nine coffins

Chapter 286: The Realm of the Holy Ghost!

For the Immortal Ghost Sect, Meng Hun didn't have the slightest sense of belonging, only resentment and hatred.I am afraid that such a knot will never be untied.

The monk in white sighed, and said, "Meng Hun, even what you said makes sense. But guarding the gate of hell, but the oath you made back then, you should also know that the existence of this hell may be related to ghost coffins. The Immortal Ghost Sect is even a forbidden place in the Holy Land, you let people in today, but you violated the oath you made back then?"

"Oath? Hehe!" Meng Hun looked at the white-clothed monk coldly, "That's just a promise I, Meng Hun, made to my mother to keep the gates of hell forever! What do you have to do with me, the forbidden holy land of the Immortal Ghost Sect?"

"It's just a promise. Isn't your promise to her less than an oath?" the monk in white said slowly.He knew that only Meng Hun's mother could suppress Meng Hun now.

"Oh?" Meng Hun's face suddenly softened a lot, "A promise to mother is naturally better than an oath!"

"Then why did you let people in?" asked the black-clothed friar.

"If my mother is alive, she will definitely understand me!" Meng Hun seemed to think of something, and the corner of his mouth actually raised a smile.

"Huh?" The black and white monks frowned at the same time.

They knew that if Meng Hun thought this way, no one would be able to change Meng Hun's mind.Unless, her mother, that strange woman is really resurrected.

In this world, the only person who can control a proud genius like Meng Hun is his mother.

"Even if it is a high-level spiritual saint, Dzogchen, he dares to break through the gate of hell for the one he loves, regardless of life and death. Compared with me, Meng Hun, I really have no face to live in this world!" Meng Hun remembered that Amu was going to hell The resoluteness at the time could not help but be filled with sadness.

"Live for your mother, die for your mother! It's just empty talk from my Meng Hun!"

"Hahaha—hahaha—"

Meng Hun suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, but tears rolled down his face.

That was not a momentary tear, it should be a tear accumulated for 7000 years.

Tears, those were the tears of a cultivator.As for Meng Hun's current state, even the two priests, black and white, were not clear.

On the sea wasteland, apart from the strong ones in Ziyou City, maybe Meng Hun is the number one expert.

Meng Hun's laughter actually made the two black and white high priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect feel a little at a loss.

At this time, they no longer thought about hell, but worried about Meng Hun getting out of control.If Meng Hun couldn't suppress everything in his heart and make a big disturbance in the Immortal Ghost Sect, then there was no one in the entire Immortal Ghost Sect who could stop him.

Unless, the two high priests, black and white, glanced at the highest point of the Nether Mountain at the same time, but bowed their heads at the same time.In the Immortal Ghost Sect, no one dared to disturb that person, and neither did they.

The two high priests, black and white, stood there, Ren Menghun laughed loudly, Ren Menghun burst into tears, but did not dare to move rashly.In fact, they knew the resentment and hatred in Meng Hun's heart, but there were many things, it was really hard to say right or wrong.

Just now, Meng Hun was just a zither sound and a single technique, which made it difficult for the two of them to deal with it.At this time, the two should be more careful.

After a long time, Meng Hun gradually controlled his emotions.Meng Hun's ten fingers flicked lightly, and the melodious sound of the piano sounded again.

After everything calmed down, Meng Hun said slowly: "You guys go back! The one who just went in was just a high-level spiritual saint Dzogchen, and he is not the first person to go to hell!"

"What?" The black and white priests were taken aback.

Although they sit in the Cangwu Tower, they have never neglected to investigate the back mountain of the Nether. Today, the gate of hell moved, and they were caught by them in an instant.But in the past, it never felt like someone had entered hell.

Meng Hun naturally knew what they were thinking, and sneered: "More than 40 years ago, an old man came to the gate of hell silently with an ordinary body, and imprisoned me directly. Entering hell is like walking in a garden! Boundary, how can you know?"

"Huh?" The black and white high priests of the two Immortal Ghost Sect couldn't help but feel hot. As a high-level Dzogchen who scattered souls, it was implied that his cultivation was too low, which really made people speechless.

At the same time, they could hardly believe it was real.However, they knew that with Meng Hun's character, he would never lie.

"Ordinary body?" The priest in white couldn't believe his ears.

"People from Ziyou City?" The priest in black was much calmer.

"Probably not!" Meng Hun sneered, "However, more than 40 years ago, the old man in black came here strangely. Maybe you should ask your lord about it!"

As he said that, Meng Hun looked at the top of Youming Mountain and sneered.

"Huh?" The black and white priest's expression changed suddenly.

There is something in Meng Hun's words, because it involves a secret of the Immortal Ghost Sect more than 40 years ago, especially when it comes to the one on the top of Youming Mountain, the black and white priests did not dare to speak again.

The black and white priests didn't ask any more questions, because since Meng Hun said so, there was no need for them to ask further.

The higher the cultivator, the more aware of his shallowness.As a high-level Dzogchen monk who scattered souls, this black and white priest understood the truth that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

There is a realm of calamity above the soul realm, so above the realm of calamity, it may really be the so-called fairyland.So many things, black and white priests never dare to speak nonsense.

Today, compared with the old man who entered hell, the spiritual high-level Dzogchen who entered hell has become almost insignificant.

If the legend of the Immortal Ghost Sect is true, and there are many murderous intentions in hell, even the scattered soul cultivators will die if they enter the hell, then the Lingsheng high-level Dzogchen will undoubtedly die if he enters hell.

The most worrying thing is the old man in black. If he is really related to what happened more than 40 years ago, then he should be more worried now.They understand what it means to be able to imprison Meng Hun!

And in hell, are there really ghost coffins?This is the question of all the monks above the soul realm of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

The ghost coffin is the unrivaled fetish in the legend of the Immortal Ghost Sect.The Immortal Ghost Sect has always believed that that is the coffin that should belong to them.

"Still, prepare your holy maiden ceremony! Otherwise, that lord will be furious, you are not me. Here in hell, there will be no extra problems!" Meng Hun interrupted the thoughts of the black and white priests with some annoyance.

"Holy Maiden Ceremony!" The two priests in black and white sighed, then looked at each other and nodded,
Meng Hun's words were a reminder and a statement!With the current situation, they are not qualified and even less able to ask Meng Hun to do anything.

With a slight sigh, the void fluctuated again, and the two disappeared directly into the void.

Meng Hun glanced back at the Nether Mountain, sneered and said nothing.

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When the gate of hell opened and closed, Amu was already in the boundless darkness.

A stone gate seems to isolate Amu in another world.There is boundless and endless death energy here.

On the top of Amu's head is an ancient wooden rosary, and a trace of Buddha's light hangs down, but it can only illuminate a place within a radius of three feet.The remnants of the coffin were taken into Danhai by Amu, because in the face of such ghostly death, the remnants of the coffin were by no means the best protection.

Within three feet, what caught the eye was actually a series of stone walls, a series of cave walls mottled with black stones, which seemed to be a passage.

There is an extremely inexplicable coercion here!

Amu can be sure that if he didn't have the ancient wooden rosary on his head, even his immortal bone demon body would not be able to withstand that coercion.This coercion does not come from anyone, but from the black stone cave wall, which is completely different from the coercion of monks.

This is a place of death.

Unable to see everything clearly, Amu had no choice but to fully open his demon eyes.Left eye magic consciousness, right eye magic.Two red and black lights shot out, and Amu's eyes shone brightly in the darkness, looking extremely strange.

The place where Amu is really is a long and secluded tunnel.

This black tunnel is nearly three feet wide and more than two feet high, it can be described as wide.As far as Amu could see, it was as long as a hundred feet, but he couldn't see the end, let alone where it led.

As he walked and watched, Amu saw that there were originally countless lamps and orb slots on both sides of the cave wall.However, it seems that they have experienced extremely fierce battles. On the walls of those black stone caves, there are countless traces of sword skills.

Those old lamps and orbs must have been completely destroyed, and there was no light.But at this time, there was still endless power remaining on the black cave wall.

Back then, the monks who fought here must have been extremely powerful.The breath and sword intent left behind still made Amu feel moved.

What kind of existence is this hell?Amu held the black cane directly in his hand, not daring to be careless, and moved forward cautiously.

There were some fetters under his feet, and Amu looked down, and there were endless bones scattered on the ground.

I don't know how many years these bones have been.Some bones were crushed directly by Amu's footsteps without a sound.Some, shaken by Amu's footsteps, immediately scattered into fly ash.

Some of those white bones can still distinguish whether they are head, torso, or limbs, while some can't see anything for a long time.However, Amu discovered that some of these bones were definitely not human bones.

Because, from the outside, some of them are clearly huge wings and long teeth.

Amu frowned.

Because there are not only bones here, but also countless dropped weapons and items.However, as far as Amu's eyes can see, there is no need to pick it up to observe, but just to scan it with magic consciousness. No matter how powerful those weapons and magic weapons were back then, they have already lost their spiritual power and turned into waste.

Judging from the quality of these items and where they were scattered, the items in these tunnels do not seem to belong to the same period.

Perhaps, for countless tens of thousands of years, many monks like Amu have been here.However, they all died here inexplicably.

There are quite a few black bones in it, as if they had been extremely poisoned during their lifetime.

"This should not be the so-called place where the Immortal Ghost Sect detains serious offenders!" Amu thought to himself, "From this tunnel, it looks like a ruins of cultivating immortals that have been preserved for tens of thousands of years."

Not knowing where the tunnel leads, Amu continues to move forward.

After walking for several miles, the number of corpses on the road continued unabated, even Amu couldn't help frowning when he saw it.Among them, there are many relatively complete human bones.

Before these people died, there must have been extremely fierce battles, and many of them were decapitated.

There was an inexplicable smell in the air.

After turning a corner, what Amu saw was a relatively open land.

There is another stone gate, which is divided into black and white.The size is almost the same as the gate of hell just now.

Embossed on the door was a green-faced, fang-toothed evil spirit.

On the door lintel, there are actually two pale red ancient seal characters - the realm of the holy ghost!
There is a pair of couplets on the stone gate. The handwriting is mottled due to the age, but it can still be recognized vaguely.

"Human and ghost, ghost and human, human and ghost have different paths; yin and yang, yang and yin, yin and yang are always separated"

Amu looked at the blood-red handwriting with cold eyes, and a strange color gradually flashed in his eyes.

There was originally an extremely powerful restriction on this stone gate, but it was broken by someone with great magic power.On the couplet, there are still some remnants of the prohibition.

Amu concentrated on observing the stone gate, but suddenly, black smoke rose from the walls of the big hole accompanied by sharp and strange screams.

(End of this chapter)