nine coffins

Chapter 285: Murderous Intent of Tribulation Cultivator!
Behind the Nether Mountain, in front of the gate of hell.

Amu had already entered the gate of hell, and the two black gates closed with a bang.

Meng Hun was still sitting on the black stone, and the sound of the piano filled the night.

This seems to be a very ordinary night in the Nether Back Mountain for 9000 years.In fact, this is also the most extraordinary night in the past 9000 years.

Because the gates of hell opened tonight.The gates of hell have not been opened for about 9000 years.This place is not the prison of the Immortal Ghost Sect as rumored inside the Immortal Ghost Sect.

Meng Hun remembered that when the mysterious black-clothed old man entered Hell, he walked right through the door.So, strictly speaking, this is really the first time in 9000 years that the gates of hell have opened.

The gates of hell opened, and ghosts danced wildly.The Immortal Ghost Sect once had an ancestor's precept, absolutely not to open the gate of hell indiscriminately.Even the disciples of the Immortal Ghost Sect were not allowed to take half a step.

At this time, in the void, two auras fluctuated.

The two hidden powers on the Cangwu Tower of the Wansheng Palace of the Immortal Ghost Sect appeared.The black-clothed monk and the white-clothed monk stood together seven feet in front of Meng Hun.

These are the two top masters in the Immortal Ghost Sect.The two of them didn't speak immediately, but just looked at Meng Hun who was playing the piano.

And Meng Hun didn't even lift his head, didn't even look at the two of them, and was still intoxicated by the sound of his piano.

The night, the breeze, the sound of the piano.

This is how Meng Hun spent every night for 9000 years.

The black and white cultivator is a power at the level of scattered souls, and he has quite a bit of self-cultivation. In fact, with their cultivation base and qualifications, they can almost sweep the sea.In the Immortal Ghost Sect, the status is even more lofty, even the Immortal Ghost Sect Master has to perform the gift of disciple in front of the two of them.

These are master-level figures in the Immortal Ghost Sect, two high-ranking Dzogchen scattered souls.Otherwise, how could they guard Cangwu Tower, the real important place of the Immortal Ghost Sect?

Looking at the entire Sea Desolate China, except for the people from Ziyou City, no one would dare to treat these two from the Immortal Ghost Sect so coldly.However, Mo Qin Meng Hun is definitely an exception.

"Meng Hun, just now there is a sense of burial, but someone has entered hell?" After listening to the sound of the piano for a while, Meng Hun still ignored the intention of the two, the black-clothed monk finally couldn't hold back, and said in a deep voice.

The monk in black opened his mouth, but Meng Hun turned a deaf ear and ignored it.

"Meng Hun! Everyone in Haihuang Shenzhou thinks that hell is the prison of our Immortal Ghost Sect, even people below the soul level of our sect think so. But, you should know what hell means to our Immortal Ghost Sect?" The monk frowned and asked again.

However, Meng Hun was still the same, completely leaving these two great powers there.

The friar in white shook his head beside him, sighed, and said, "Meng Hun, after more than 9000 years, you still can't let go of it? Anyway, the two of us came here in person. Now that someone is going to hell, you should have someone explain?"

The white-clothed monk's tone was relatively softer, but Meng Hun was unmoved in the slightest, and still closed his eyes and played the piano.

The black-clothed monk frowned, his eyes shone coldly, and a black vortex appeared on the top of his head again.

"Meng Hun, don't forget your original oath!" The black-clothed monk's voice was extremely low.

"Meng Hun, why are you silent?" the monk in white said helplessly.

The two of them spoke seven or eight words in succession, but neither Meng Hun spoke nor raised his head.

However, Meng Hun's piano sound changed slightly, from gurgling water to monstrous waves, from a gentle breeze to the sound of swords and guns.

"Murder!" The black-clothed monk and the white-clothed monk couldn't help but look at each other. At the same time, the white cyclone appeared above the head of the white-clothed monk.

The murderous intent of the robbers!
In today's world, no one understands Meng Hun's power better than the two black and white monks of the Immortal Ghost Sect.This is also the reason why although Meng Hun ignored him, they could only stand here and dare not take half a step forward. Even if Meng Hun remained silent, they could only wait patiently.

Within seven feet, Meng Hun can instantly kill everything.It's just that Meng Hun's status is special, they don't believe that Meng Hun will really attack them.

But at this time, the murderous intent contained in the sound of Meng Hun's piano still exceeded the expectations of the two strong men.

"Meng Hun, you actually have murderous intentions?" The monk in white also frowned.Even though he has a relatively gentle temperament, he is quite dissatisfied with Meng Hun's actions.

With their seniority and relationship with Meng Hun, did Meng Hun actually want to kill them?

The black-clothed monk's eyes froze coldly, and he shouted, "Meng Hun, do you do this to your mother?"

Once the black-clothed friar said a word, the white-clothed friar knew it was not good.

A dragon with reversed scales will die if it touches it, and a wolf with dark thorns will kill it if you peep it.

Sure enough, the momentary excited words of the black-clothed monk touched Meng Hun's back.

The sound of the piano turned sharply, and it was just showing murderous intent, but Meng Hun was not ready to do it.But when the monk in black said a word, Meng Hun suddenly opened his eyes.

What was contained in those eyes was no longer vicissitudes and melancholy, but two flashes of cold lightning.The Meng Hun at this time was completely different from the calm, melancholy and sad Meng Hun that Amu had seen just now.

Those are two completely different states.

Mo Qin Meng Hun is a powerful man who has robbed the realm.Back then, even the scattered souls who died at his hands were unknown.

This is a killing star, an absolute killing star.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Meng Hun flicked with one hand.A tribulation force turned into a stream of light, pierced through the void, and went straight to the black-clothed monk.

It was a pure cataclysmic power, if a monk in the catastrophe made a move, it would be a catastrophe.

"Huh?" The black and white monks were all shocked, and Meng Hun really made a move.

Goodbye to the black and white monks, and they shot at the same time.The cyclone above their heads was spinning rapidly.Black and white, simultaneously forming a long dragon.Then, the two directly merged into one, meeting Meng Hun's beam of light.

"Boom—" There was a great earthquake between the sky and the earth, and the void seemed to shake.

The light waves spread out, there was a sound of breaking, and countless black and white tiny grains fell to the ground.

The two monks, black and white, retreated tens of feet and stood there with nervous expressions, and a faint glow of body protection radiated from their bodies.

The power of Tribulation Realm should not be underestimated, just now Meng Hun just waved casually, which made the two of them lose the wind.

However, just as the two stood firm, they saw Meng Hun make a seal with one hand.As soon as the dharma seal came out, the entire Nether Back Mountain became darker.

A gray glow appeared between Meng Hun's slender fingers.

"Break!" Meng Hun narrowed his eyes, and that gray glow went straight to the black-clothed monk.In this dark back mountain, Meng Hun is actually the god who rules over everything.

"Not good!" The black-clothed monk murmured, and at the same time quickly formed seals with both hands.

It was a secret method of the Immortal Ghost Sect's soul-dispersing level, the soul power filled the sky, and a white light appeared in the void.

The dead air dissipated, and a skeleton body was summoned, floating in front of the black-clothed monk.

A faint white light radiated from the top and bottom of the skeleton body.

"Natural Skeleton Shield!" Meng Hun sneered.

Boom-boom-

Goodbye, Meng Hun's gray light hit the skeleton body right in the middle.

All of a sudden, there was a loud noise.The skeleton body was a top-grade fairy treasure, but it was hit by Meng Hun.Broken bones scattered like snow.

Although this ancient skeleton shield can be restored, it can smash the top-grade fairy treasure in one go, which is powerful enough to shock the sea.

"Wow—" The black-clothed monk retreated several tens of feet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.It's a pity that such a powerful soul-dispersing power is not an enemy of Meng Hun's one move.

When the white-clothed friar saw it, he stood in front of the black-clothed friar.At the same time, with one move with one hand, a white jade abacus is already in his hand.

Then, several spirit talismans were sacrificed. The talisman was illusory, but it transformed into six rays of light in the night sky.

The six beams of light formed a circle and scattered directly at the feet of the black and white monks, enclosing them in the middle.

The white-clothed monk's complexion changed suddenly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, while the black-clothed monk took out a panacea from his bosom and swallowed it directly.

"Light of the Six Paths?" Meng Hun sneered and looked at the white-clothed monk, "The two black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect guarding the Cangwu Tower, the high-level Dzogchen scattered souls, but nothing. I will take your life, it's easy! Today, that's all ! Speaking of mother, I will kill both of you directly. Then, the famous black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect on the Sea Desolation may directly cut off the inheritance!"

Meng Hun didn't move again, but his voice was extremely cold.The black and white monk finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The monk in white said hoarsely, "Meng Hun, the two of us are indeed no match for you. However, it has been 7000 years, why should you worry about those past events? Forget it!"

"Forget it?" Meng Hun looked at the monk in white with great disdain, "You said it lightly! Why don't you forget the ancestors of the Immortal Ghost Sect?"

"You?" The monk in white was choked by Meng Hun's words and didn't know how to answer.

"Tell you, even if I re-enter the Netherworld! I, Meng Hun, will carry those memories with me for reincarnation!" Meng Hun's tone made people feel cold all over.

It was a life-and-death hatred.

"Meng Hun!" The black-clothed monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth at this moment, and said coldly, "In any case, as a descendant of the Immortal Ghost Sect, you swore to guard the gate of hell. What crime should you be for letting someone in today? "

"Hmph! The lineage of the Immortal Ghost Sect? What is the crime?" Meng Hun shot two cold lights in his eyes, staring at the black-clothed monk.

Although the black-clothed monk is a high-ranking Dzogchen who scattered souls, and the two great priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect, when he faced Amu's gaze, he felt chills in his heart.

"A branch of the Immortal Ghost Sect? You don't want to tarnish the name of my demon Qin Menghun! All the members of the Immortal Ghost Sect, from cultivators to scattered souls, which one is not in the book of life and death? There is no one in the book of life and death for me, Meng Hun. Name, is it from the Immortal Ghost Sect? Besides, you wanted to kill me back then, right?"

Black and white monks knew that what Amu said was true, and Meng Hun's name was indeed not in the book of life and death of the Immortal Ghost Sect.Therefore, although he sits in the back of the Nether Mountain, in fact, he is really not a disciple of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

But there was a very special reason that caused the Immortal Ghost Sect to miss this once-in-a-million-year genius.

"In the book of life and death, there is no name! But, you are the blood of my ghost sect... sect...?" The black-clothed monk said in a deep voice with his originally black face, and seemed to hesitate to speak.

"What bloodline?" Meng Hun sneered endlessly, "I, Meng Hun, only heard about having a mother, but never a father!"

Hearing this, the black and white friar's face became tense.Obviously, this is not the first time Meng Hun has said such words.

The two words, "Great rebellion and injustice", were already powerless for the two of them to utter.Because I don't know how many times I have repeated it.

"What's more, 9000 years ago, I, Meng Hun, lost my soul. The nine avatars were all scattered. When I crossed the catastrophe, I was reborn with flesh and blood. The blood that shamed me has long been returned to... the Immortal Ghost Sect! Now I, Meng Hun, have nothing to do with the Immortal Ghost Sect!"

Meng Hun's tone was resolute, it was by no means an excited word, but such thoughts were deeply rooted.

(End of this chapter)