nine coffins

Chapter 70
In the middle of the night, the brilliance of the Northern Cold Formation flickered, and a corner of Wangnan Peak opened.

A person whose whole body was covered by a black robe, with a faint black mist covering all his breath, stepped into the void, and flashed into the North Cold Sect's Wangnan Peak in an instant.

At this moment, there were at least two places in the Beihan Mountains that experienced abnormal movements.

The independent Tianzang Peak is even more lonely in the night.For this heterogeneous lineage, the mountain scenery at night is extremely gloomy.

A cave in Tianzang Cave, the space is not big, but there are many books neatly suspended in the void.

Stone tables and benches, a teapot, and two jade cups.The scent of books and tea is scattered in all directions.

In the meantime, a middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi had clear eyes, a face as white as jade, and a restrained expression, with a black beard scattered in front of his heart.With a jade cup in one hand and a scroll in the other, he read while sipping tea, feeling very comfortable.

A blue-robed monk next to him stood respectfully and served, as if he was also silently comprehending something.

This blue-robed monk was none other than Brother Mo, whom Amu and Li Shui had met during the day, whose cultivation was only at the seventh level.

The moment the black-robed monk entered the Northern Cold Formation, the green-clothed monk drinking tea and reading suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then slowly put down the teacup and book.

"Master, what's the matter?" Brother Mo knew that this kind of situation was rare, so he couldn't help but wonder.

"Mo Qing, I don't know why, but my teacher's heart has changed, and I want to divination!" The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi frowned.

"Huh?" Mo Qing was startled, "What hexagram did Master come up with? But do you want to invite all senior brothers to come and have a look?"

According to the hexagram, do not occupy anything, do not occupy if you do not move.Although Master Qianzang of Tianzang Cave can divination and divination, he seldom makes a divination. Today, a sudden divination is something that can be encountered but not sought, so Mo Qing just asked.

"This hexagram asks me about the bad luck of the northern cold! No need to invite all your senior brothers. Since you are destined, you can see it yourself!" Master Qianzang said indifferently.

As he said that, Master Qianzang took out three ancient coins from his bosom. The ancient coins were unknown in what year and month.

Master Qianzang is a person of great cultivation, so naturally he doesn't need to bathe and burn incense.

Clutching the three ancient coins in his palms, Master Qianzang thought secretly, a cloud of green energy suddenly came out from between his eyebrows and circled around his palms.

"Open!" The three ancient coins jingled and fell on the stone table, forming a hexagram.Repeat this six times, and after six hexagrams and lines, the real Qianzang closed his eyes and meditated, and judged his luck.

When Mo Qing saw the hexagram, his expression changed, and he remained silent.Because all the hexagrams turned out to be omens of great ominousness and blood rushing to the sky.

After a while, Master Qianzang opened his eyes, and said to Mo Qing, "Mo Qing, you can tell the truth!"

Mo Qing frowned, and said: "My disciple's practice is still shallow, and the hexagram image is even more crude! The hexagram image just now, and the disciple repeatedly thinks and judges, it is a sign of great ominousness! If this hexagram asks about the bad luck of Beihan, it may be a spring flower." Autumn leaves, a sign of great decline!"

When Master Qianzang heard this, he nodded slightly, and then said with a faint smile, "The bird burned its nest, and there are many dangers. There is indeed a catastrophe coming to my North Cold!"

Mo Qing was startled, and said: "Then Master has a way to crack it!"

Master Qianzang shook his head and said: "Seeing through the secrets of the heavens is against the heavens! The so-called cracking is only going according to the sky! There should be such a disaster in Beihan, and it comes along with the sky, so why do you need to crack it!"

Mo Qing half-understood the words of Master Qianzang, and couldn't help but frown and ponder.

Qian Zang remained silent, Mo Qing remained silent, and the fragrance of tea lingered in the cave.

Mo Qing knew that Master was trying to test himself, but he still couldn't figure out the reason.

After a while, Master Qianzang said with a smile: "Spring trees regenerate, dead trees bloom! The Northern Cold Sect has good fortune in evil, break it down and then stand up again, Mo Qing, do you understand?"

"En!" As soon as this remark came out, Mo Qing naturally understood, "Master, you mean, after this catastrophe, our Northern Cold Sect will have a day of great prosperity?"

Master Qianzang nodded, and said: "If God's will is right, my vitality will be greatly injured after this catastrophe in Beihan, but I'm afraid it will pave the way for thousands of years!"

"Oh! A smooth journey for ten thousand years?" Mo Qing couldn't help but be speechless.

"This hexagram is likely to be fulfilled by Li Shui and Amu, who have great luck! A bloody catastrophe, but it is evil and good. My north is going to have a big change." Qianzang Zhenren's face is calm, as if he has understood it everything.

"As my order, from tomorrow onwards, without my permission, Tianzang Peak disciples are not allowed to visit Tianzang Peak in private! Violators will be punished!"

"Disciple obeys!" Mo Qing was shocked again, but seeing that the master didn't intend to explain at all, he picked up the scroll again and bowed to leave.

Looking at the northern cold peaks in the distance, Mo Qing couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

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At the same time, the north of the Northern Cold Sect, which had been locked in a thick fog, was at the same moment.This is a place of mystery.

Passing through the layers of thick fog, looking from the void, one can see seven mountain peaks, which are in the shape of the Big Dipper, faintly emitting seven-color lights and continuously flowing, like a huge formation, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, constantly swallowing.

Further north is the endless cold plain, with wind and snow all over the sky, and icebergs stretching for thousands of miles, boundless.

Between the cold plain and the seven peaks, there is actually a huge natural barrier.That day the moat was tens of thousands of feet long, with no ends visible, hundreds of feet wide, and no bottom deep.

A huge rock about ten feet high was rolled down into the sky by a strong wind and snow. After a long time, it fell into the water like a goose feather, without any echo.

The cliff is extremely dangerous, the yellow crane is sad, the ape is impassable, and it is so dark, such a terrifying and spooky moat makes people feel horrified.

A moat divides Qifeng and Hanyuan into two worlds.One is the colorful and misty seven peaks of the northern cold, and the other is the northern barren cold plain with constant wind and snow.

Among the seven peaks, there is a main peak that soars into the sky, like a sword pointing to the sky.

On the peak, an old man in black sat cross-legged, as if he hadn't moved for thousands of years.All kinds of seven-color runes are engraved around him, and the brilliance flows, which is very strange.If Amu saw these runes at this time, he would be shocked, because these runes are very similar to the runes he learned when making the coffin.

If these seven mountain peaks are a large formation reaching to the sky, then the old man in black is undoubtedly the person who guards the formation.

The cold wind howled tens of miles away, and even swept up the snow dragon hundreds of feet away, but it couldn't get past the terrifying moat.

At this moment, a huge sound came from the bottom of the moat, echoing in this world as if it came from the ages.

"The sky is hard to destroy, and the earth is hard to bury! If my soul returns, the blue sky will be stained with blood—"

That voice rolled like thunder, resounding through Tianchao, Hanyuan and Wangbei Seven Peaks.Not reconciled, the unyielding magic spread throughout the world.

"Noisy!" The old man in black snorted coldly, making a mudra with one hand and pointing to the sky with the other.

The directness of the old man in black produced countless strange patterns, like words and graphics.

An inexplicable, unknown force rose up between the seven peaks, and formed a huge sigil pattern in midair.

The pattern is not very real, but it is a ghost-like pattern.

Colorful brilliance circulates in it, endlessly.

"Town!" As soon as the old man in black uttered his mantra, he exhaled a breath of energy and shot straight into the sky.

The huge talisman fell from the sky, like a lucky thing, it fell down from the sky and fell directly into the moat.

"The sky is...destroyed, the earth is hard to bury! If my soul...returns, the blood will stain the blue sky...go up..."

The huge talisman fell, like a great mountain pressing down on the sky, with a rumbling sound, shaking the earth.It was only then that the magical voice was gradually suppressed.

"Hmph!" The old man in black snorted coldly when he heard the voice gradually disappear.

At this time, the corner of the Northern Cold Sect's formation was opening, and the old man in black suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were like lightning, shooting out light for several miles, directly piercing through the layers of fog, and looking at the Northern Cold Sect.

"Wang Nanfeng! A member of the Western Black Narcissus Ghost Sect?" The old man in black frowned, "Is the Northern Cold Sect's ten-thousand-year catastrophe coming?"

The old man in black withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help but look at the sky moat far away.

"Hey, the fate of the world is over! It seems that it is time for me to transform that tenth-rank peerless immortal root!"

As he spoke, the old man did not move, but a figure slowly appeared above his head.

It was the same black-clothed old man as him, but with a black gourd hanging around his waist, and his face had a bit of a world of gaming.The appearance is generally the same, and the temperament seems to be slightly different.

As soon as the figure moved, one step swayed three times, and one step was several miles away. The old man with the gourd went straight through the black mist and headed for the North Cold Sect.

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Tens of thousands of miles away, the sky was low and the clouds were dark, and the whole land seemed to be filled with a ghostly aura.

"Wow - wow -" Several old crows soared towards the cold moon.

There are ancient trees and strange rocks.A big river meanders for thousands of miles, the water is as black as ink, meanders like a dragon, and flows westward.

This is the Western Blackwater Continent in the Sea Desolate Divine State, which is as famous as the Northern Desolation.The Blackwater Continent is famous for the Blackwater River that spans tens of thousands of miles.

A ray of light flashed beside a dark old mountain, and a white figure appeared with a tired expression.

This person is none other than Han Qianli, the suzerain of Beihan.

He came here by using the ancient array gate in the Northern Cold Sect, and he spent a million spiritual stones to cross the two large domains.Otherwise, with the ability to travel thousands of miles, it may take several years to reach the Black Water.

Glancing at the ancient jade with dim brilliance in his hand, Han Qianli's eyes flashed coldly, and at this time Han Qianli's cultivation level was actually the mid-level Dzogchen of the Holy Spirit.

"Xixi Heishui, senior Wang Jue, here I come!"

(End of this chapter)