nine coffins

Chapter 226
(Sorry, there was a problem when uploading Chapter 210 IX, and it has been revised now~ Thank you for your reminders!) In Tianzang Peak and his party, Amu not only collected the remnants of the coffin, but also advanced to a high-level spiritual saint. Well worth the trip, the rewards are great.

However, when Amu stood alone outside the mountain gate of Tianzang Cave, he felt a little dazed in his heart.Soaring into the sky, Amu looked down at the entire Tianzang Peak, thoughtful.

Under the night, Tianzang Peak stands alone in the southwest of the Northern Cold Sect. Among the many beautiful and beautiful fairy mountains of the Northern Cold Sect, it looks even more ordinary and lonely.

Northern cold?Tianzang?Amu had an indescribable feeling in his heart.The Tianzang lineage is like a Qianlong of the Northern Cold School in the abyss.

But at this time, on Tianzang Peak, Mo Qing sent Amu away, and hurriedly turned back to the cave just now.

At this time, the ray of skylight above the cave fell directly on the ground, forming a bright white spot about three feet in diameter.

Goodbye, Master Qianzang is forming a mudra with his hands, sitting cross-legged in the center of the circle with his eyes closed.The entire cave mansion exudes a strange book fragrance.

The sky light shone down, and the real Qianzang, who was dressed in blue, bathed in it, and the endless silver light radiated from the whole body, which caught people's eyes.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the real Qianzang, who was originally black-haired, now has white hair.The three ancient coins that the real Qianzang used to deduce, surrounded the real Qianzang, exuding a gray atmosphere.

And that gray air just formed a delicate balance with that ray of sky light.

"Master!" Mo Qing's face changed suddenly when he saw it. He knew that everything that should have happened had happened after all.Mo Qing rushed over, but couldn't get within three feet of the daylight, and couldn't help but knelt down on the ground, tears in his eyes.

In fact, as the most trusted disciple of Master Qianzang, Mo Qing already understood what happened.However, seeing this scene suddenly, Mo Qing still lost his sense of proportion.

"The Prison of Heavenly Light! Master!" Mo Qing looked at Master Qianzang and choked up slightly.

"Mo Qing, everything happens for a reason!" Master Qianzang slowly opened his eyes, his voice was as peaceful as ever.

"The remnants of the coffin have been taken away, which broke the balance of Tianzang Peak! The entire Tianzang lineage, except for Shenglian Lishui, all disciples came here in this life. However, there are still people who have not yet awakened. How can I know that it is not a blessing if I lose my horse? This ray of pure sun that lasts for thousands of years may help me to get rid of reincarnation and ascend to Tianzhou again!"

Although Master Qianzang understands in his heart that the so-called "get rid of reincarnation and go to Tianzhou again" is nothing more than self-comfort, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape from the cage of the light of the three realms in his whole life.

Hearing what Qianzang Master said, Mo Qing could only hold back his grief and nodded silently.

"Since the disciple is awakened, he will naturally understand!"

"Pass down my dharma decree and open the formation of Tianzang! From now on, the entire Tianzang lineage will be practiced in closed-door practice, and don't ask about worldly affairs!" Master Qianzang closed his eyes again after finishing speaking.

Mo Qing let out a long sigh, knowing that the roulette of karma had been turned and there was no turning around, so he silently exited the cave.

That night, clouds and fog rose heavily on Tianzang Peak.The blue mist shrouded the entire Tianzang Peak.Tianzang Peak also disappeared overnight after the North Seven Peaks in Beihanzong Township.

Countless years later, the history of the Northern Cold Sect records: In the 810th and [-]th year of the Northern Cold Immortal Calendar, the Tianzang lineage closed the fairy mountain and imprisoned the cave.The green mist locks the mountain for more than a thousand years, and the veins of the northern cold, without knowing the details, no one dares to approach.

At this time, the real body of Kuxinzi who was sitting on the northern peak had sensed it, slowly opened his eyes, looked in the direction of Tianzang Peak, and then let out a long sigh.

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"

After all, Kuxinzi didn't say any more, and slowly closed his eyes again.So far, the Northern Cold Sect has only seven veins left.

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Tianzang Peak disappeared, and the Northern Cold Sect shook again.

However, when Bai Yifeng heard about this, he frowned and said nothing.Zhang and Zhou, the two patriarchs who have not been able to retreat for many years, only sighed after hearing this.

Perhaps, the only three remaining top figures in the Northern Cold Sect felt it.Everything that has happened over the years seems to indicate that the Northern Cold Sect has an inescapable destiny.

When Amu stood in front of the thick fog that blocked everything in the north of Beihan, it was already three days later.Regarding the sudden disappearance of Tianzang Peak, Amu knew that it must have something to do with the remnant wood of the coffin he took away, but everything in detail is still an unsolved mystery.

"Junior Amu, come and pay your respects!" Amu's voice pierced through the black mist, and at the same time bowed to the dark fog.

Before Amu finished speaking, a long and secluded passage appeared in the black mist.

Amu sighed slightly in his heart. He was already a high-level spiritual saint, but if he hadn't painstakingly opened up the black mist, he would never have passed through it.Kuxinzi once said that he is a strong man at the level of scattered souls. If he blocks it with all his strength, then he will not even think about passing through this thick black fog.

Amu passed through the thick black mist, and saw the North Seven Peaks that used to be suppressed by the Northern Cold Sect and the vast and endless cold plain.

The seven peaks in the north of Zhenbei are in the shape of the Big Dipper.Gathering the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, and condensing the power of the sun and the moon, the huge magic circle emits continuously flowing seven-color lights.

Looking at the endless northern wilderness, the sky is full of wind and snow, and the icebergs stretch for thousands of miles, boundless.

Amu, who had seen all this before, often wondered what kind of immortal war could make Hanyuan have no alternation of cold and heat for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, and the wind and snow continued all year round.

Such a realm, even the current Amu dare not even think about it.That's the level of a real fairy, right?
And the huge moat between Hanyuan and Qifeng, which emits billowing black air, was originally extremely dangerous, and it was ten thousand feet long without seeing both ends.But at this time, it completely turned into flat ground, covered by the vast snow.

The colorful and blurred North Cold Seven Peaks and the snowy and endless cold plain are actually connected together, but there seems to be a vacuum in the middle.

However, Zhenbei Peak, towering into the sky like a sword pointing to the sky, is still there.

On the top of the peak, Kuxinzi still sat with his eyes closed, and all kinds of seven-color runes were circulating around him.

It seems that although the moat was sealed, the ancient demons suppressed in it made Ku Xinzi dare not be careless.

"Amu has met senior!" Amu flew up to Zhenbei Peak, landed not far from Kuxinzi, and bowed again to salute.

Strange to say, Amu's mentality is quite different when facing the real body of bitter son and bitter son in black.The black-clothed painstaking son has a humorous personality, and he can laugh and scold.And this painstaking son's real body is serious and serious.

So when facing the black-clothed bitter son, Amu got a little more close, but facing the real body of bitter son, Amu showed a little more awe.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but you have been promoted to the high-level Dzogchen in the spiritual realm?"

The one who spoke was bitter boy in black, he floated directly from the real body's head, still in that attire, like a ghost.But the real body of Kuxinzi is like an old monk entering meditation, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, without any change.

This is a very wonderful feeling.However, Amu is not surprised.

"It's just a fluke, and at the same time, I would like to thank the senior for his guidance!" Amu smiled faintly.

"Did you bring the remnants of the coffin?" the bitter boy in black took a sip of the wine from the black gourd, seemingly casually.

"Here it is!" Amu replied.

"Then Li Qianzang helped you a lot, right?" Hei Yi painstakingly smiled bitterly.

"Not bad!" Amu didn't hide anything, and told everything exactly.The painstaking son in black listened carefully, his expression didn't change much, he just took a sip of wine occasionally and then smacked his lips.

Amu finally said: "Tianzang Peak disappeared in the Northern Cold Sect just like the North Seven Peaks of this town!" Amu's tone was a little uneasy and worried, after all, he was not sure whether the Tibetan Peak was like the Seven Peaks of this town that day. Blocked by the fog, and then there is a hole in the sky.

"Don't worry about it!" Heiyi painstakingly sighed, and said, "Everyone has their own destination, and they have their own masters in the dark! As a disciple of the Northern Cold Sect, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

What the black-clothed painstaking son said was a little unclear, but seeing that he didn't mean to explain at all, Amu didn't ask any more questions.Seeing Kuxinzi in black took another sip of wine, suddenly changed the subject, and said, "Seven Star Bitter Dew is really good!"

"Oh?" Amu was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that the words of Heiyi painstaking son were a little out of his head.

"Although good wine is good, it's not easy to drink! But with just this jug of wine, the Emperor of Taihuang wants you to go to Heishui. It's a bit whimsical!" The bitter boy in black sneered.

"Huh?" Amu knew that the black-clothed painstaking son was about to get to the point, "What do you mean, senior?"

"According to what you said, according to my guess! There must have been a wonderful battle in Baicheng back then, and the endless white snow, isn't it very similar to the heavy snow in the northern wilderness?" Han Yuan, thoughtful.

When the black-clothed painstaking son said this, Amu's heart moved, and he only felt it.The vast snow in Baicheng really resembles the heavy snow in the northern wilderness.

They are all boundless and heavy snow day and night, and they are all filled with a touch of aura, which will not melt for years.

"Senior, did you say that the Battle of Baicheng and the legendary Battle of the Northern Wilderness were committed by the same person?" But as soon as the words came out, Amu himself felt a little unbelievable.

"Hey?" Sure enough, the bitter boy in black sneered, "You really dare to think?"

"To tell you the truth, for my realm, the immortals of the Battle of the Northern Wilderness are a distant legend. Whether there are such so-called immortals in the world, I am not sure! But one thing is certain, If such an immortal with great magic power really appeared on the sea wasteland, then it must be the end of the world, and he will be born in response to the catastrophe!"

"As far as I can see, the battle of Baicheng will definitely not be done by such an immortal! But the person who can trap the Emperor of Taihuang is by no means an ordinary practitioner!" The bitter boy in black frowned slightly.

As a loose soul-level old monster who has lived for nearly ten thousand years, Ku Xinzi is very aware of the horror of the Emperor of Taihuang.Because there was such a saying in Haihuang Shenzhou back then-the emperor of Taihuang, Haihuang is invincible.

(End of this chapter)