nine coffins

Chapter 87
Chapter 87 Phantom Blood Art
"The Cold Moon Excalibur?"

"Hey! This is the first time I've seen Han Nizi use the Cold Moon Sword!"

"With good intentions! With good intentions!"

"That's right! Han Bingyi has to fight Han Zixiang with a divine sword, so today she must use Han Zixiang's similar strength to see how good Amu is, otherwise he will never let Amu go to the stage of life and death!"

In the void, Han Bing formed a seal on his chest with both hands, and the Cold Moon Excalibur hung three feet above his head.This Hanyue Divine Sword is a high-level spiritual treasure, and also the most precious treasure of Beihan, which Han Bing obtained when he paid homage to the Beihan Patriarch Hall.Among the Northern Cold Spiritual Treasures, it ranks among the top three in terms of power, far above Yang Yun's Tianbing lotus platform back then.

At this time, the tip of the Cold Moon Sword pointed directly at Amu, and at the same time, thousands of cold air fell down, covering it with ice.The white cold air, the purple dress, and the ice standing in the cold curtain are stunning and peerless.

"Senior Sister Han, why bother? Such a magic weapon is useless to me!" Amu looked coldly at the Hanyue Sword above Han Bingyi's head.

A magic weapon at the spiritual level is already a top-notch magic weapon of the Northern Cold Sect.However, what Amu said is right, such a magic weapon is really useless to him. Once the black rattan comes out, everything will be broken. At present, except for the piece of black wood that Amu got newly, there is nothing that can be under the black rattan. all right.

The Cold Moon Excalibur is good, but it must not withstand the power of the black rattan.

"Amu, you underestimate the Void Spirit cultivator! If you really want to face Han Zixiang, how can you take out the black cane!" Han Bingyi sighed slightly, and then suddenly the brilliance in his eyes brightened.

This brilliance was extremely strange, and when Amu looked at it, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and everything around him changed instantly.

Reverse time and space?Amu came to a strange time and space.

What is flowing?Colorful neon.What is flying?Colorful bird.The world is both familiar and strange.

In the chaos, there are people arguing in my ears.

"The Cantian Ancient Scroll... Huan Hua..."

"This child can't stay..."

"coffin……"

Intermittent, hazy, I can't figure out what it is, and there seems to be the sound of fighting.This seems to be the memory of Amu's first time traveling to this world.That was Amu's first awakening when he came to this world.

Suddenly, a bright light came straight to the center of Amu's eyebrows, it was an arrow of time, the brilliance was bright.

boom--

The dazzling white light made Amu involuntarily cover his eyes, and everything changed again.

A small village on the border of the Northland, that is Liu Town.The easternmost part of Liu Town, with blue bricks and gray tiles, and double courtyards, is the Wang family.

In a trance, with everything familiar, Amu actually returned home.

In the front yard of Wang's house, there are various coffin-making tools and various kinds of wood scattered around, and the fragrance of wood is scattered everywhere.A girl in red, holding her chin, stared at the wood in the small courtyard in a daze.

"Yu'er—" Amu couldn't help shouting.

"Brother!" Yu'er seemed to have seen Amu, and rushed directly to Amu.

"Yu'er!" Amu greeted him.

But the moment Yu'er just threw herself into Amu's arms, Yu'er's red clothes instantly expanded in Amu's eyes, the eyes were full of red, and the red clothes turned into bloodstains all over the sky.

"Ah——" Yu'er let out a scream, and turned into blood mist, only pieces of red clothes flew around like blood butterflies.

"Yu'er—" Amu's blood was throbbing, and he rushed over, but what he grabbed was the blood mist.The blood mist filled the sky, and it was impossible to distinguish the upper and lower directions.

"Yu'er——Yu'er—" No matter how Ren Amu shouted, apart from the blood mist, there was only an empty echo in this world.

Everything about the Wang family in Liuzhen is long gone, and all that can be seen is blood.Congealed blood, flowing blood.

At this moment, a pitch-black figure slowly stepped out of the blood mist, hunched over, dressed in black, with grey-white hair, covered in blood, coughing continuously, dragging a big black coffin behind him.

"Master—" Amu was stunned for a moment, and then rushed over.

But it was nothing, Wang Jue's figure seemed to teleport, and he was still not far in front of him. The distance between the two did not change at all, and it would be useless for Amu to pounce forward.

Amu was running crazily and helplessly in the blood mist. He was sweating profusely, almost suffocating!He didn't know how long it had been and how far he had run, but he felt that the magic power in his body was running crazily, but at the same time it seemed to be exhausted.

What happened to Yuer?What's the matter, master?Amu shouted and asked, his eyes were blood red, but everything remained the same in the blood mist.

"Amu, don't come here!" At this moment, an abrupt voice sounded behind Amu.

"Senior Brother Li Shui!" Amu turned around, and saw that half of Li Shui's body was being swallowed up by the blood mist.Li Shui's face was pale and he couldn't stop struggling.

"Senior Brother Li Shui!" Amu wanted to run over, but at this moment, he suddenly found that at some point, his feet turned into a red swamp, and his legs were completely sunk in it, sinking deeper and deeper.

Calves, knees, waist.Amu himself is constantly struggling, falling, sinking.

Amu is struggling so much, but in fact all this is just a snap of his fingers, thinking that everything is Amu's illusion.

In the void, Han Bing's posture in the seal on his chest has not changed at all, but there is a psychedelic brilliance in his eyes.The Cold Moon Excalibur was still suspended above the head of Han Bingyi, with thousands of chills hanging down from it.

Not far away, Amu stood blankly on the Tianxuan flying saucer, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Hmm! Why didn't you move?" The fat old man frowned.

"It's an illusion!" The old man with the big golden bell shook his head slightly.

"Illusion? This Han Nizi actually used illusion to attack! Why don't you use her three special skills?" The old man with long eyebrows was stunned, and shouted at the old man holding the golden bell, "Old guy, you are the best at illusion, why don't you?" thing?"

"Ah!" The old man holding the big golden bell sighed, "It is said that Han Zixiang is good at illusion! I think Han Bingyi's technique is mostly illusion blood magic. I didn't see that she needed the protection of the Hanyue Divine Sword, otherwise she would be easily backlashed."

"Huh?" The other three were surprised, but they all understood immediately.Han Bingyi really worked hard for everything!The four old guys kept shaking their heads.

Where is Han Bingyi blocking Amu?This is clearly a drill for Amu on the stage of life and death with Han Zixiang!

Illusion attacks vary greatly, but they all attack people's psychology and consciousness.If Amu can resist Han Bingyi's illusion, then there will be a little more chance of winning against Han Zixiang.In order to simulate the effect of the attack, Han Bingyi actually used illusions that she was not good at, regardless of self-injury.

At this time, Han Bing followed the urging technique, but there were sweat stains on his forehead.

"Amu, if you don't succeed in this technique, you won't be able to raise the stage of life and death again! Han Zixiang's illusion is definitely better than mine!" Han Bingyi looked at Amu with a complicated expression, and said to himself.

Besides, Amu, the blood-red swamp has not reached Amu's heart at this time.The pungent smell of blood pierced Amu's nostrils.

Consciousness was a little trance, his chest was extremely stuffy, his mind was slightly heavy, and Amu seemed to be drowsy.All struggles are futile, it can only speed up the swallowing of the blood-red swamp.

But at this moment, the ancient desolate magic scripture in Amu's spiritual consciousness suddenly flew out, and the black scriptures were connected like dragons.

"The devil, the unyielding man of the heaven and the earth! The devil's will, the eternal unwillingness! The devil's way, the road to the sky with [-] avenues. The devil's cultivation is not against the heart and blood. Immortals block and kill immortals, Buddhas block Buddha, only my demonic way, is the only one in all ages."

The black text echoes like Sanskrit, more like the sudden sunshine in the night.As soon as the black flower came out, the blood mist dissipated, and the wind and clouds swept away.

There seemed to be thousands of wailing sounds in the blood mist, but they were powerless to change.Breaking the illusion with magic, the blood mist dissipated, and all illusions were lost.

Although everything was just a snap of the fingers, it was like ten thousand years for Amu. The feeling of struggling in the blood mist and swamp could not go away for a long time, and Amu's back was wet with cold sweat.

This is a wandering struggle before the gate of hell!
"Senior Sister Han, you've been educated!" Using Xiuli to steam dry the clothes, Amu's long hair flew wildly, a faint black air lingered all over his body, his white robe bulged, and he made noises.

This is the aura of demons from the ancient times, this is the appearance of gods and demons composed of black and white!
"Amu actually woke up in the illusion?" The old man holding the big golden bell was startled.

(End of this chapter)