nine coffins

Chapter 416 Ziyou Immortal Order, Sword Pointing at Dongling
In the wilderness of the sea, tens of thousands of miles north of the cold plain, the holy mountains of the Three Realms are like pillars that support the sky, reaching straight into the sky.

On the opposite peak, the wind and snow were misty, and the cold fog diffused.In the wind and snow, above the peak, a woman in purple was sitting cross-legged.Not far in front of her is the abyss, with iron chains like white dragons, whispering in the wind.

A faint purple awn appeared on the body of the purple-clothed woman, which was a very strange light of magic.

Within a radius of three feet of the woman in purple, there was no wind or snow.And three feet in front of him, there was actually a pot of nine-leaf immortal grass emitting a faint blue light.

Forget the soul and worry-free grass, the ice depends on it.

It's just that I don't know how many years Han Bing has been sitting on this iceberg.

Suddenly, a piece of cold snow actually penetrated the purple awn barrier and hit Han Bingyi's forehead.

"En!" Han Bingyi frowned, and slowly opened her eyes.

An ominous feeling came over my heart, that piece of cold snow could enter into my purple light, it meant that there was a slight flaw in my heart and soul.

The Forget Soul and Worry-free Grass seemed to understand Han Bingyi's thoughts, swaying gently, the faint blue light spread, and a calming breath radiated.In the past 300 years, this pot of forgetting soul and worry-free grass has helped Han Bingyi resist the demons many times.

However, this time, it did not calm down Han Bingyi's mind.

"Oh!" Han Bingyi frowned.Suddenly, there was tightness in the chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. Han Bingyi hurriedly changed the seal formula in his hand, and then forcibly suppressed it.

But a trace of blood had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, a white shadow appeared on the iron chain.White cloak, icy skin and jade skin, graceful and graceful.The descendant of the sea, Leng Yu, the guardian of the holy mountains of the Three Realms, as a true fairy, possesses a beauty that does not belong to the mortal world.

Goodbye, Leng Yu shook one hand, the purple awns all over her body were scattered with cold ice, and a cold light covered the ice.Although it looked like a cold light, Han Bingyi's body was full of warmth at this moment, and gradually his mind completely calmed down.

"Thank you Holy Spirit!" Han Bingyi hurriedly knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully.

"You are restless!" Leng Yu said lightly.

"Hmm! Disciple is feeling uneasy, and I hope the Holy Spirit will point me out." Han Bingyi said with a frown.

"Are you missing him?" Leng Yu stood on the white dragon iron chain, looking at Han Bingyi with eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

"All the time, never forget!" Han Bingyi looked sad.

"Oh!" Hearing what Han Bingyi said, Leng Yu nodded and smiled softly.

The eighth-rank immortal root, although it was regarded as a stunning talent in the Northern Cold Sect, was actually not in the eyes of Canghai Lengyu at all.

A disciple of Cang Hai Gu Liu must be a peerless talent in the Three Realms.Whether it's Amu with a mysterious physique, or Murong Haiqing with a nine-yin physique, they are far from being able to compare with the eighth-rank immortal root.

If Amu and Murong Haiqing are geniuses among geniuses, then Han Bingyi can only be regarded as mediocre.

200 years ago.

The Northern Cold Sect's Qiangu Shenglian Lishui, who passed through the customs with a high level of soul cultivation, although far superior to everyone in the Northern Cold Sect, it is still far from enough.

The eternal sacred lotus, the fairy body!
The catastrophe of the Three Realms is approaching, and Leng Yu's heart is moved.

Passing through the Arctic Fairy Sea, Leng Yu summoned Li Shui to practice outside the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms and gave him advice, but he could not enter the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.Unexpectedly, Han Bingyi, an eighth-rank immortal with mediocre aptitude, came with him.

At that time, Han Bingyi's cultivation base was only the elementary level of soul cultivation.

With Leng Yu's indifferent temperament, she would never point out Han Bingyi's practice.However, I didn't expect Han Bingyi to beg outside the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, kneeling for a hundred years.

Even so, it didn't move Leng Yu's indifferent fairy heart.

In the end, it was Han Bingyi's words that moved Leng Yu.

Leng Yu asked: "You have been kneeling for a hundred years, why?"

"Holy God, this disciple's practice in this life is only for that one person!" Han Bingyi's words echoed in the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.

It was this sentence that moved Leng Yu suddenly, and sighed for a long time.

Guarding the holy mountain alone for thousands of years is said to be the mission of the sea, but in fact, why is it that Leng Yu is not for that person?
Be it Shenlang or Molang!Leng Yu only wishes to stand alone in all the bitter winds and rains, to give him freedom and let him freely.Leng Yu is willing to take on the heavy responsibility of the Three Realms.

"Thousands of years, cold wind and rain, Leng Yu is alone! God bless God! God bless God!" Leng Yu's oath is so similar to Han Bingyi!
"Sacred God, the disciple's practice in this life is only for that one person!"

When Han Bingyi's answer resounded through the Three Realms, Han Bingyi finally saw for the first time, the fairy Leng Yu who was called the God of the Northern Desolation by the Arctic Fairy Sea.

Leng Yu finally agrees that Han Bingyi, like Li Shui, should practice outside the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, and gives him advice.

Time flies, and suddenly it is a hundred years.

The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, the Gate of the Three Realms.The celestial aura here is by no means comparable to any place on the sea wasteland.

Weather, location, and people.

The spiritual energy of the Holy Mountains of the Three Realms helped each other, and Leng Yu gave him guidance. Ice Yizong was limited by his talent, but he practiced hard day and night without stopping.The speed of practice has increased a hundred times, and it is now in the water disaster situation.

"Your hard work is a hundred times better than Qing'er!" Leng Yu once commented on Han Bingyi.

"But her talent is a hundred times better than mine!" Han Bingyi smiled lightly.Without admiration, Han Bing still has his own pride.

However, three days ago, Li Shui left suddenly without saying why.

Leaving Lishui, Han Bing felt restless, instinctively felt that either something big happened to the Northern Wilderness and Northern Cold Sect, or it was related to Amu, otherwise Lishui would never leave easily.

"Holy God, where did you go from the water?" Han Bingyi asked.

"Go where you need to go!" Leng Yu said lightly, "Your cultivation base is not enough, you should practice quietly, and when it's time to leave, I will naturally let you go!"

Han Bingyi frowned, took a deep breath, and said nothing.

"Without me, you would never be able to live without the holy mountains of the Three Realms! The vast array of vicissitudes, even if the venerable comes, you have to think about it." Leng Yu smiled suddenly, and looked at Han Bingyi's eyes with a trace of love.

Han Bingyi is too much like herself, so Leng Yu knows what Han Bingyi is thinking, and she knows what Han Bingyi is thinking.

"Yes! Bingyi understands!" A blush appeared on Han Bingyi's face.

"Sacred God, you can forget everything. Tell me, is he okay?" Han Bingyi said.

"Even if I can forget everything, I can't see through Amu. Once, I thought I saw him clearly, and even wanted to kill him, reverse the roulette wheel, and break the cause and effect. But, I was wrong. He must be okay , but now I don't even know who he is?" Leng Yu's eyes were a little dazed.

"The person who has been robbed for thousands of years? The person who has been robbed for thousands of years?" Leng Yu asked herself silently.

Does Shinro know the truth?Does Xuantian know the truth?Within the Three Realms, in the vast universe, who knows the truth?
After listening to Leng Yu's words, Han Bing remained silent, the hair on her forehead was slightly blown by the wind and snow, and then she slowly closed her eyes.

Han Bingyi doesn't need to know who Amu is, for her, Amu is just Amu!

"I killed people in my previous life, and I will be a coffin in this life! I don't want to kill people, but if I don't kill people, how can the world be peaceful? I am a devil, and I will eventually cultivate through blood!" This is what Amu once said to Han Bingyi during the Northern Cold Sect War if.

"Amu, one day, I will stand by your side and watch you kill people!" Han Bingyi said in his heart.She smiled lightly, like flowers blooming on an iceberg.

Northern Wilderness, Great Murong Dynasty, City of Heaven.

The deep palace is like the sea, and the palace is like a forest.A garden, peaches and plums are fragrant.

At this time, under the peach blossom tree, a handsome man sat cross-legged.The man's complexion was pale and his expression was cold. It was an extremely bewitching beauty.

A black robe trimmed with gold, half scattered on the grass.

His Royal Highness of the Great Murong Dynasty, Murong Huang, is a mortal.

"Your Highness! At this moment, a mighty general covered in black armor knelt on one knee in front of Murong Huang, "The 300 million cavalry of the empire are assembled!Please Your Highness will. "

"Very good!" Murong Huang smiled faintly, and then turned cold instantly.

"Pass my will! 300 million cavalry, within three days, cross the domain gate, divide the troops into seven groups, and go straight to Dongling! If Dongling does not surrender, the people of my Murong Dynasty, kill them!"

"Obey!" The general saw that he was well-trained on weekdays, and he stepped back without the slightest hesitation.

At this time, two figures appeared behind Murong Huang.

"Young master!" Those two monks who were actually scattered souls fell on one knee in front of Murong Huang.

"Valley of Myriad Desolation, what are your preparations?" Murong Huang asked.

"Return to Your Highness! Wanhuang Valley, everything is ready! Only waiting for the young master's order!"

"Order to break the army, and after three days, rectify the troops. Enter the black water and wait for orders!" Murong Huang said.

"Obey!" The two soul-dispersing masters were obviously surprised by Murong Huang's order, but they didn't dare to ask further questions.In front of Murong Huang, if he said a wrong word, he would be killed.

The two scattered souls left, but a one-armed scribe in blue appeared beside Murong Huang at some point.

"Mr. Wen!" When Murong Huang saw the one-armed scribe, he hurriedly stood up.

"The young master is as wise as the sea, and my subordinates sigh!" Wen Muran looked at the peaches and plums around him, looking brilliant.

It is estimated that no one would have imagined that the mortal Murong Huang sitting peacefully in this Taoyuan actually controls the life and death of hundreds of millions of people in the entire Great Murong Dynasty and even above the sea wasteland.

"Ziyou Immortal Order, the five domains are in motion, everyone's sword is pointing at Dongling, but the young master wants to send troops into black water! Strange plan! Strange plan!" Wen Muran praised.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Murong Huang coughed lightly a few times, but it was not serious.

"I'm just making arrangements with the strength left by Mr. Back then!"

"However, my subordinates don't understand one thing. During the Great Murong Dynasty, iron cavalry could sweep across the sea and wilderness, but that was all in the ordinary world. What's the use of going to Dongling with 300 million iron cavalry? The terrain of Dongling is not easy to gallop, the key is With 300 million iron cavalry, even if they are full of blood, they can deal with some monks, but they can't stop the one-style spell of the soul-scattering powerhouse. The battle of Dongling is a battle of monks! What's the use of ordinary soldiers?" Wen Muran frowned.

"Hehe!" Murong Huang's eyes flashed a strong murderous look.

"Sir, the hundreds of millions of people in the entire Great Murong Dynasty are the souls of the future that I raised. 300 million cavalry, what are they? I sent them out, and I didn't intend to let them come back!" Murong Huang's mouth curled up.

"However, sir, don't worry! These 300 million iron cavalry will surely approach Brahma Temple without bloodshed."

"How can you see that?" Wen Muran asked in confusion.

"Because Buddhism is merciful, immortals don't kill ordinary people!" Murong Huang sneered, "My 300 million cavalry are actually far better than soul cultivators and robber cultivators in the eyes of Brahma Temple!"

"Brahma's anger may cause thousands of monks to fall, but he will never slaughter millions of mortals, even if they are people from the Northern Wilderness? Even if they kill some Dongling people?"

"Uh!" Wen Muran already understood what Murong Huang meant, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.With compassion, force Brahma Temple to commit crimes!

"In the eyes of a Buddha, you don't ask the enemy or yourself, but the common people! How stupid?" Murong Huang smiled strangely, "And I am a devil, and I want to be ashamed!"

(End of this chapter)