nine coffins

Chapter 292 Six Paths of Reincarnation
At this time, Amu was standing on the other side of the ice crystal coffin, only to find that in the ice pond, the sealed water flowed down, dimly shadowed, and there were eight big characters composed of runes - peerless beauty, ghost girl like smoke!

Peerless, the ghost girl is like smoke!
Those eight characters seem to have thousands of magical powers, appearing and disappearing in the ice pool, as if there are thousands of water flowing under the ice surface.

Amu felt that these eight words were extremely accurate to describe the woman in black.

Ghost Girl Ruyan, is this her name?

Amu has never heard of such a character or saint in the Immortal Ghost Sect.

But Amu knew that this was someone who must not be alarmed.Amu believed that in this strange cave, as long as he moved slightly, those water-like talismans could kill him directly.Amu believes that the power of talisman transformation is definitely higher than that of the eight-character forbidden map.

For a woman like that, if anyone disturbs her sleep, I'm really afraid that she will be doomed forever.

After figuring this out, Amu didn't stay any longer, but continued to explore.After all, what Amu is looking for is information about Master Wang Jue.

Going around the ice crystal coffin, after only a few steps, Amu found a strange brilliance flickering on the black and white cave wall.

Stopped and stopped, Amu opened his eyes and watched.

On the black and white cave wall, the brilliance flows, but there is a portrait of a woman and a few poems.

The woman on the cave wall is exactly the woman in the ice coffin, with fluttering black clothes and beautiful eyes, but her eyebrows are slightly frowned, as if she is worried.

The woman in black was stepping on a cloud of white clouds, with a graceful appearance, half holding an ancient book in her hand.That ancient book is black and glowing, it must not be a common thing.

Goodbye to that verse:

Misty Tianzhou tear beauty, 9 years of turning dreams into seas and deserts.Put all your hearts into thousands of kalpas and hundreds of generations, don't ask about ghosts like smoke in the past!
Amu didn't know if these few lines were left by the woman in black in the ice crystal coffin.

Those handwritings are elegant and elegant, flowing like clouds and flowing water.Originally, they were definitely not runes, but the words were so bright that it was obvious that the person who left the handwriting had reached the state where words follow their minds and everything is law.

Apart from these few lines of writing, there is nothing else on the four walls.Without any new discoveries, Amu didn't dare to walk into the ice crystal coffin, so he had to move on.

Not ten feet away, suddenly, Amu saw a stone door just opposite to the door when he came.

Just now in the cold fog, Amu didn't feel the existence of this door at all.It seems that this place is a chain of caves.

There are two stone gates, one black and one white, emitting endless brilliance.

On the steps on both sides of the door, there stood an unknown ice monster. The monster had the head of a dog and the tail of a leopard, and its body was like a cow. Its two fangs were exposed, and it looked like it was hissing upwards.

It's just that Amu's magic sense swept across, and although there were slight fluctuations in spiritual power, no matter it was the black and white stone gate, or the most powerful restriction on the two monsters had already been broken.

Climbing up the stairs, Amu stood in front of the black and white gates, and the two gates opened slowly and automatically.

The moment the door was opened, the ancient lantern of the soul of war floated directly in front of him, and Amu was on guard, but no monsters or ghosts appeared again.In other words, since entering the cave of the ice crystal coffin, Amu has not received any threats.

Inside the black and white gate, there is still a cave with a radius of about tens of feet.It's just that there is no icy air in it, only an inexplicable vicissitudes and endless brilliance of the six realms.

This cave and the cave of the ice crystal coffin are like two worlds.

Amu walked in, and the stone door behind him was not closed this time.However, that icy cold aura was completely blocked out of the door.

This cave is similar in size to the cave that Seal Han Qianli and the others had just now.

In the middle of the cave, there is actually a circular pool.However, what flows in the pool is not water waves, but six-colored brilliance.

Gold, green, red, yellow, white and black, the six-color brilliance spread out in a wheel shape, endlessly, and there seemed to be countless images that were illusory in the six-color brilliance.

In those images, there are people, beasts, graceful flying sky, fallen gods, eternal golden lotus, and fleeting Utan.

Among the six brilliance, there are countless worlds and years, and the cycle goes back and forth without stopping.And on the edge of the six-color brilliance pool, there are four gray ancient seal characters embossed-Six Paths of Reincarnation.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation?" Amu frowned.This is almost beyond Amu's cognition.Although I have seen Huangquan Road and the Sansheng Stone, can all these really be reincarnated?

The way of heaven, the way of Asura, the way of humanity, the way of animals, the way of hungry ghosts, the way of hell, the six realms of reincarnation are endless.

Is this small pool the place of all rebirths?Amu was at a loss.

And when Amu was staring at the Six Paths of Samsara Pool, he suddenly felt that the Six Paths' brilliance soared instantly, and the light was dazzling.At the same time, an endless suction made Amu suddenly fall forward, almost falling into the six brilliance.

"Huh?" Amu's heart was shocked, and he quickly looked away, moved his feet, stepped out with Wuming's footwork, and retreated a few feet.

Those glaring lights dissipated immediately, but Amu felt his body tremble weakly, as if countless spiritual power had been taken away.

"It's dangerous!" Amu secretly thought, if he hadn't retreated in time just now, he might have been directly swallowed by the six reincarnation pools.

Sure enough, killing every step of the way, the six reincarnation pools are very strange, it seems that you can't look at them too much, otherwise it will be easy to fall into it.

Except for this pool, Amu looked around. In this cave, there is no mirror-like stone wall glowing with black and white light at all, but ancient black stones. The age of those black stones seems to be far better than the cave just now.

What surprised Amu the most was that there were endless patterns of human faces embossed on the cave wall.

They were faces embossed one after another, each with a different appearance, but all of them were resolute and proud.That kind of breath, even after an unknown number of years, is still released.

It was a kind of absolute heroism and awe-inspiring murderous spirit, which will last forever.

"Eight hundred comrades were buried in the deserted sea, why Yan Liudao returned to his hometown?" A poem like black gold surfaced on the wall of the cave.

The brilliance of the words, like the sun, floating in this quaint cave, is the unwillingness and helplessness of thousands of years.

Eight hundred comrades?Amu's magic sense swept over, and it turned out that there were exactly [-] faces on the cave wall.

This is the eight hundred comrades!

For a moment, Amu was a little solemn.Although Amu didn't know why these 800 people died.But it was an inexplicable awe, almost a resonance from the depths of the soul.

"Is there no clothes? I am in the same robe as the devil. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and spear. I have the same hatred with the devil. I said no clothes? I have the same lust as the devil. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and halberd. I worked with the devil. Is it true? Say no clothes? Wear the same clothes as the devil. The king Yu Xingshi, repair my armored soldiers. Walk with the devil."

At this time, Amu suddenly remembered the battle songs of those bones and spirits fighting for the devil in the secret realm of the wild soul.This battle song also resounded in the illusion of Sanshengshi, and the singer at that time was Li Shui.

The battle song was so high that it made people's blood boil.At this time, looking at the [-] faces on the cave wall gave Amu the same feeling.

Eight hundred comrades!The characters who can be carved in this cave are definitely not ordinary monks.Eight hundred comrades are buried in the deserted sea, that must be an epic battle that will make the blood boil.

Is that a war of two worlds?
That poem, looping endlessly in the void, vividly interprets the unwillingness and helplessness of thousands of years.

While Amu was thinking, several lines of small characters appeared in the void.

"In the 13 years of the Mozhou calendar, the Three Realms were in chaos. I brought eight hundred Shuras to fight against the sea. Canghai, Xuantian and other guardians of the sea and the gods came out. Lihen was sealed, and Longsaliva escaped. Eight hundred and the same Robe, all buried here. I carry the ghost coffin, lonely and desolate, the faceless Demon Continent, the Asura Realm, only to return to the Six Realms! This hatred is endless, and after tens of thousands of years, I will be reborn and avenge my hatred."

Those small characters are sharp and sharp, with an absolute unwillingness and murderous aura, penetrating the void and penetrating thousands of years.

With the ancient lamp on Amu's head, he felt a tremor in his soul.

Whose handwriting is this?These two lines of poems and that line of small characters and the handwriting of Dang Bingjing's coffin cave are definitely not written by the same person.

Everything in this cave seems to be older.It seems that these should be two caves formed in different periods, and the time span spans tens of thousands of years.

"In the 13 year of the Mozhou calendar, the Three Realms are in chaos!" What kind of concept of time and space is this, Amu can hardly imagine.As for those contents, Amu is even more clueless.

Only the sea and the ghost coffin made Amu feel a little familiar.

sea?Amu frowned slightly, this was not the first time he heard these two words.What do these two words once said by Master Wang Jue mean?
Goodbye, those handwriting gradually faded in the void, and two black and white portraits suddenly appeared on the opposite wall of Amu.

It was two monks, one black and one white, but their faces could not be seen clearly on the picture on the wall.They were all dressed in long robes, one was holding an abacus and the other was holding an iron chain. They seemed to be standing in the cave wall indistinctly.

But the whole body of the black and white portrait was completely bound by streaks of blood-red light.

"Huh? Divine thoughts!" Amu could perceive that there were two divine thoughts projected on the wall.

The black and white monks are definitely two powerful men.

Someone sealed them, and their spiritual thoughts broke through the constraints and projected onto the cave wall.It's just that Amu doesn't know when and where these two divine thoughts came from.

Maybe this spiritual thought came through tens of thousands of years, maybe the black and white monk was sealed behind the cave wall.However, these have long been beyond the scope of Amu's ability.

Although there is no murderous intent in this cave, but if Amu acts rashly, it may be beyond redemption.

Immediately, the image changed again.

The black and white monk disappeared, and what reappeared was a thin monk with a blood-red robe and a shawl.

The cultivator's face was bloodless, as pale as paper, but six rays of light radiated from his eyes, and the illusion was blurred.He held a blood-colored flagon in his hand, and that hand had extremely slender pale fingers.

Drinking and singing, the man in red walked far away, but the place under his feet kept changing, sometimes the void, sometimes the earth, sometimes high mountains, sometimes the ocean, and even endless star maps appeared under his feet.

That is the real vertical and horizontal world, roaming in the void.That kind of feeling is that Wang Jue, who Amu has seen on the Sansheng Stone, walks thousands of miles, and everything turns into smoke, it seems that it cannot be compared with it.

Who is that?Whose divine thought is that, it will never be extinguished for thousands of years!
(End of this chapter)