nine coffins

Chapter 216

"Forget Soul and Worry-free Grass!" Amu naturally remembered that this was the pot of fairy grass that the mysterious Qianhua Granny sold them. "This grass is a different species. It will not dry up for a hundred years. Watching it every day can solve all the worries in life. The girl may need it in the future!"

"Brother, just give me a pot of Wanghun Wuyou grass! Girl Wuyou, you will be happy!"

Grandma Qianhua's words are still in my ears.Now that I think about it, Grandma Qianhua seems to have already calculated the fate of Amu, Li Shui, and Han Bingyi.

Only then did they point out that the three treasures, the remnant wood in the coffin, the sword lotus of Immortal Soul, and the Forget Soul Worriless Grass, were all tailor-made.

That Qianhua Granny must be an extremely high-spirited person, but it's a pity that even the painstaking person can't tell her origin.

At this time, Amu took out the summoning jade talisman that Han Bingyi gave him at the beginning from his bosom, and gently stroked it.Amu knew that as long as he wanted to, Han Bingyi would wake up from the almost endless cultivation with just a light call from him.

However, Amu knew Han Bingyi's character, so waking Han Bingyi at this moment would be tantamount to killing her.Since you can't get close unless you are in the soul state, Han Bingyi must be in the soul state or even higher before coming out to see Amu.

And with Han Bingyi's temperament, if Amu is no longer Beihan when she leaves the customs, she will go looking for it even if she travels all over the world.

At this time, Han Bingyi suddenly frowned slightly, wondering if it was because Amu disturbed her, which made her feel a little unsteady as if she had sensed something.

I saw that at this moment, the pot of Wanghun Wuyou grass swayed gently, and a faint green glow radiated out.

Han Bingyi's brows gradually relaxed until she was completely silent, breathing as usual.

Forget about your soul!Sure enough, it was this pot of fairy grass that calmed Han Bingyi's heart and soul for 40 years, and helped her improve her realm so quickly.

"Senior Sister Han, I'm back!" Amu looked at the small courtyard and smiled.However, he didn't expect Han Bingyi's answer, he just talked to himself.

"Stinky boy, do you still know to come back?" Han Bingyi naturally couldn't hear Amu's words, but at this moment, a slightly hoarse voice came from the shadow.

"Oh!" Amu chuckled, in fact, he had already sensed the coming person, "Your old man came quickly!"

Then, Amu looked towards the shadow, and saw a thin old man in black with a black gourd hanging around his waist, floating around, appearing like a ghost.

This black-clothed old man is none other than the soul body of Ku Xinzi, the patriarch of Beifeng in Beihan Sect Town.

"Junior Amu pays homage to senior!" Amu restrained his smile and bowed solemnly to the black-clothed sweetheart.

"Hmph!" Hei Yi bitterly snorted coldly, "It's a good thing you didn't die, but it caused my old man to search for you on the deserted sea for nearly 40 years! I didn't expect you to make a big fuss when you entered the wild soul secret realm , actually got rid of it!"

Although I don't know why the Wild Soul Secret Realm disappeared in the first place, but I guess it must have something to do with Amu.

When Amu heard this, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.Besides Master Wang Jue, Kuxinzi was the only one who knew the secret of the magic coffin in him.So when facing Kuxinzi, whether it was his body or soul body, Amu was very relaxed.

Kuxinzi is someone in this world that Amu can completely trust.

Amu didn't speak, first took out a wine jug from the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet, and threw it directly to the black-clothed painstaking son.

"It's hard for you to get old, this is a bit of compensation!" Amu laughed.

"Huh?" The bitter boy in black frowned, "What good wine can you have? Where have you been all these years?"

The black-clothed painstaking son took the jug while asking, but all alcoholic drinkers would take a quick gulp, and this black-clothed painstaking son was no exception.He took the flagon and took a sip.

"Huh?" But as soon as the wine was drunk, the complexion of the bitter boy in black changed instantly, his eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "Seven Stars...bitter dew? This is the blended Seven Star Bitter Dew!"

The painstaking son in black was holding the flagon in his hand, and looked at Amu with a strange expression.

Amu, however, looked at the black-clothed sweetheart very calmly, without the slightest surprise, because Amu had expected the reaction of the black-clothed sweetheart when he sent out the pot of seven-star sweet dew.

"How does it taste?" Amu smiled.

At this time, seeing Amu so calm, the black-clothed painstaking child couldn't help but smiled wryly.

"I'm old, I'm surprised!" Heiyi painstakingly laughed at himself, "This Seven Star Bitter Dew is one of the three famous wines of Haihuang. Although it has been blended, the taste is naturally unique!"

As he said that, the black-clothed painstaking child took another big sip, and then heaved a long sigh, as if he was relishing the taste of the wine, and also lamenting the past of thousands of years.

"I didn't expect it! Sigh, your realm has improved far beyond my expectations. Moreover, a demon cultivator who is only a middle-level spiritual saint and a great perfection can come back alive under the hands of the Emperor Taihuang! What a miracle!"

"Emperor of Desolation?" This was the first time Amu heard this name.

"What? Did you brew the seven-star bitter dew yourself?" The bitter man in black sneered, "The only one who can brew the seven-star bitter dew in the entire Sea Desolate China is the Emperor of Taihuang! This wine can't go wrong! The taste of thousands of years."

As he said that, the painstaking man in black took another big gulp, still wanting more.

"Is the emperor of Taihuang a lame old man with white hair?" Amu asked.

"Oh?" The black-clothed painstaking child frowned, and then said in relief, "It's been almost 1 years, who knows what he looks like now, the unrivaled powerhouse back then?"

"Oh?" Amu frowned slightly.

"Perhaps, what you saw was not his true face at all! The Emperor of Desolation rarely shows his true face to others, even I don't know his appearance." Hei Yi painstakingly added.

"Oh?" Amu was surprised, "Is he a cultivator?"

"The Tribulation Realm?" The bitter boy in black couldn't help but stop the wine gourd in his hand, and looked at Amu in a strange way, "It seems that you have grown not only in your cultivation, but also in your knowledge in the past 40 years! You actually know the level above the three realms." The Tribulation Realm cultivator?"

"This is what the lame old man with white hair told me!" Amu laughed.

"Don't be tricky! Tell me exactly what you have experienced in the past 40 years!" The bitter boy in black said impatiently.

"Okay!" Seeing the impatient look of the bitter boy in black, Amu had no choice but to agree immediately.

Then Amu took himself from entering the wild soul secret realm, had to meet Shen Yan, collected all kinds of wild soul treasures, obtained the inheritance of the God King of War, the magic clock rang, and fought against the demon cultivator Xiao Luo and the middle-level soul cultivator Dzogchen soul body , the secret realm of the wild soul was broken, reborn and practiced in the realm of the devil's coffin, and then went to Liuzhen to kill the third elder of the fairy ghost sect, Fuhunzi, and encountered a mad monk, a plum blossom elf and a mysterious white-haired lame old man in Baicheng, etc. The whole story was told to the painstaking son in black.

With painstaking efforts, in the North Cold Sect, Amu is absolutely not afraid of anyone who can eavesdrop.

Amu has almost no reservations, the only thing he has reserved is the vague love between himself and Shen Yanzhi, and Murong Haiqing who was last seen outside Baicheng.

Regarding his master's school, Amu instinctively felt that it must contain an unworldly secret, and if he didn't know his black rattan, he must not know anything else, so Amu didn't talk about it.

Even so, the black-clothed painstaking son frowned and his expression changed several times.

One must know that Kuxinzi's real body is a scattered soul monk, an old monster who has lived for nearly ten thousand years.The nearly [-]-year history of cultivating immortals in Haihuang Shenzhou is in his heart, but after listening to Amu's narration, many things are still beyond his imagination.

Kuxinzi has heard about the general souls in the wild soul secret realm, such as the root of the black devil, the blood-winged bat, the horse king of war spirit, etc., can't move the bitter heart in black.

Qingyuanyun's family and Miao's family made Kuxinzi scoff.

Even when he heard about the matter of Fu Hunzi from the Immortal Ghost Sect waiting for Amu and Baicheng from the northern country, the black-clothed painstaking son also sneered, as if he was quite confident.

Moreover, the painstaking child who heard this understood that the hunchbacked old man with white hair and sloping feet must be the emperor of Taihuang, and finally understood why the song of Lihen resounded throughout Beihuang that night.

But the mysterious Shen Yan with the face of the supreme ghost and god, the supreme inheritance of the God King of War, the resurrection of the ancient beasts of the wild soul and the murals in the Black Demon Palace, the appearance of the demon repairer Xiao Luo, the appearance of the magic clock, the last of the secret land of the wild soul... Visions and so on, these things are beyond the imagination and knowledge of Kuxinzi.

Originally, I just hoped to experience Amu, get the 'Essence of Desolate Soul', and practice the art of soul dance.But now it seems that Amu's experience is too rich and bizarre, and it contains too much information.

For a long while, Ku Xinzi didn't speak, just drank the seven-star sweet dew in the jug.Amu had more questions in his heart than Kuxinzi, so he didn't speak.

"Amu, according to what you said, you must go to the Immortal Ghost Sect!" the black-clothed painstaking son finally said.

"That's right! If you want to find my master and Yu'er, you have to go to the Immortal Ghost Sect. Moreover, I just found out today that Senior Han went to the Immortal Ghost Sect 40 years ago, and now I don't know if he is alive or dead! Each of these three people is worthy of me. Let's go." Amu said.

"Yeah!" Hei Yi painstakingly nodded, didn't say much, and seemed to have no intention of objecting.

"Beihan will have another battle tomorrow. As soon as the matter of the Beihan Sect is over, you will go to Zhenbei Peak! I have something to tell you!" the bitter boy in black said in a rare solemn tone.

Amu knew that Kuxinzi was going to say some extremely important things or anecdotes, so he hurriedly nodded and said, "Your junior understands!"

The painstaking son in black glanced at the purple awns that filled the sky in the sky, this is the brilliance of only the first level of the Northern Cold Protecting Sect Great Formation.

The brilliance of this large formation has been accompanied by the years of painstaking son for nearly ten thousand years.

"Be careful of the mortal you mentioned that is exactly the same as the demon cultivator Xiao Luo!" Heiyi bitterly frowned and said, "All coincidences must have cause and effect!"

"All coincidences must have cause and effect!" Amu thought about this sentence for a while, and took it for granted.

The painstaking son in black seemed to suddenly think of something, turned his head and said to Amu: "Before you come to Zhenbei Peak, don't forget to go to Sky Burial Peak!"

"What?" Amu asked puzzled.If it's something like meeting the real Qianzang, I think you don't have to ask for it yourself.

"Bring that piece of black wood in Tianzang Cave!" the black-clothed painstaking child said lightly, "You have absorbed the demonic energy of the Tianzihao cave a long time ago, and there is still a piece of coffin wood in Tianzang Cave, so don't worry about it." Stay any longer!"

"The remnant wood in the coffin?" Amu's heart was shocked.

(End of this chapter)