nine coffins

Chapter 389 The Pursuit of the Taihuang Sect
Amu didn't know where he was teleported by the domain gate of Dongyang Ancient Temple, and he was naturally happy when he finally saw the small town outside the mountain.

The small town is not big, but once inside the city, it is quite lively and bustling.People of all colors came and went, indeed there were quite a few, but there seemed to be no monks here.

There are many mountains in Dongling, it seems that this small town can be regarded as an important town with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Amu asked someone casually, only to find out that this small town is called "Shanyun".

Recalling the map that Ya'er gave him, Amu vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a mortal town in the northern region of Dongling, but he didn't have a deep impression.Because compared to the entire Dongling, this Shanyun Town is still too small.

However, this place should not be far from Dongling North Region, but I don't know how far it is from Fantian Temple.Amu decided to find a small shop to stay, take a rest, and study it carefully.

Amu felt that his stable life might not last for a few days, and he fully believed that the forces chasing and killing him would have the ability to find him soon.

I found a small inn in the city, and these inns are mortal inns.In fact, for monks above the spiritual realm, staying in a mortal inn is not much different from sleeping in a barren village overnight.

However, Amu must find a mortal inn, and at the same time completely cover up his cultivation, because this is a mortal town after all.If there is a monk's spiritual consciousness covering him, even if he looks like a Supreme Spirit Buddha cultivator from the outside, it will be too eye-catching.

The shop is quite neat and clean.

Amu entered the small shop, and first unfolded the Dongling map that Ya'er had prepared for him.After searching for a long time, I found a small dot on a page of the map, which was Shanyun City.

Fortunately, Ya'er prepared a mortal map, otherwise Amu might not be able to fully determine his position.

Dongling North Region is right, but this place is still [-] miles away from Yunpeng Mountain in Fantian Temple.This was somewhat beyond Amu's expectations. It seems that the domain gate of Dongyang Ancient Temple was damaged, and the deviation was quite large.

However, one thing that makes Amu gratified is that there is not a single sect of cultivation in this area of ​​nearly ten thousand li.This is definitely a good thing for Amu.

In Amu's current situation, it is many times safer to hang out among mortals than in a place where there are always monks.A Muxin even wanted to stay in this small town for a while longer, firstly to restore his cultivation, and secondly to wait for the movement on Dongling.

If Fantian Temple can really release the news, then with the means of Qing Mozi and Qianhua Granny, they must be able to find themselves relatively quickly.If one of these two people arrives, as long as someone like the third son of Ziyou doesn't appear, he can keep himself safe.

Everything in him was in urgent need of recovery, and with a long sigh, Amu sat on the bed and meditated with his eyes closed, but he didn't let his breath out.

At the first stage of Zhiling, the spiritual energy in Amu's body is running, and the Buddhist lamp of the sea of ​​bitterness is swaying in the sea of ​​alchemy.

At this time, Amu actually couldn't tell whether he was a Buddha cultivator or a demon cultivator?
In Danhai, there are still golden waves, which are extremely bright.However, Amu still felt that in the depths of the Danhai, there was an inexplicable and endless dark power surging.

Meditate quietly, and soon Amu has settled down.Because he had already greeted the store, Amu only said that the journey was hard and he wanted to sleep peacefully today, so no one bothered him.

At dusk, at sunset, the moon gradually rises.Such a small town is naturally quiet at night.

The moon sets and the sun rises.Sunset, moonrise.Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

In the small shop, Amu kept a low profile and had three meals a day, so no one noticed and disturbed him.

It was another moonlit night.Hundreds of miles away from the small town, two figures appeared.

One of the two was a one-armed middle-aged scribe in green clothes, but his temples were already grey.

The other is a 26-year-old monk in white.The white-clothed monk looked extremely handsome, and the eyebrows were so beautiful that even ordinary women did not have such a face.It's just that his face was too pale, almost bloodless, and his face was even colder.

Taihuangmen Wenqu Xingjun Wen Muran, Moxiu Xiaoluo, the grandson of Taihuang Great Emperor.If Amu saw the two of them at this time, then I am afraid that they cannot be described as shock.

In just three days since he saw the essence of plum blossoms, Amu used the domain gate of Dongyang ancient temple and fled almost across half of Dongling.

However, it is incredible that Xiao Luo and Wen Muran have already arrived hundreds of miles away from this small town in such a short period of time.

"My lord, are you sure that Amu is within a few hundred miles!" Wen Muran seemed to have put in all his efforts over the years, as evidenced by the blue frost on his temples.

"That's right! Sir, my perception is definitely not wrong. No one except Amu can have such a strange aura. It's like a demon but not a demon, like a fairy but not a fairy. Moreover, the breath of plum blossom mist that Wu'er left on him has always been Now, he must not have noticed it himself!" Xiao Luo sneered, "I thought I could escape with the Domain Gate."

Then, Xiao Luo frowned again and said, "However, this Amu is really strange. The domain gate of Dongyang Temple leads directly to Fantian Temple. Why did he settle in this barren mountain? After so many years, with his aptitude, he must have been a soul-dispersing monk. It is not difficult to contact his forces!"

After hearing this, Wen Muran smiled and said: "Of course there is something wrong with the domain gate of the ancient Dongyang Temple. Didn't you and I also be teleported tens of thousands of miles away, and then bumped into you by mistake, and you felt a little breath of Amu. According to the five As my son said, Amu turned out to be only the Dzogchen at the elementary level of soul cultivation. Isn't that even more strange?"

"It's a common thing for monks to hide their cultivation, but it's incredible that Wu'er can escape from Amu's hands!" Xiao Luo said.

"Things are impermanent. For so many years, there has been no news from Amu, maybe something happened!" Wen Muran narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yeah!" Xiao Luo nodded, "When I find him, I'll find out once I try it! As long as he doesn't reach the Wind Tribulation Realm, I'm not afraid even if he uses the magic coffin!"

While talking, the two disappeared into the night at the same time, and when they reappeared, they were already in the void of the small town.In fact, the two of them searched for three days in a radius of tens of thousands of miles before they locked on the location of Amu.

But at this time, Amu, who was sitting peacefully in the small shop, suddenly felt his heart move.

It was a very wonderful feeling.The Kuhai Buddha Lamp in Danhai trembled slightly.Amu frowned, it was only three days, everything happened almost too fast.Amu knew that the person looking for him had already arrived.

This time, without the slightest hesitation, Amu directly recited the mantra.

"The Seal of Eight Sufferings, open!" Seeing again, the faded sword marks on the center of Amu's eyebrows disappeared instantly.

In Amu's alchemy sea, there is even more black mist surging up, but it blends well with the bitter sea Buddha lamp, the black mist actually has a golden edge.

Surging soul power filled the entire Danhai.

Buddha and demon co-exist, and the black flame rising from Amu's green clothes also has a golden brilliance, and at the same time, with a shake of one hand, the black rattan is already in his hand.

With a teleportation, Amu went straight out of the small shop and stood in the void of the small town.At this time, Amu has nothing to dodge, nothing to avoid, only one battle.

In the void, Wen Muran, Xiao Luo and Amu stood hundreds of feet away.This distance can already be ignored for monks above the soul state.

"Sure enough, it's the two of you. It's been a long time!" Amu looked at Wen Muran and Xiao Luo and sneered.

In fact, Amu expects the essence of plum blossoms to send this news back to the Taihuangmen, so the person related to the Taihuangmen is most likely to come after him is the demon cultivator Xiao Luo.Because, only Xiao Luo is the most sure about dealing with himself.

It's just that the movements of the two of them were faster than A Muliao expected.

Moreover, at this time, Wen Muran's cultivation was still at the mid-level Dzogchen Sanhun, but Xiao Luo's cultivation was completely invisible to Amu.If Amu remembers correctly, during the battle between the Immortal and Ghost Sect, Xiao Luo's cultivation was a high level of soul cultivation, Dzogchen. I haven't seen him in 20 years, but this Xiao Luo has at least reached the level of high-level scattered souls?

This is faster than the practice speed of plum blossom essence!Are these people practicing like crazy? In 20 years, from the high-level Dzogchen of soul cultivation to at least the high-level Dzogchen of scattered soul, this is something that Amu dare not even dream of.

But all this is happening.

"Long time no see!" Wen Muran smiled at Amu.

"Are you from Dongyang Ancient Temple?" Amu asked with a frown.

"Hehe!" Wen Muran smiled coldly, "Did you think Dongyang Temple would have nothing to do after you left? It's a pity that we arrived a little earlier than Fantian Temple."

Amu frowned, and said coldly: "How is Dongyang Ancient Temple?"

"It's nothing! It's just that there is no Dongyang ancient temple on Dongling, and there are not many disciples who can escape!" Wen Muran said indifferently.

Amu's cheeks were tense, his eyes were one black and the other red, looking at Wen Muran.He knew that there was no need for Wen Muran to lie to him, Fantian Temple moved slowly, and Dongyang Ancient Temple could not escape the fate of being destroyed.

"The gift from Taihuang, one day, Amu will definitely repay it twice!" Amu trembled slightly as he held the arm of the black rattan.

"Many people on the sea wasteland said you were dead. I didn't expect you to have been hiding in Dongling. For so many years, it's not easy to avoid detection at least at the scattered soul level!" Wen Muran continued.

Amu smiled coldly: "Mr. Wen has won the prize! It's only been 20 years. On the other hand, Mr. Wen actually worked hard for Taihuang's revival, and his temples became gray. No wonder Taihuang's family dared to be so rampant? They destroyed Dongyang Ancient Temple, Brahma Temple and It seems that Ziyou City is not in your eyes."

"20 years?" Wen Muran and Xiao Luo didn't explain why they were not afraid of Fantian Temple and Ziyou City when they heard Amu's words, but couldn't help but looked at each other, with a strange look in their eyes.

"Amu, you have been in Dongling for the past 20 years?" Wen Muran looked at Amu with a strange look in his eyes and said.

"20 years, in Dongling! What can you do? Destroy all the places I have passed by?" Amu responded.

After hearing Amu's answer, both Wen Muran and Xiao Luo frowned, as if there was something puzzled.

(End of this chapter)