nine coffins

Chapter 401 I Can't Ask For It! 200 years!
The green light in Murong Haiqing's hand radiated out, and directly penetrated into the center of Amu's eyebrows.Numerous tadpole-like runes poured into Amu's mind, which is the Canghai Xianju - the Canghai Vientiane Jue.

"Three ancient schools of thought, with endless foundations! The Vientiane Jue of the Sea is the foundation of all the techniques of my Ancient School of the Sea. Master asked me to pass it on to you on her behalf to help you improve your cultivation. In the future, Master will teach you everything about the sea." Murong Hai cleared his mind.

"Junior Sister, please thank Master Uncle on my behalf, but what I have learned is complicated, and all the methods are overwhelming, will they conflict with each other?" Amu was a little worried.

"No!" Murong Haiqing shook his head, "The Vientiane Sea Art consists of nine levels, and it is actually the most suitable for combining many spells in your body. The sea is endless, and it will allow many spells you practice to blend and grow together, and all phenomena will be unified. .”

Amu nodded, Canghai Immortal Art is placed in the Three Realms, and it must be a first-class art.

Heirs of the sea!

The Vientiane Art in Amu's mind naturally made Amu happy, but it also made Amu truly realize the heavy responsibility.

"Nothing else! During the trip to Brahma Temple, senior brother is in the light, and I am in the dark! Don't worry about everything." After finishing speaking, Murong Haiqing waved his hand, and the barrier dispersed.Her figure gradually dissipated along with the white mist.

Murong Haiqing disappeared into the house, and Amu's consciousness spread out, but he couldn't feel Murong Haiqing's existence at all, but Amu knew that she was near him.

The Body of Nine Yins!The wind is on the top!
Amu felt ashamed for a while, he was really not qualified to be a senior brother.

Amu took a deep breath, and what Murong Haiqing said suddenly had a great impact on him.

Sitting cross-legged and meditating on the bed, Amu needs to carefully digest everything just now.

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At this time, Amu was sitting in the room, while Murong Haiqing was already in the void.The faint white mist accompanied her like a shadow, like a dream, but now almost no one could feel her existence.

In the night, the entire Donglai Inn emitted a faint purple awn.Endless spiritual energy radiates out, but it will never radiate outside the inn.

"Purple Qi coming from the east! This Donglai Inn is truly extraordinary." Murong Haiqing frowned slightly as he looked at the dense purple air in the night.Murong Haiqing always feels that this Donglai Inn is very likely to belong to the Paradise family.

Come east!The sea of ​​bitterness is in the east, and the attitude of the shopkeeper can also explain some problems.

At this time, tens of feet away, in the void of the courtyard on the other side, stood the woman in green who was holding an umbrella during the day.

There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and no worries in the paradise!That blue-white oil-paper umbrella can cover the face of the woman in green even in the darkness of night.

The entire oil-paper umbrella emitted a faint bluish-white light, covering the woman in green.

"Heir of the Canghai?" Under the oil-paper umbrella, there was a pleasant voice, it was obvious that the woman in green was talking to Murong Haiqing.

"Heir of Paradise?" Murong Haiqing did not answer the question of the woman in green, but asked coldly.

In fact, such a rhetorical question is enough to reveal Murong Haiqing's identity, because there are not many people in Haihuang Shenzhou who know about the existence of the Paradise Ancient Stream.

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" The woman in green under the oil-paper umbrella seemed to smile.

Murong Haiqing was speechless, her attitude towards the woman in green was much colder than that towards Amu.

If, at this time, Amu could see Murong Haiqing, then he would definitely think that Murong Haiqing's lukewarm treatment of him at the beginning was already regarded as enthusiasm.

"You don't seem to like the people from Guliu, my happy land?" The woman in green with the oil-paper umbrella couldn't help but said again without hearing Murong Haiqing's words.

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not!" Murong Hai said coldly, "It's just that the people in the ancient land of Paradise should stay away from the people in Canghai. It's always good!"

"Oh?" The woman in green laughed lightly, and then said slowly, "The past events between the ancestors of countless thousands of years ago, maybe there will never be the truth! We all exist for the peace of the sea and the three worlds. on, isn't it?"

"It is true in the ancient times of the sea, and I hope it is also in the paradise!" Murong Haiqing sneered, "However, you stay away from my senior brother! Because, because of you, he broke the seal again tonight, you must be one of the eight sufferings, and you can't ask for it."

After finishing speaking, Murong Haiqing didn't wait for the woman in green to say anything, waved one hand, the white mist cleared away, and disappeared without a trace.

The green-clothed woman holding an oil-paper umbrella stood quietly in the void, seeming to be looking in the direction of Amu.She understood that in a sense, Murong Haiqing's attitude towards her might be normal.

"I can't ask for it! I can't ask for it! 200 years!" The woman in green murmured to herself, then sighed slightly, and the blue and white light around her fluctuated slightly.

"Miss, it's late at night!" At some time, the white-clothed mother-in-law was already standing behind the green-clothed woman, her body hunched over.

"Understood!" The voice of the woman in green was a little unhappy.

In fact, for monks like them, it doesn't matter how late the night is, the white-clothed mother-in-law is just reminding herself.

How could the woman in green not understand?A green light flashed on the ancient umbrella, and she disappeared immediately.

The white-clothed mother-in-law looked at the courtyard where Amu lived, with complicated expressions in her eyes.

"There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and there is no worry in the paradise! It would be great if this is true, but cause and effect cannot escape!" The white-clothed mother-in-law sighed, and then disappeared into the night along with the green-clothed woman.

Donglai Inn, the faint purple awns are still there, but this seems to be a sleepless night.

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The east is about to dawn, and Amu wakes up from breathing.

The feeling of the middle-level Lingsheng is different. At this time, Amu's alchemy is full of golden Buddha energy, and the faint black energy is also swimming in the Buddha energy, but there is no discomfort at all.

The same body of Buddha and demon!Amu felt full of energy and was very comfortable.

At this time, Amu finally had the opportunity to check the items in the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet.

Divine consciousness swept over, and everything was there.

The more important things are the soul-gathering bottle containing the souls of 99 villagers in Liu Town, the [-] silver-level spirit coins obtained from the Yunjialing Coin Bank, and the ones that can be transferred to the [-] silver-level spirit coins. The jade slips of the Yunjialing Currency Bank, which is a universal deposit and withdrawal service on the sea wasteland.

In addition, there is a half pot of Seven Star Bitter Dew, which is the best immortal brew for quick recovery of strength.

The swarthy Magic Lang Ling exudes magic light.

Amu thought to himself: "I don't know if there are demon servants on Dongling who can borrow their strength? It would be great if there is another one like the green devil."

However, Qing Mozi is the number one evildoer in the sea wasteland, who claims to be able to stand by Mo Lang's side forever.On the sea wasteland, it is probably impossible to have a demon servant who can surpass him.

In a corner of the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet, a small animal shrunk into a spherical shape was sleeping soundly. It was the ancient beast of the wild soul.

"Huh? This guy has been sleeping for more than 200 years, right?" Amu frowned.In the battle of the Immortal Ghost Sect, the little guy was injured and exhausted, and then he was put away by Amu.

However, Amu saw that the desolate soul beast had gained a lot of weight, and his realm seemed to have improved greatly, but he didn't know when he would wake up.

All other odds and ends of magic weapons are there, and none of them are missing.And a portrait in another corner was held by Amu.

There is an inexplicable force in that portrait, the background of the picture is a group of gray mist, and the location seems to be a cliff.In the picture, standing facing the wind is a tall woman who seems to be looking into the distance.Lily dressed in purple, the woman was wearing a hideous ghost mask.

"Shen Yan!" Amu's eyebrows tightened.

Amu can't remember where this portrait came from at all. In his Qiankun Ruyi bracelet, there is actually a portrait of Chen Yan.

"What kind of past did Shen Yan have with me?" Thinking of this, Amu felt a piercing pain between his brows, which went straight into his mind, and Amu had to stop thinking.

"Oh!" Amu sighed, but he believed that one day he would remember everything.

There is no shortage of things in the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet. Amu put everything in the green cloth bag prepared by Ya'er into the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet, including the magical dagger.

Amu didn't expect that this magic weapon of unknown level would not refuse to enter like the black cane and the remnant wood of the coffin back then.

Wan Yaoling, Amu was still hanging on his waist, not put away.In Dongling, against the Yaozu, the Wanyaoling is definitely a killer weapon.

However, when Amu was tidying up his things, he took out the three blackbird feathers that the crow gave him from his bosom.

These three blackbird feathers were the life-saving means given to Amu by the crow when he parted by the shore of the sea of ​​bitterness.

However, Amu didn't use any of them.One is that there is no suitable opportunity, and the other is that Amu will not easily let Ya'er's demon body come into danger.

It's just that the situation in Dongling is tense now, what happened to Ya'er?The attitude of the Wu nationality has always been interesting.

Amu still misses Ya'er very much. Thinking of this, Amu shook his hand and called softly: "Yu'er!"

Goodbye to the void, the black feather instantly burned into a black smoke, and then a water pattern appeared in the black smoke, which looked like a magic circle.

(End of this chapter)