nine coffins

Chapter 319 Tears of Forgotten River!Devil's Tears!

Reincarnation III will never forget!
"Okay!" Granny Qianhua smiled wryly after hearing what Amu said.

Then, Grandma Qianhua looked up at the void, as if she wanted to see through the night, and said slowly, "In the Three Realms, it is said that there is a river, Wangchuan, torrential. I don't know where it is, and I don't know its starting point and ending point! Legend has it. Forgetting the waters of rivers and rivers, you can forget the past events of the three generations and three lives, and you can break the relationship between this life and the next life!"

Granny Qianhua's voice was extremely deep, but at this moment the audience was silent, it seemed that everyone wanted to know what was going on and was attracted.

"The Immortal Ghost Sect has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. There used to be a saint, named Ghost Ruyan, with a peerless beauty! It is said that she came from the unknowable Tianzhou Boundless Realm, and possessed mysterious and unpredictable power. She has magical skills, and she is called" "Tears of Forgotten River" is the ultimate spell in the Three Realms. It can change the world and change life, and it can block reincarnation. Those who use this spell will have red marks on the center of their eyebrows, which are like tear stains. They can also forget the past of the three lives and cut off the future Love. Therefore, those who fall into this technique are no longer human, and their heart is no longer heart!"

Tears of Wangchuan!Forget the past of the three lives, and break the love of this life and the next life.Therefore, those who have been affected by this technique are no longer human, and their hearts are no longer minds!Granny Qianhua's words echoed in everyone's ears, but everyone present had never heard of this technique.

Ghosts are like smoke, but few people know about them, such as black and white priests, such as Dongfang Hongtian, such as Wen Muran.

The ghost girl is like smoke, the most powerful and mysterious saint in the history of the Immortal Ghost Sect!
Heavenly girl and ghost girl, the sea is invincible.This is the language of the sea and the wilderness that monks above scattered souls know. How can they be vulgar if they can be as famous as the celestial girl Huanhua?
It's just because Gui Ruyan is too low-key.Even for those inside the Immortal Ghost Sect, Ghost Ruyan is just a legend.Even many monks of the Immortal Ghost Sect did not believe that the Saintess Ghost Ruyan really existed.

There are portraits of saintesses in the past dynasties of the Immortal Ghost Sect, but only the saintess Guiruyan is just a name.

Ghost like smoke?Peerless!

In fact, at this moment, Amu should have thought of that wonderfully beautiful woman in black who was lying in the ghost domain of hell, in the ice crystal coffin for thousands of years, and was guarded by countless rune water flows!But Amu didn't.

At this moment, Amu has been staring at Yu'er, staring at the red tear stain between Yu'er's eyebrows.

"Tears of the River of Forgetfulness! You can forget the past of the third life and the past, but you can cut off the love in this life and the afterlife!" Amu tried his best to control his emotions, clenched his fists, his knuckles were already pale, and tremblingly said, "Grandma, this technique... Can it be solved?"

this is the key of the problem!

When Amu asked, Granny Qianhua fell silent.

"Mother-in-law, can this technique be solved?" Amu asked again, his nails had been dug into the flesh, oozing blood, but he didn't stop.Granny Qianhua didn't answer just now, and Amu already knew that it might not be a good thing.

Granny Qianhua remained silent, she didn't know how to answer Amu.

At this moment, the entire Halloween Palace fell into another kind of suffocation.It seemed that everyone was waiting for Granny Qianhua's answer, but in fact, this answer basically had nothing to do with them except for Amu.

"Grandmother, can this technique be solved?" Amu asked for the third time, but his tone suddenly became calm, but that calm was extremely terrifying.

"It is said that—" Grandma Qianhua said these two words very emphatically, her intention was to explain that her answer may not be accurate, "This technique... has no solution!"

There is no solution to this technique!These four words, like a heavy hammer, slammed into Amu's heart.

Even the hearts of all the people present were shocked. They could forget the past events of the three lives and three lives, and they could cut off the love in this life and the next life.There is no solution to this technique, isn't it the same as killing this person?It may even be more painful for this person to be killed.

Is what Granny Qianhua said true?
"Wow—" In a hurry, Amu spat out a mouthful of blood.Amu naturally believed Granny Qianhua's words, but this was not the answer he wanted!

All the people present were moved, even though they didn't understand the relationship between the saint of the Immortal Ghost Sect and Amu, and they didn't know whether it was true or not.However, everyone could feel the sadness of Amu diffused in the void.

In the corner, Xiao Luo frowned slightly, but Wen Muran's thoughts changed sharply.This kind of situation is definitely not in his expectation, but all changes must be used by me, which is Wen Muran's state.

The meaning of Wen Muran's existence is only for Taihuang!He thought about the impact, pros and cons of everything on Taihuang.

Outside the arena, there is another special character, Wu'er, the spirit of plum blossoms from Baicheng, Northern Wilderness.

"Tears of the River of Forgetfulness!" The plum blossom spirit looked at the red-clothed Yu'er, and couldn't help but sigh slightly inwardly.In the entire All Saints Palace, apart from Amu, the only person who has seen Yu'er before is actually the spirit of plum blossoms.

No matter what others think, the essence of plum blossoms believes what Granny Qianhua said.The Plum Blossom Spirit knew that Yu'er, the saint daughter of the Immortal Ghost Sect, must be Amu's younger sister.

Forty years ago, on that northern night, she personally saw the little girl in red standing beside the mysterious old man.

How could Wu'er, the spirit of plum blossoms, forget the eyes of the ghost that can look into the three realms?

Moreover, on that mysterious night, the only thing that the Emperor of Taihuang and the others were sure of was that the girl in red was taken away by the Blackwater Tribulation Realm cultivator.

Three years ago, Amu came to the small shop in Baicheng alone, looking for Master and Yu'er.If it weren't for the mad monk Master Tianxiu, the Emperor of Taihuang would have killed Amu.

Some people want to forget the past because of the pain.But how unfortunate are some people without a past?
Yu'er was imprisoned in the void, silent, but with a sneer and disdain on her face.

People are no longer people, and their hearts are no longer their hearts.She would never believe what Granny Qianhua said, because she could vividly remember all the past events about her.

Born in Heishui, grew up in Heishui.

She has been to every corner of the Wansheng Palace, she knows every cave on the Nether Mountain, and she even loves every plant and tree in the Immortal Ghost Sect.

She has seen the ghost saint on the top of Nether Mountain, and she has seen the magic piano at the gate of hell.

She was born as a Heishui person, and died as a ghost of the Holy Sect!She is the peerless darling of Heishui, and she is the saintess of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

There is no doubt about this!

Looking at Amu, Yu'er's heart didn't melt, but gradually became cold.The magic cultivator in front of her is her enemy.

Naturally, no one in the Immortal Ghost Sect believed Granny Qianhua's words.A black and white priest with a calm face, neither sad nor happy.

However, only they know what they think in their hearts, and they actually think the same as Wen Muran.Because, they are not real black and white priests, but Taihuang twin wolves.

The master of the Immortal Ghost Sect is here safely, but the black cloak seems to be slightly fluctuating.No one knows why this puppet-like suzerain has been sitting here.

Everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, and there was an ominous calm in the Immortal Ghost Sect.

Like the night before the storm, calm and dead.

"Snow!"

I don't know when, suddenly, the sky is covered with bright clouds, making the originally dark night even more gloomy.

"Snow--"

More people feel the meaning of snow!All look up.

Snow, heavy snow!
Eloquently, goose feathers and heavy snow fell from the sky, rolling up the sky.An endless sorrow spread out, filling the world, what kind of sorrow is that? .

At this time, the expressions of all the monks of the Immortal Ghost Sect changed drastically.

The black and white priest was even more stunned.

Because, the ghost city is actually a huge enchantment.The time and space here are different, and the weather of the four seasons does not follow the rotation of the sun and the moon.A ghost town is an independent kingdom.

However, in the ghost town, how could it snow?
The black and white priest suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition.

Snow, goose feather heavy snow! In 9000 years, black and white sacrifices, I have never seen snow falling in a ghost town, and I have never experienced such sadness.

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But at this time, I don't know where and where.

A young monk in a robe of water and clouds stood in the vast snow.The appearance of the young monk was not handsome, but his manner was by no means ordinary, especially the pair of eyes, calm and bottomless.

At the moment when the Western Black Narcissus Ghost Sect's All Saints Palace was snowing heavily, the young monk looked at the black water.

"Tears of the devil!" A strange color flashed in the eyes of the young monk, "Is this the call of the devil to me?"

Beihuang.On the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.

Leng Yu looked down at the deserted sea, and naturally turned her gaze to the black water.Everything is vivid in my mind, but Leng Yu's fairy heart has long been as still as still water. She withdrew the spell that day and let Amu leave safely, so she would not hinder anything again.

"Demon? Not demon? Let the wheel of karma spin!" Leng Yu sighed.

Let the devil's tears fly!Let the snowflakes fly like a mat!

At the moment when the boundless snow fell in the All Saints Palace, the sea and wilderness trembled.

Inside the small hotel in Baicheng, North Country.

A skinny monk with tattered clothes and sloppy bare feet, with a pale complexion, but kept drinking.

A hunchbacked old man with white hair, beside the small counter, was slowly wiping a shiny copper jug ​​with a clean white rag.The old man with white hair and hunchback rubbed very lightly and slowly.

A crazy monk who is one of the thirteen monsters in the sea.

A formerly all-powerful emperor of the wild.

"Hurry up! When all these wronged souls are... crossed... away, you will be free!" The mad monk's drunken eyes were hazy, and he was a little vague.

"Thank you!" The Emperor of Taihuang Xiao Tianting didn't say much, but was still gently and slowly wiping the copper pot.

He looked up, and the difference in realm allowed him to perceive the heavy snow and sadness in Heishui Ghost City.However, restrained by Bai Xue's formation, he couldn't understand too much.

However, the change in the black water was the conclusion in his mind.

Wu'er has already gone to Heishui, and he believes that there will be the latest news soon.

"Waiting for thousands of years! Breaking the formation in 49! I, the Emperor of Taihuang, will definitely come to Haihuang again!" Xiao Tianting, the emperor of Taihuang, did not have fanaticism in his eyes, but there was calm determination.

"Don't forget the promise you made with me!" The crazy monk suddenly drank the bowl of wine in front of him with a bleak smile.Maybe this thirteen sea monsters, the monk of Fantian Temple, didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong.

Only time can confirm everything.

At the moment when the boundless snow fell in the All Saints Palace, the sea and wilderness trembled.

In the three worlds of heaven and earth, I don’t know how many pairs there are, penetrating the clouds, penetrating the interface, penetrating all obstructing eyes.

(End of this chapter)