nine coffins

Chapter 233 The Mysterious Young Monk

Amu wanted to seal himself temporarily, but he couldn't stop the power of the coffin and the two strange auras.

There was a sound from outside, "Forbidden! Seal!", like the sound of spring thunder.

Suddenly, seven-color rays of light descended from the sky, which was extremely bright, and in the vast snow, it was even more dreamy and blurred.Suddenly, the seven-color glow suddenly changed color and turned into thousands of icicles.

"Boundary!" There was another shout.

Seeing Amu's surroundings again, an endless wall of ice suddenly rose.The ice wall seemed to take root on the ground and grow rapidly.In just an instant, Amu was sealed in the ice world, and there was no more snow.

The banning barrier instantly cut off the connection between Amu and all the breaths on this cold plain.

Within the enchantment, a world of its own.

Strange to say, this barrier cuts off all the breath on the cold plain.Amu immediately felt that the inexplicable breath disappeared in an instant, as if it had disappeared for a while.

Amu's devilish energy had no opponent for a while, and it immediately circulated as before, flowing into all limbs and bones, big and small.

At the same time, as the two breaths ceased to fight, the demon coffin in Dan Hai stopped suddenly, and then gradually returned to calm.The unwilling magic sound did not sound again.

The momentary calm gave Amu a rare opportunity.For the time being, Amu ignored who saved him, and hurriedly channeled his qi into the sea, collecting the complex and complex demonic qi in the alchemy sea.

One by one, Amu was cautious, not daring to make the slightest change, for fear of another change.After two changes, Amu has a new understanding of Han Yuan.

Amu gradually understood that all the changes in his body must be related to this Wanli Hanyuan.It must be some breath from the cold plain that caused the reaction of the magic coffin in Amu's body or the Wangyou Stone of the Three Realms.

That kind of sadness is so unforgettable, and that kind of unwillingness is so eternal.

Although Amu didn't understand why this happened, Amu guessed that maybe tens of thousands of years ago, an earth-shattering and unspeakable story happened on the cold plain.

The woman in white, what kind of past did the owner of the magic coffin have?

Amu crossed his knees and rested his eyes, the demonic energy circulated continuously for several weeks.

I don't know how long it took before Amu felt that his body had adapted a little. Although the injuries in his body had not completely improved, they were no longer serious.

At the same time, Amu single-handedly took out the half pot of Seven Star Sweet Dew, and Amu poured two drops into his mouth.This seven-star sweet dew is a peerless medicine. Amu catalyzed the medicine's power, and within half a moment, he was almost cured.

"The emperor of Taihuang is really extraordinary!" Amu couldn't help feeling emotional when he thought of the white-haired old man in the small shop.

Then, after learning from the pain, Amu couldn't help but feel palpitations.If it hadn't been for the help of someone with the enchantment technique, I am afraid that Amu is probably not in the world at this time.

At this time, Amu's state was stable, and he couldn't help looking at the enchantment.I saw that this enchantment was boundless, and it was a cloud of white gas.The dense white air makes people extremely comfortable.

Other than that, nothing.This is a protective enchantment!Amu thought to himself.

The art of enchantment has countless changes, and the levels are very different.

At this time, the enchantment that Amu was in was extremely pure without any impurities.Moreover, Amu knew that the dense white air was for the survival of people within the barrier.

It is a mist condensed from pure spiritual energy. Once this enchantment is released, it is estimated that countless people can be safe.

On the Northern Desolate Cold Plain, the one who can create such an enchantment must be a monk from the Arctic Fairy Sea.It's just that, just looking at the enchantment, you can't tell the monk's cultivation base, but at least he should be a monk at the level of soul cultivation.

Amu was thinking about it, when suddenly a ray of morning light fell.I don't know when, that enchantment has dissipated.

At this time, it was already dawn in Hanyuan, and for some reason, the heavy snow stopped at this time, and a ray of sky in the east was faintly seen.

"You recovered so quickly!" Not far away, a young monk in a Shuiyun Taoist robe stood facing Amu with his hands behind his back.It seems that this young monk must have been protecting Amu all the time, and when he found that Amu was awake, he removed the barrier.

The young monk's appearance was not handsome, but his demeanor was by no means ordinary, especially his pair of eyes, which were calm and bottomless.

At this time, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the young monk, but it quickly dissipated.

He absolutely did not expect that Amu, who was on the verge of losing his temper and ran away with anger, would be fine after only seven or eight hours.

"Lingsheng high-level!" Amu was also slightly shocked at this time.Amu felt a little unbelievable that it was only a high-ranking spiritual saint with the same level of cultivation as him who could set up such an enchantment and save himself.

Could it be that what this person reveals is not true cultivation?
"Amu, I met Daoist Brother! Thank you Daoist Brother for saving my life!" Amu called him according to Haihuang's custom, and then bowed.

"You're welcome, it's easy to do!" The young monk smiled gently, not caring about the so-called life-saving grace.

"I don't know brother Gao's name? He's a monk from the Arctic Fairy Sea!" Amu asked.

"Under the Yunpo!" The young monk responded, then looked to the north, and then said slowly, "A monk in the Arctic Fairy Sea? That's right!"

After all, the young monk smiled.

I don't know when, the heavy snow covered the sky again, and the sky light just now was just a moment in ten thousand years.

"Is it?" Amu's heart moved, this answer was a bit strange.

However, when they met for the first time, the other party had saved his life, so Amu never asked too many questions.It is just expected that this young monk's background is not ordinary, because this northern wilderness is by no means accessible to everyone.

"Which sect are you a disciple of? Are you going to the Arctic Fairy Sea?" the young monk asked back.

"The disciples of the Northern Cold Sect are going to the North Pole Fairy Sea! However, something went wrong on this cold plain." Amu replied.

"Yeah!" The young monk nodded and smiled, "Sure enough, he is a disciple of the Northern Cold Sect. Otherwise, I don't think the disciples of other sects would be able to pass through the fog at the level of distracting souls laid by the painstaking sons of the Northern Cold."

The young monk looked at Amu again, and said, "Your name is Amu?"

"Exactly!" At this time, Amu felt that this young monk was not like the strength of a high-ranking spiritual monk, but rather unfathomable, and listening to his words, he seemed to be the same as the Northern Cold Sect and the Arctic Immortal Sea. They are all related.

Therefore, Amu's attitude towards him is quite respectful.

"This northern wilderness is a strange place, and this vast snow is by no means a common thing. You have a special physique, and you must be careful when walking in the cold plain. Don't arouse your true energy too much, or you will have endless troubles!" The young monk looked at the man. Already drifting constantly heavy snow road.

"Oh?" Amu was slightly startled, and he couldn't help but secretly sighed at the young monk's eyesight. Although the young monk spoke more reservedly, he had already named the problem.

"Please ask, brother, why does this vast snowfall last for thousands of years? Why is the breath here so special?" Amu suddenly thought of this question, hoping to find the answer from this mysterious young monk.

Hearing Amu's question, the young monk couldn't help feeling a little dazed, and said for a long time:

"This heavy snow was born in the sky and fell on the earth. It has not stopped for thousands of years, but it has not increased or decreased at all. Do you know why?"

"Oh?" Upon hearing this question, Amu frowned and looked at the vast snow.

He really never thought about this problem. The heavy snow is almost non-stop day and night. It is reasonable to say that the snow should be as high as a mountain, but on the cold plain, it seems that there has always been a plain of white snow, and it really doesn't seem to increase or decrease.

"Demonic energy?" Amu's heart moved, thinking of the extremely special spiritual energy on the cold plain.

"What do you seem to have thought of?" the young monk asked gently.

"The breath on this cold plain is a bit special!" Amu said.

"That's right!" The young monk nodded, "However, this special breath can only be sensed by you with a special physique. It is said that it is the ancient magic energy! It is difficult for ordinary people to resonate. The ten thousand years of heavy snow is actually very powerful. turned into a demon."

Amu was taken aback, but did not answer, but looked at the young monk, knowing that he must have something to say.

"The legend of the sea desert, I don't know how many thousands of years ago, the Three Realms were in turmoil, and there was a war between immortals and demons! Immortals and demons all fell, and the tears of demons turned into heavy snow for thousands of years, and it happened again and again! Never resting for thousands of years." The young monk stood with his hands behind his back in the vast snow. In the center, but within three feet of it, there is no snow left.

"Devil's tears?" Amu was taken aback again, because he still remembered the scene where he was infected by the bluestone mirror image of the devil's coffin, and he burst into tears involuntarily.

The heavy snow all over the sky is the tears of the devil, which lasts forever, which is really unimaginable.

"The heavy snow in the cold plains used to last day and night for tens of thousands of years. However, in the past thousands of years, it has often stopped! Just like before, the sky is slightly dewed, but it is fleeting." The young monk narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly There are thousands of things on my mind.

"So what?" Amu asked puzzled.

"That may indicate—the resurrection of the devil, and the continuation of karma!" Speaking of this, the young monk suddenly looked at Amu, with a strange look in his eyes, and the gray light flickered in his eyes, as if he wanted to forget Amu.

But Amu couldn't move at all under the intimidation of his eyes.It can be said that if the mysterious young man in front of him wanted to take Amu's life, it would be easy.

After a long time, the young monk sighed: "The wheel of karma has already turned, which is beyond the reach of manpower! Even if there is a catastrophe in the sea, the sky is fixed, why should I worry?"

After finishing speaking, the young monk raised one hand, and a white light went straight to Amu.

"There are still three days to go to the Arctic Fairy Sea. This talisman is enough to suppress the influence of the cold energy on you! Hurry up to the Arctic Fairy Sea, don't hesitate! Once you enter the gate of the Fairy Sea, you will naturally have no worries."

As soon as the young monk finished speaking, the white light fell directly into Amu's hand, which was a six-edged ice flower.It is cold to the touch, crystal clear, and occasionally it reflects colorful rays of light.

That was by no means an ordinary talisman, and with Amu's cultivation base, he didn't know what level of talisman it was.

At the same time, Amu looked up again, and the young monk no longer knew where he was going.

In the boundless and heavy snow, how can there be half a shadow of that young monk?Amu's magic consciousness covers hundreds of miles, where is there half aura?

Only, the six-edged ice flower in Amu's hand proved the existence of the young monk.

Looking around in a daze, Amu was filled with emotion.

How many strange people and strange men are there in the deserted China?This young monk seems to have only a high-level cultivation in the spiritual realm, but his skills and knowledge are by no means comparable to Amu.

Especially that look just now, it was the feeling that Amu only had on the scattered soul cultivator.

Shenlong sees the head but does not see the end!
With a deep sigh, Amu remembered what the young monk said before leaving, so he had no choice but to put away the six-edged ice flower.Then it rose into the sky and headed straight for the direction of the Arctic Fairy Sea.

(End of this chapter)