nine coffins

Chapter 217 Young Master Murong Huang

At the beginning, when Amu first entered Tianzang Cave, he felt that the black air was somewhat magical. Li Shui also said that it was a piece of black wood.But I didn't expect that it was also a remnant of a coffin.Thinking of all the benefits of the remnant wood in the coffin, Amu really wanted to go to Tianzang Peak immediately.

"Don't worry! Even if you get that piece of wood, you won't be able to mend the magic coffin!" Hei Yiku said helplessly, his thinking was slightly different from that of Amu.

At the same time, neither he nor Amu could explain why the remnants of the original coffin could automatically repair the magic coffin within the enchantment of the magic coffin.

There are still too many unknowns about the magic coffin.

"My old man is leaving!" After saying this, Heiyi sighed painstakingly, and then suddenly stretched out his hand to Amu, making Amu stunned.

"Give me a few more pots!" Hei Yi said bitterly.

Just now, when he heard that the sea-desolate, evil, crazy monk was drinking the seven-star sweet dew in the small shop in Baicheng every day, he had an urge to go directly to Baicheng.

This world is too unfair, he guards the ancient demon soul day and night.That crazy guy is drinking every day to save his soul.

Although he understood that the crazy monk would never do meaningless things, it was probably because of that old immortal who was too desolate.But it's better than sitting on the devil by yourself.They are also demon servants. With such a workload comparison, how can black clothes work so hard to balance them?
Although Amu didn't know that Kuxinzi was also a so-called devil's servant at this time, he also guessed some of his thoughts and felt amused.At the same time, he can also feel the real loneliness of a painstaking son.

Standing on the North Peak for 7000 years, no one without great perseverance can never do it. Up to this point, Amu absolutely admired Kuxinzi at the beginning.It is a kind of protection of life.

So, Amu directly took out his pot of pure seven-star bitter dew, and without hesitation, he poured half of the pot from the gourd he had worked so hard for.

"You can drink it yourself as a blender!" Amu said with a smile.

"Yeah!" The mournful face of the black-clothed painstaking child showed a little smile this time, "You still have affection. It's a pity that the crazy monk is cheaper!"

"Ahem!" Amu coughed twice, comforting, "The division of labor in the revolution is different, but they all contribute to Beihuang!"

The painstaking son in black doesn't understand the revolutionary division of labor, but he doesn't ask for a deep understanding.He waved his hand, let out a long sigh, and walked away buoyantly.

"It's a laughable upside-down dream, thousands of years are like floating clouds! Dust is troublesome, why ask? Look at the sun and moon, things sink! I'm the only one in the fairy world!"

Humming the little tune that has remained unchanged for almost ten thousand years, it is a pity that only Amu can hear it at this time, and the painstaking son in black disappears into the night.

Looking at the direction where the black-clothed painstaking child disappeared, Amu was slightly at a loss.

During this meeting, Kuxinzi did not say too much, but asked Amu to go to Zhenbei Peak, which meant that what he wanted to say was extremely important.

Amu had an intuition that the incident in the Wild Soul Secret Realm must have touched Kuxinzi, so he decided to tell him some secret things.

At the same time, what kind of monks Tianhuangmen will send to the stage tomorrow, and the black robe Murong Huang is exactly the same as the demon cultivator Xiao Luo, this has always been a doubt in Amu's mind.

Not even twin brothers are so similar.Those two people were a pure mirror image, and Amu couldn't figure it out.

Be careful of Murong Huang!Maybe Kuxinzi knew the origin of Murong Huang, but he didn't explain it thoroughly, or maybe even Kuxinzi didn't know the real origin of Murong Huang.

Amu looked again at Han Bingyi, who was sitting still in the small courtyard, who was practicing hard. He didn't miss it any more, and turned around and disappeared into the night.

Everything can be seen in tomorrow's battle.

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At the same time, in the room of the black-robed man Murong Huang in Tianhuangmen, it was another scene.

Murong Huang sat in the middle, and four black-clothed monks stood respectfully on both sides.These four black-clothed monks are all high-ranking spiritual beings, and they are also absolute masters in the entire Northern Wilderness.

One must know that Bai Yifeng, the current Patriarch of the Beihan Sect, is only a high-level Dzogchen.

But it was these four great monks who were so respectful in front of the black-robed Murong Huang, and they all stood there with their hands down.Murong Huang, who was wearing a black robe trimmed with gold, possessed absolute majesty.

At this time, Murong Huang's face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed.The slender and pale index finger and middle finger of his left hand kept tapping on the armrest of the big sandalwood chair, as if he was thinking about something.

His face also became paler, without a trace of blood.

The four monks just stood quietly with their hands down, no one dared to make a sound.

There was silence for a while, and the whole room was a little depressingly quiet.

Finally, Murong Huang opened his eyes, broke the silence, and said slowly: "Communication to Tiancheng, the plan has changed, and all actions will be postponed!"

"Huh?" As soon as these words came out, the four high-ranking monks who had been standing with their heads bowed couldn't help raising their heads with surprise on their faces.

The monk at the top on the left seemed to be courageous and whispered: "Young master!"

Just after saying these two words, the cultivator seemed to hesitate a bit and dared not say any more.

"But it's okay to talk!" Murong Huang said indifferently.

"Yes!" The monk got permission, and then bowed and saluted, "Young master! I think that although Moxiu Amu has some means, but his cultivation level is only between the middle and high-level of the Holy Spirit. How can he support him alone? The entire Northern Cold Sect, our Tianhuang Sect and Jiangxue Pavilion join forces, and there is absolutely no problem in bloodbathing the Northern Cold Sect!"

The first monk on the right side is the black-clothed monk who sat under Murong Huang during the day. At this time, he also saluted: "Your Highness! This subordinate thinks what Elder Sun said is very true. Now the strength of the Northern Cold Sect Big loss, if it weren't for that Moxiu Amu to fight today, the Northern Cold Sect would not be able to send out five spiritual monks. At this time, the Northern Cold Sect can be said to be extremely weak. If we really wait for the Eternal Saint Lotus and the two eighth-rank fairy roots If the cultivation base is great, I am afraid it will be too late!"

Although the other two monks did not speak, they kept nodding.It seems that the views of these four people are quite consistent.

But after listening to the two of them, Murong Huang shook his head and said, "It's not easy to kill that demon cultivator? You must know that even the seventh lady of the Dongfang family failed, and Li Xue, the master of Jiangxue Pavilion, was not even a middle-level cultivation base of Lingsheng." Dare to end. In my opinion, that Amu's combat power is comparable to soul level!"

At this time, there is no one else in the room, and if Amu is present, he must be amazed by Murong Huang's judgment.

Earlier, Amu's judgment was good, this Murong Huang was indeed a mortal.And for a mortal to have such vision and judgment, he must be considered a first-class evildoer.

"Oh?" The three monks didn't expect Murong Huang to have such a high opinion of Amu.Although Murong Huang is not a monk, they are absolutely convinced of Murong Huang's vision and judgment.

"But it's not that Amu can't be killed, and it's not that he can't be killed. It's just that if he is killed, I'm afraid it will cause big trouble!" Murong Huang frowned slightly.

"Northern Sea of ​​Immortals?" the monk called Elder Sun said again.

"That's right!" Murong Huang nodded, "Above the Northern Wilderness, how the Tianhuang, Jiangxue, and Northern Cold factions fight, whoever wins and who loses, the Arctic Immortal Sea will remain silent. But tomorrow's battle may cause alarm The arctic fairy sea!"

When mentioning the Arctic Fairy Sea, the four monks all chose to remain silent.

Although they were extremely awed and convinced by the mysterious Highness in front of them, the deterrent power of the Seven Great Immortals of the Sea Desolation was enough to make them dare not say anything more.

"I have arranged everything myself!" Murong Huang sighed slightly, "The Northern Cold Sect originally only had three masters of spiritual sages, even including Han Qianli who hasn't shown up for a long time, there are only four, we secretly brought enough people. You can get the secrets in the fog in the north of the Northern Cold School, but if you kill such a Mu, everything will change. Now we must test out the attitude of the Arctic Fairy Sea!"

As he said that, Murong Huang naturally touched a ring on the middle finger of his right hand that was simple in style and exuded a faint gray light, and then murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"The Tian Huang Sect has endured for nearly 4000 years, and the Great Murong Dynasty has also been established for [-] years, but everything must have a beginning!" Finally, Murong Huang's voice trembled slightly, obviously a little excited.

When he said this, the four monks all showed serious expressions on their faces.

"Respect the will of the young master!" The four monks bowed and saluted, and it was only after Murong Huang asked them to summon all the postponed orders.

Murong Huang nodded slightly, then waved his hand, signaling the three to back down.

Those three people bowed and retreated, Murong Huang leaned on the big sandalwood chair quite tiredly by himself.

Strategize and win a thousand miles.The chess game in Murong Huang's mind is definitely beyond everyone's imagination, everyone will become his chess pieces.

"Too wild... the magic man... the magic coffin... the heavenly girl..."

Although Murong Huang closed his eyes and rested his mind, he whispered in his mouth.This man who is good at calculating and comparable to a god seems to be planning something.

Each of the few words he whispered to himself was enough to make the entire desert bloody.But all of this was within Murong Huang's calculations.

At this time, what he most wanted to know was what kind of secrets were hidden in the thick fog in the direction of the North Peak of Beihanzong Town.

"Cough cough cough—" Murong Huang coughed suddenly and violently.

This time Murong Huang coughed very badly, as if he was about to cough up his lungs, his pale face instantly turned blood red.

Hearing the violent coughing in the room, and the gentle knocking of the waiter on the door.But Murong Huang didn't answer, the waiter outside the door didn't dare to come in.After a while, the cough stopped, and there was silence outside the door.

And the brocade handkerchief in Murong Huang's hand was already dotted with black bloodstains, and there was a trace of coldness in the bloodstains.Murong Huang took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a dark purple pill and swallowed it, his breath gradually stabilized.

Although he has been maintained with elixir and panacea, his body is still deteriorating.Only Murong Huang can understand this kind of pain.

"Heavenly Maiden Huanhua!" Murong Huang clutched the handkerchief fiercely, his knuckles turned white, "I will not avenge this revenge! I will no longer be a human being in the next life!"

The hatred in Murong Huang's eyes was enough to destroy everything.

(End of this chapter)