible!" No one from the Beihan sect dared to say such arrogant words.Following the icy cold voice that echoed throughout Tongtian Peak, a young monk in white robe suddenly appeared on the Qingshi Square in an instant.

Everyone present did not see clearly how this white-robed young monk appeared, including Li Xuezhu, the master of Jiangxue Pavilion with the highest cultivation level in the field.

What realm is this?Everyone has such doubts, because no one can clearly see the realm of this young monk in white robe.

The white robe is like snow, the face is handsome, the brilliance is restrained, and the temperament is aloof.The person who came was none other than Moxiu Amu who came from the foot of Beihan Xianshan.

When everyone in Beihan saw Amu, they were so surprised that they almost froze on the spot. 40 years have been like a dream, no one would have thought of it.At this most critical moment, when the Beihanzong was being humiliated and was about to lose its reputation for ten thousand years, Amu suddenly appeared, standing in front of him outstandingly.

"Disciple Amu, it's too late to return to the mountain! I hope all the elders and elders forgive me!" After finishing speaking, Amu bowed respectfully and deeply to the Beihan people headed by Bai Yifeng.

At this time, Amu didn't know that Han Qianli hadn't returned for 40 years, and that Bai Yifeng had succeeded Beihan's suzerain.

Except for Master Wang Jue, Amu cannot bow down to anyone.This deep bow is enough to show that Amu absolutely agrees with his identity as a disciple of the Northern Cold Sect.

Amu understands that 40 years ago, if it wasn't for protecting him, how could the current Northern Cold Sect be so talented, how could it fall into Pingyang, and how could it be humiliated today?

"Amu?"

"It's really Amu!"

"Amu has returned to the mountain!"

Everyone in the Northern Cold Sect responded emotionally, but they could hardly believe their eyes.

Many of these people in Qingshi Square of Beihan Hall participated in the great war 40 years ago, and they all fought bloody battles for Amu.

They didn't mind Amu's body as a demon cultivator, they only had a deep fellowship.

"It really is Amu!" Tears welled up in the eyes of Zi Yun, who was already the head of Tianzi Peak, "Ziyu, Amu is back!"

"Good! Good!" Bai Yifeng said two good words, his heart suddenly relaxed, and the exhaustion on his face finally fully appeared, "Spring trees regenerate, dead trees bloom! The words of Ku Patriarch and Master Qianzang are correct. "

At this time, the appearance of Amu is undoubtedly a rain from the sky for the Northern Cold Sect.Bai Yifeng believes that Amu's return this time will definitely solve everything.

Now is not the time to reminisce about the past, after Amu saluted, he turned and looked at Dongfang Huan.

But at this moment, Dongfang Huan's astonishment was no less than that of Beihan.

The pupil of the blood moon has disappeared.Dongfang Huan's eyes regained their gleam, but at this moment they were full of surprise.

"Wang Han!" Dongfang Huan looked at Amu in disbelief.

"That's right!" Amu looked at this enchanting and beautiful woman, and smiled coldly, "I didn't expect that we would meet so soon!"

"How could you be a disciple of the Northern Cold Sect?" Dongfang Huan was deeply puzzled.

"Why not? I'm a true disciple of the Northern Cold Sect!" Amu looked at Dongfang Huan like an idiot.

"Who are you from Beihan?" No matter what, Dongfang Huan didn't want to believe that who in Beizong could cultivate such a young master.

As for how tall, even Dongfang Huan couldn't see through Amu.However, when Amu stood in front of Dongfang Huan, that extremely dangerous feeling existed.

"I am a disciple of the Northern Cold Sect Master Han, Amu!" Amu's tone was very indifferent.

"Amu?" In fact, except for the disciples of the Northern Cold Sect, few people in the Northern Wilderness have ever heard of Amu's name.

At the beginning of the Great Northern Cold War, Kuxinzi activated the Great Northern Cold Formation and sealed off almost all the details.

Amu, who is not well known by Beihuang, is Shenglian Lishui, whose legend is hazy.

"Amu?" Dongfang Huan looked at Amu again, as if he wanted to see through something, "Are you a disciple of Beihan's former suzerain Han Qianli?"

"The previous suzerain?" Amu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"The succession of the suzerain is true! I will join the Northern Cold Sect 40 years ago!" Although it was a bad premonition, Amu didn't have time to think too much.

Dongfang Huan frowned. As far as she knew, Han Qianli's cultivation was only around the middle level of Lingsheng, and she had been talking about retreating for nearly 40 years, and there was no news of it. Even the position of suzerain was passed on to Bai Yifeng.

And the cultivation base of Amu in front of him should be at least a spiritual sage, and he has been promoted to the realm of a spiritual sage in 40 years, which is simply beyond the description of a monster.

"Wang Han! Amu! The successor of the suzerain!" At this time, Li Xuezhu, the master of the Jiangxue Pavilion, had already known Dongfang Huan from Zhang Jiyun and other monks. They met Amu by chance in Qifeng Town three days ago, and paid [-] silver-level spirits currency matter.

"When did Han Qianli accept such a disciple?" Yang Dingtian, the owner of Chiyang Palace, was not a commoner either. Since he couldn't see Amu's cultivation, he could naturally weigh Amu's weight.

At this time, the black-robed man from Tianhuangmen was frowning slightly, showing a serious expression for the first time.Originally, the victory of Jiangxue Pavilion had been decided, and the situation of Beihan Sect had been basically figured out, so it was only waiting for the later planning.But he didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to come out halfway.

This gave him a bad premonition in his heart, who had always been scheming and exhaustive.

"What cultivation level?" The black-robed man said directly to the black-clothed monk of the most spiritual rank.

But when the man in black robe asked the question, the high-ranking cultivator shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

"Huh? What do you mean?" The black-robed man looked displeased.

"This white-clothed monk has a strange cultivation level, and he is a very abnormal person! The subordinates can't see his cultivation level at all!" The black-clothed monk replied cautiously.

"Estimate!" The black-robed man coughed lightly.

"At least the first level of Holy Spirit!" The monk in black responded.

"The first level of the Holy Spirit?" Hearing his subordinate's answer, the man in black robe couldn't help but smile suddenly, "This is interesting!" Then he couldn't help turning his eyes to the direction of Li Xuezhu in Jiangxue Pavilion.

Because the head of the Tianhuang Sect was not there, and the cultivation level of the head of the Beihan Sect was not as high as that of the Holy Spirit, Li Xuezhu, the owner of the Jiangxue Pavilion at this time, was the only spiritual monk in the audience.If a holy spirit really appeared, Li Xuezhu would naturally have to deal with it.

"Let's watch the excitement first!" He said to watch the excitement, but the man in the black robe leaned back and closed his eyes again.

Besides, on the court, Dongfang Huan gradually stabilized his emotions and accepted the fact that Wang Han was a disciple of the Northern Cold Sect.

Although in the depths of his heart, Dongfang Huan is unwilling to stand on the opposite side of Wang Han no matter from which point of view.This is a very strange and inexplicable feeling.However, now the two are going to confront each other like this.

"Brother Wang!" Dongfang Huan paused, as if thinking about how to speak, "Whether you are Wang Han or Amu, you and I have finally met once!"

"That's right! Five thousand silver-level spiritual coins are still in the bag!" Amu smiled faintly.

"Little sister doesn't want to be an enemy of Brother Wang!" Dongfang Huan said in an extremely gentle tone.Just now she has been calling herself the palace, but in front of Amu, Dongfang Huan did not put on the posture of the owner of the Blood Moon Palace at all.

The Beihuang monks outside the field were all surprised.Is this one thing down one thing?

Just now, Dongfang Huan, the owner of the Blood Moon Palace in Jiangxue Pavilion, who is like a blood demon, has blood red eyes and shows off his supernatural power. How did she become so gentle?

The young monk who stunned his little friend just now shook his head in pain.

He regretted why he didn't cultivate well, why he didn't worship Beihan's sect, why he wasn't that white-clothed monk, otherwise wouldn't he be able to get rid of the beauty?

Everyone in Jiangxue Pavilion was also extremely surprised, Yang Dingtian, the owner of Chiyang Palace, said in a strange way: "Does the owner of Dongfang Palace want to surrender without fighting?"

Li Xuezhu also frowned slightly, but his tone was still calm.

"It's good to leave everything to Dongfang Palace Master, she must care about herself!"

Yang Dingtian hurriedly nodded in agreement, but sneered in his heart.He has never understood why Li Xuezhu, the same Lord of the Three Palaces, has always valued Dongfang Huan so much and defended her everywhere.Jealousy breeds hatred, although he usually dare not show it, but Yang Dingtian really wants Dongfang Huan to make a fool of himself.

In the field, Amu couldn't help but sneered when he heard Dongfang Huan's words.

"Palace Master Dongfang doesn't want to be my enemy? How ridiculous! I am the direct disciple of Sect Master Beihan. You hurt my fellow sect and insult my sect? Today, if I, Amu, don't justify Beihan's name, will I be a man in vain?"

At this time, Amu did not move.But in the entire Qingshi Square, a chilling murderous aura was instantly felt.

Dongfang Huan frowned, looking at Amu with extremely complicated eyes, and the blue skirt was windless and automatic, obviously his heart was fluctuating.

However, Amu was unmoved at all.

"Amu, the direct disciple of the Northern Cold Sect Master Han, invite the Lord of Jiangxue Pavilion Blood Moon Palace to fight!" Amu said coldly.

Dongfang Huan looked at Amu with dim eyes. She knew that today's battle was inevitable.

"You and I will fight, regardless of life or death!" Dongfang Huan said.

"Hmph!" Amu sneered, "Don't worry, Palace Master Dongfang, outside Qifeng Town, I once said that for the sake of five thousand silver-level spiritual coins, I will spare you once! It seems that Palace Master Dongfang has the foresight ! I expected today's game!"

Dongfang Huan smiled wryly without arguing, and then a strange color flashed in his eyes, as if he had connected with something, and his spirit was shocked.

"What do you think, Brother Wang! Please!" Dongfang Huan stood still, and with a movement of his hands, the Huntian Lanling, who had been chopped into pieces by Lishui's sword intent, recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This Huntian Lan Ling is a robbery.

The so-called robbery treasure is the treasure of body protection for monks in the catastrophe when they cross the catastrophe, and it is rare on the sea and desert.However, Jiebao does not distinguish between junior high school and advanced levels. Its power is only slightly inferior to Xianbao, but it is much higher than Soul Treasure.

But ordinary robbery treasures focus on protecting and crossing robbery, while Dongfang Huan's robbery treasure is both offensive and defensive, it can be said to be the best among robbery treasures.

Huntian Lan Ling, with his left hand as the main defense and his right hand as the main attacker, is extremely powerful, and can be reborn even if he is broken.

"Offended!" Dongfang Huan yelled in a low voice, moved his body, and shot first.

(End of this chapter)