nine coffins

Chapter 279 The Invincible Piano Sound

Born to guard the Nether Hell?Hearing Meng Hun's words, Amu couldn't help frowning. He knew that with Meng Hun's level, what he said was definitely not room for negotiation.

At the same time, the devilish energy around Amu began to rise gradually, and the brilliance of the black cane fell into his hands in a flash.

Since he risked his life and death to the Immortal Ghost Sect, broke through the three gates of hell, and came to the gate of hell.

Han Qianli, Master Wang Jue, Yu Er, everything that Amu wants to know may be at that dark door.

Moxiu Amu, unless he dies, how can he turn around?

The magic around Amu kept rising, and the vision of black magic flames was already jumping on the white robe.

The brilliance flickered on the black rattan, and a dragon shadow was already floating in the brilliance of the black rattan.This is almost the strongest state of the black rattan that Amu can activate now.

The remnants of the coffin floated above the head, with thousands of black lights hanging down.

Amu Zhou's body was covered by the black light of the residual wood, otherwise, without anything else, as long as the pressure of the scattered soul came out, Amu would die without a place to bury him.

Lingsheng high-level Dzogchen, Amu stepped into the soul step by step at this time, and on the Naihe Bridge, Amu once borrowed the power of the future to step into the soul state for a short time.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that Amu's cultivation base is in the realm of the virtual soul at this time. As long as the opportunity comes, he can enter the realm of the soul at any time.

Now, even if Amu's combat power does not have all the treasures added to his body, he can still defeat the Dzogchen at the elementary level of soul cultivation with his magical body and magic skills. force.

However, if it is against the scattered soul cultivator, Amu has absolutely no chance of winning.

However, at this time, Amu could not retreat, nor did he want to.This is not recklessness, but nine deaths without regret.

Because behind that gate of hell, perhaps the most important person in Amu's life is hidden.

Since he is the most important person in his life, even if it is only a possibility, Amu will fight for it.

Moqin Menghun naturally saw everything about Amu, but he didn't move at all, and still sat on the black stone and looked at Amu very calmly.Because in Meng Hun's view, everything Amu did was in vain.

"Over the past 9000 years, there have been countless monks who have come to the gate of hell, but no matter whether they are soul cultivators, scattered souls, immortal cultivators, demon cultivators, or even high-level Buddhist monks, they have not been able to pass my test. You are a high-level spiritual saint, Dzogchen, even if you have a magic weapon that defies the sky, you will never pass. Why try again? Do you know how many sea desolate powers are sealed in hell?" Moqin Menghun sighed .

Hearing the words of Moqin Menghun, Amu naturally understood that Menghun's cultivation might have stepped into the so-called catastrophe.

Amu really didn't expect that under the Nether Mountain of the Immortal Ghost Sect, there would be a Tribulation Realm cultivator. At the same time, he really didn't understand how such a powerful person could become the gatekeeper of hell.

But at this time, even if moths are flying to the flame, Amu has to try.

"Thank you senior for reminding me! However, maybe this junior is the No. 1 who can pass here!" Amu's tone was a kind of determination that he would rather die than return.

"Alas!" Moqin Menghun smiled wryly, as if thinking of something, "You don't have to fight for No.1! Because, more than 40 years ago, there was an old man who had already passed here!"

"What?" Meng Hun's seemingly casual words shocked Amu, "More than 40 years ago?"

"That's right! That's an old man in black, but... he's... a mortal!" When he said this, Meng Hun's expression was extremely complicated.

This was the first time since Amu saw Meng Hun, Meng Hun, who had always been calm and calm, lost his composure slightly.

"The old man in black? A mortal?" Amu's expression changed suddenly, "He's alone?"

"Alone!" Meng Hun seemed to have not recovered from the memory of the old man in black, and he didn't pay attention to Amu's expression.

At this moment, Amu could finally conclude that the old man in black that Meng Hun was talking about must be his master Wang Jue.But he was alone, so where did Yu'er go?

"Then I would like to ask seniors, for more than 40 years, there is still a monk in white from the northern wilderness who has come here!" Amu asked Han Qianli again.

"A white-clothed monk at the level of the Northern Wilderness Spirit Saint?" Meng Hun thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The monks who can't pass the three gates of hell can't come to me, but the monks of the Spirit Saint level can come to me. For 9000 years, you are the only one!"

"Huh?" Amu frowned, it seemed that there was an error in the memory of the cultivator of the Immortal Ghost Sect who had been searched by him.

In the second level of the three gates of hell, Han Qianli's ghost sits cross-legged on Huangquan Road, but here Meng Hun has never seen Han Qianli. Could it be that Senior Han was buried at Naihe Bridge, and a strand of ghost is immortal, so he is stranded on Huangquan Road?
"How did the old man in black get there?" Han Qianli had no news, so Amu asked another question about Master Wang Jue.

"How did you get there?" Meng Hun sighed, and then smiled wryly, "I just walked there casually!"

What Meng Hun said seemed like a joke, but Amu didn't take it as a joke, he knew that what Meng Hun said was very likely to be true.

Master Wang Jue is indeed a mortal, but the power of this mortal is beyond imagination. Even facing such a strange figure as Meng Hun, he might just walk over casually like that.

Thinking of his master's mortal arrogance, Amu couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Even if you are a senior, can't you stop the old man in black?"

"Stop? How? Can't be stopped!" Meng Hun had regained his composure at this time, and shook his head lightly, but his answer was extremely strange.

"Senior!" Amu also smiled lightly, "Since you can't stop him, he has gone to hell. Then this junior will be even more offended!"

After finishing speaking, Amu's right hand shook suddenly, a dragon howled, and the black vines went straight to Meng Hun.

A few words from Meng Hun just now confirmed that Wang Jue had been to hell, so this further strengthened Amu's idea of ​​going to hell, so Amu directly shot without saying anything.

At this time, Meng Hun naturally noticed that Amu seemed to have some relationship with the old man in black, but none of this was important.

Meng Hun's duty is to guard the gate of hell and not allow anyone to enter, because Meng Hun knows that behind him is not just a hell, and hell is not just the so-called prison of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

There are too many deep secrets in the hell of Youming Mountain.

Amu's black rattan flew over, but Meng Hun did not change at all.Even though Meng Hun saw the absolutely impressive strength of the black rattan, the high-level cultivation of Amu Lingsheng was too weak in his opinion.

Meng Hun sat on the black stone without moving, but plucked the strings with one hand.

"Zheng—" A zither sound directly turned into a white awn, meeting Amu's black vines.

"Boom—" The two strikes collided vigorously, releasing countless force ripples.

Amu's black vines shot up into the sky directly in the void, and a dragon roar shook the sky.However, Meng Hun's random piano sound did not directly break away.

This is the first time since Amu Xiuxian, someone can equal the invincible black rattan just by relying on a simple strength.

"Huh?" Amu raised his eyebrows.Meng Hun's response was too casual.

"Oh?" Meng Hun didn't seem to have thought that Amu would be able to take a piece of his piano force.

You know, it is not easy for a soul cultivator to take over one of his own violin strength.That magic treasure is really extraordinary, and Amu can feel that Amu's cultivation still limits the display of that magic treasure.

"You do have the capital to come to me!" Meng Hun smiled lightly.

"Predecessor!" Amu knew that Meng Hun hadn't used any power at all, otherwise he wouldn't have had the chance to talk to him so much.

"Since you are so persistent, you can use whatever skills you have! If you try your best and fail, you will give up!" Meng Hun said.

In fact, Meng Hun had a good impression of Amu at this time, and he didn't want to take Amu's life at all, but just wanted Amu to retreat.

"Thank you, senior!" Amu knew that Meng Hun was giving him a chance, and facing a monk like Meng Hun, Amu could only use his most powerful moves.

Other low-level spells don't need to be cast at all, because they don't make any sense.

Thinking of this, Amu didn't hesitate.

Directly form seals with both hands on the chest, the inheritance of the God of War King is opened, and the seals in the hands are constantly changing.That is not the technique of the Sea Desolate Divine State, it is the secret technique of the ancient God of War family.

As the printing method changed, a colorful light rose above Amu's head.

The Great Killing Technique of All Gods!This time, Amu directly used such an ultimate technique.Because facing a monk of Meng Hun's level, Amu has no chance.

Myriad Gods Great Killing Technique, three realms and nine levels.Shenzhe, Shenji, Shenmie, each realm has three levels: upper, middle and lower

Shenzhe Shangjing, that is currently the strongest spell that Amu can cast.

The colorful rays of light rose up, directly forming a vast ocean.

It has to be said that now that Amu's cultivation base has improved, this style of killing all gods is far better than the time when he faced Qingkui, the soul-cultivating intermediary of Tianhuangmen, in the Beihanzong.

The same divine aura, the same majestic atmosphere.The colorful rays of light continue to spread, and the entire Nether Mountain and the gate of hell are covered with colorful blurs, which are truly psychedelic and beautiful.

The breath of God, like the light of Buddha, illuminates the world.

At this moment, the magic flames on Amu's white clothes rose, but he was wearing colorful divine lights, both gods and demons!
"Oh?" Moqin Menghun looked at Amu with interest, because at his level of cultivation, he couldn't tell what kind of spell Amu was using.However, that sacred and awe-inspiring aura made him feel good.

"The devil is inside, and the gods are outside! Do both gods and devils cultivate? Interesting."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Moqin Menghun's mouth, still as stable as Mount Tai.

Because although it seems that Amu's technique is amazing, in Meng Hun's eyes, there is still too much difference.

Amu's realm restricts the performance of this powerful technique of killing all gods in the three realms, and its power is greatly reduced.

But even so, the aura of gods and demons is still like mountains and seas, and the entire Nether Mountain is like a sea of ​​seven colors.

The mighty power of gods and demons suddenly turned into a long rainbow and went straight to Meng Hun.In terms of the power of this long rainbow, even a cultivator at the level of soul cultivation can kill it instantly.

(End of this chapter)