nine coffins

Chapter 282 The most important person in life
The moment Amu was about to sacrifice the ancient lamp of the war soul, Meng Hun already noticed that Amu's time limit was trembling slightly.

Obviously, Amu borrowed the power of the future, but the forbidden map he set up with the high-level Dzogchen cultivation base of Lingsheng couldn't bear the power of the strange treasure at the center of his eyebrows at this time.

If at this time, the ancient lamp of the war spirit appeared, the most dangerous person would be Amu.In an instant, the Nine Seals Forbidden Map may be shattered, and Amu may be instantly killed.

Immediately, Meng Hun stood up shaking his clothes, this was the first time he got up.Meng Hun held the guqin in his arms, stood tall, and pinched a formula with one hand.

"Town!" Meng Hun snorted.

A green glow rose from between his fingers and went straight to Amu.

The green glow was like a fairy spirit, and at the moment it enveloped Amu, it exuded a soft brilliance.

An irresistible force directly sealed the ancient lantern of the battle spirit between Amu's eyebrows.At the same time, it also imprisoned Amu's time limit.

The difference in realm was undoubtedly interpreted in this duel between Amu and Meng Hun.As long as Meng Hun is willing, Amu will not even have a chance to make a move, just like now.Even if there is an ancient lamp of the soul of war, it is also sealed by Meng Hun.

"Scatter!" Meng Hun shouted again.

Goodbye to Amu's ban on time, under the green light of Meng Hun, it dissipated instantly.

"Hmm!" The time barrier under Amu's feet dissipated, and in an instant, time reversed, and Amu was directly pulled back from the future to the present.

The ban on time dissipated, and Amu's cultivation dropped instantly.

High-level Dzogchen Soul Cultivation, High-level Soul Cultivation, Intermediate Soul Cultivation, Elementary Soul Cultivation, and High-level Dzogchen Lingsheng.

"Wow - wow -" Amulian sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, and the blood stained his clothes.

His face was slumped, with traces of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and Amu's temples were actually stained with blue frost.

That was a side effect of the time ban. There were two consecutive time ban pictures, especially this second time, when Amu borrowed the power of the high-level Dzogchen cultivation of the soul, which had already consumed Amu's lifespan.

At this time, Amu was fully supported by a thought.Danhai is even more empty.

Standing on the black stone, Meng Hun said nothing, but looked at Amu with sad eyes.

At the last moment just now, if he hadn't broken the restriction of time, the consequences would be unimaginable when the big murder weapon between Amu's eyebrows was unleashed and the restriction of time was broken.

Goodbye, Amu turned over with one hand, and dozens of silver-level spiritual coins flashed, and they were now in his hand.He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to replenish himself with spirit stones.

Amu still has the seven-star bitter dew, but starting from Naihe Bridge, Amu has already drank six drops of the seven-star bitter dew. You must know that the bitter dew is extremely overbearing, and it can restore Amu almost instantly, but even Amu's fairy bone and demon body cannot. Take too much.

Therefore, at this moment, the safer way is to use the silver-level spirit coins on his body.When one hundred silver-level spiritual coins turned into powder, Amu finally recovered a little.

During the whole process, Meng Hun remained silent and just looked at Amu quietly.Sometimes, he was really amazed at the various miracles on Amu.The silver-level spiritual coins above can heal injuries, which is by no means what ordinary monks can do.

But Meng Hun knew that, not to mention that Amu was seriously injured at this time, his recovery was extremely limited. Even if Amu was in full bloom, it was absolutely impossible for him to pass his level.

"Thank you, senior!" Amu stood up and bowed to Meng Hun.

Amu understood that although Meng Hun didn't know his relationship with the ancient lantern of the war soul and would never be backlashed by it, but Meng Hun just broke the ban on time, in fact, to save him.

"Are you willing this time? If you force your way in again, even if I don't make a move, you will probably die here. Even if you are a demon cultivator, your body's endurance is limited." Meng Hun looked at Amu and said .

Amu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled miserably.

It turned out that he didn't even have the chance to play the ancient lamp of the soul of war in front of the monks in the robbery realm.Amu also knew that with his current state, not to mention Meng Hun, he might not be able to resist even an elementary level of soul cultivation.

However, after hearing Meng Hun's words, Amu said nothing.

In fact, Amu still has means, but at this time, I'm afraid it's too late or impossible to use them.

In his Qiankun Ruyi bracelet, there is also a wild soul beast that may wake up at any time, which is the spirit beast of the robbery.Most importantly, in the depths of his alchemy sea, there is his greatest reliance - the magic coffin.

But the devil's coffin usually only appears when one's own life is in danger.Amu has never manipulated the coffin against the enemy.

Now that I think about it, Amu's many magic weapons against the sky, such as the magic coffin, such as the ancient lamp of the soul of war, only burst out the most powerful power when he was under great threat, just like the confrontation on the northern wilderness that day Those seven-color auspicious clouds.

Seeing Amu's slightly stunned look, Meng Hun couldn't help laughing.

"What else do you have?"

Amu shook his head and did not answer.

However, Meng Hun saw that what Amu wanted to express was not that he didn't have it, but that he didn't want to say it.

"Wang Han, your treasures have a good background. Tell me, why do you want to go to hell even if you die?" Meng Hun finally sighed and asked slowly.

After hearing Meng Hun's words, Amu raised his head and looked at him. Instead of answering, he asked instead: "Senior, your cultivation level is as high as the sky, but you are full of sorrow! Looking at the entire sea wasteland, I am afraid that there are not many opponents. Since you are not a fairy If you are a member of the sect, why do you guard the gate of hell? What is there in this hell?"

When Meng Hun heard Amu's question, he couldn't help but startled. It seemed that in the past 7000 years, no one who came to the gate of hell had asked him such a question.

"Me?" Meng Hun smiled wryly.

After a while, Meng Hun looked at the night sky of Nether Mountain before slowly answering: "What is there in hell? Maybe I don't know at all!"

"Huh?" Amu was taken aback, instinctively feeling that what Meng Hun said was a joke.

But when he looked at Meng Hun, he could feel that what this mysterious magic Qin Meng Hun said was definitely not a lie, it just sounded a little absurd.

"Senior, I don't know what it is guarding? But it has been here for 9000 years, isn't it too ridiculous?" Amu sneered.

"Ridiculous? Ridiculous?" Meng Hun smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe!"

For a long while, Meng Hun and Amu were silent for a while, which was a strange and inexplicable silence.

"I'm guarding this place for the most important person in my life!" Meng Hun's tone was extremely low, as if these words hadn't been said to anyone for thousands of years, but they had always been in his heart.

"The most important person? Guardian?" Amu's expression instantly became a little solemn.

At this moment, Amu thought of Kuxinzi. He knew that if a person of this level wants to protect something, he must have a strong reason and absolute belief, and he must also suffer unimaginable pain.

In essence, Meng Hun, like Kuxinzi, is a guardian. 9000 years, even for the monks in the Tribulation Realm, it is also a countless time.

"The younger generation admires it!" Amu sighed.

He didn't ask Meng Hun who the most important person was, because everyone has their own world.

"Senior, I'm the same as you! I must go to hell for the most important person in my life." Only then did Amu answer Meng Hun's question just now.

"Oh?" Meng Hun frowned slightly, wondering what Amu meant.

"For more than 40 years, that mortal old man who walked here casually is the master who raised me since I was a child! He may be in hell." Amu didn't hide any more, and directly told Meng Hun about Wang Jue. matter.

"What?" Meng Hun's body trembled, he almost thought he heard it wrong, "That mortal old man of more than 40 years is your master?"

"That's right!" Amu nodded, "He is my master!"

Meng Hun froze for a moment, he still remembered the scene when the old man came to the gate of hell.

The old man in black stood in front of him with his body bent slightly.Meng Hun had no idea when he appeared.Then the old man looked at the gate of hell, let out a long sigh, and almost didn't even look at Meng Hun, just like walking in his own yard, he walked straight into hell.

Nothing stands in the way, and nothing can stand in the way.That was the most powerful person Meng Hun had met in this life, although Meng Hun clearly knew that he was definitely a mortal.

But when the old man in black walked in front of him, he couldn't do anything but watch, like a nightmare.

They seemed to be in two worlds, and Meng Hun was completely imprisoned.Meng Hun had never felt that way before, and now thinking about it, he still has lingering fears in his heart.

"He is your master!" Meng Hun smiled helplessly.

In his opinion, maybe he is not even qualified to fight with the disciple of the old man in black, because the old man in black's means may be too high.

However, Amu is very weak, even too weak for Meng Hun.

"He is my master, and I regard him as my father!" Amu's voice was low.

At this time, Amu recovered a lot. Although his face was pale, the magic flame on his body began to gradually rise again.

"Treat him like a father!" Meng Hun reflected on Amu's words, which seemed to have touched his heart, and his eyes were a little blurred.

"If I can't enter hell today, I would like to die here!" Amu's eyes showed unprecedented determination.

Suddenly, the magic flames all over Amu's body tumbling.If Amu is a lamp that is about to run out of oil, then Amu is going to make the final burn at this moment.

Meng Hun was still standing on the black stone, dressed in black, holding the guqin in his arms.

He didn't know, as the disciple of the old man in black, what kind of means Amu had, but he knew that no matter what means, Amu had no chance of winning in front of him.

If Meng Hun is willing, he can make Amu feel the same as when he faced the old man in black.

"Treat him like a father!" Meng Hun repeated Amu's words again, as if he was realizing something.The original vicissitudes of the eyes are full of sadness again.

For a long time, time seemed to stand still.

Meng Hun stood there with his guqin in his arms, as if he had been silent for 9000 years, while the magic flame on Amu's body was hunting and burning, but it was also silent.

Suddenly, a piano sound broke the silence.

The sound of the zither is far different from Meng Hun's zither sound just now, there is no spring water ding-dong, no light and color, and no green water and green mountains.

The sorrow is lingering and sad.

Between Meng Hun's dancing fingers, what he played was endless melancholy and sorrow.

Amu stood there, and suddenly felt that he was completely imprisoned.

The power of confinement does not come from the sound of the piano, but from Meng Hun himself.

That is the power of the Tribulation Realm, through the protection of the remnants of the coffin, it directly acts on Amu.

At that moment, Amu couldn't move at all.This is the ability of the monks in the tribulation realm, which is a power that the monks in the three realms of cultivation, spirit, and soul cannot understand.

If Meng Hun was willing, he might be able to wipe out Amu Dao in an instant.

(End of this chapter)