What the hell are those? Amu looked at the cyan stone tablet and was at a loss in his heart.

On the Three Lives Stone, can you understand the antecedents? Are those are your past lives? The Three Realms and Six Realms, if there is really reincarnation, then Amu must have the life of an unknown number of lifetimes.

The image on the bluestone mirror kept changing, and then Amu didn't know how many lives had passed.

The identity of each life is different, the prince and the general, and the peddler and pawn.

The story of each life is also different, anger and resentment, and re-entering the cycle of reincarnation.

Even the shijie reincarnated in each life is different, the Three Realms are vast, I don't know where and where the continent is?

But the dagger must appear in every lifetime. However, all of this is not in Amu's memory, and Amu in this life definitely does not have such a dagger in his hands.

They are both real and illusory, mysterious and mysterious. What changes on the bluestone seems to be Amu, and it seems to be someone else's life.

Finally, I don't know how many lives have been reincarnated, and the image of Zuihou in Amu's memory fragment appeared.

A chaotic world, with no edge in sight. A towering city.

Cry! is the cry of a baby.

All along, only images were displayed on the Sansheng Stone, but this time a clear voice reached Amu's ears.

It was the cry of a baby, loud and powerful, and it seemed to be a bright color in the chaos of this harmony.

The fog cleared, and the sky was full of red clouds. Colorful neon, flying birds, majestic, a city, but there is a sky light rushing into the sky on that city.

There seems to be a sky above the high city, a shijie.

The fairy mist is thick, and the green air is misty.

Those flying birds, there are cranes, Qingluan, and colorful phoenixes.

The endless brilliance reflects the magical shijie.

It's hard to put into words, it's not human. Different from any shijie that appears on the bluestone.

Is that the fairy world? This is Amu's first feeling.

Suddenly, someone sang an ancient ballad.

"Stroke the long sword, step on the snow song, for eternity, and hurry by with a snap of your fingers! Let the sky be old and old, with red face and white hair, who can know me? The rolling red dust is immeasurable, who is the immortal? Who is the magic ?......?"

It was a woman's voice, the voice was graceful, but it revealed the vicissitudes of eternity.

This is the first time that Amu has heard this singing. At this time, Amu didn't know that this song had resounded in the sea wilderness when he walked out of the magic coffin enchantment and was reborn for the second time.

What kind of song is this? Amu can feel the helplessness, loneliness and unwillingness contained in this song.

The mirror image on the bluestone changed again, but I didn't know the weishenme, there were many people in it, but they couldn't see their faces clearly.

It's just that Amu can feel that it was a big battle, and the brilliance of the spell was overwhelming. Purple lightning flew all over the sky, invincible and invincible.

The image of a woman, standing in the clouds, with a fluttering skirt, proudly looks at the world.

The baby's cry rang out again.

"Alas!"

It was a woman with a long sigh.

Countless purple rays surrounded the woman's body, which was the pride of the Three Realms.

On the Sansheng Stone, the image of the woman gradually blurred, and then the water ripples spread out one by one.

It was the water streak of time, the years flowed endlessly, I don't know how long it was, and then there was the empty field, the vast snow.

It was the Northern Wilderness of the Sea Desolation Divine State Boundary.

An old man in black with white temples, he stood between heaven and earth with his hands in his hands, and the momentum of the whole person made it seem that heaven and earth were going to surrender to his feet.

"Master!" At this moment, Amu could barely help himself, and his voice trembled slightly.

Reincarnated in this life, the king's absolute Amu's love is incomprehensible, and Amu is even more like a father.

After cultivating immortals for fifty years, Wang Jue's image has not diluted at all in Amu's heart, but has become taller and taller.

With the improvement of Amu's cultivation and his understanding of the immortal cultivation world, Master Wang Jue is like a mountain that can never be seen from the top of the mountain.

The higher Amu's cultivation, the taller the image of Wang Jue becomes.

Wang Jue stood on top of the Northern Wilderness, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and no one knew what this mysterious old man was thinking at that moment.

Suddenly, the red light spread, diffusing the void.

However, with a wave of Wang Jue's hand, the splendor in the sky dissipated.

At this time, the whole earth seemed to be silent. At this moment, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, as if waiting for the arrival of the gods.

A child, wrapped in a small red quilt, carved in pink. In a piece of light, you woke up, with dark eyes, endless brilliance, as if looking at this shijie timidly and confusedly.

"Me!" Amu knew that what appeared on the Sansheng Stone at this time was his first memory of coming to the sea wilderness.

With one move, the boy went straight into his arms.

Wang Jue looked at the child in his arms, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and then there was a smile from the heart. That kind of smile was only experienced when Amu promised the king to enter the immortal gate and take over his heavy responsibility at Zuihou in Liuzhen.

That's a lot of love!

Holding Amu in his arms, Wang Jue didn't say anything, and the heavy snow rose again in the Northern Wilderness.

Wang Jue just walked slowly, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, and the vast cold plains were the background of that moment.

Wang Jue's slightly rickety figure is extremely tall.

Although he is only a mortal, but one step at a time, Wang Jue seems to be walking in time, and the scenery on both sides has turned into streamers, but he still seems to be walking extremely slowly step by step, and only the footprints of time are left behind him.

"There is a sky outside the sky, and there is a demon on the devil!" Wang Jue said softly.

But these eight words were not in Amu's memory back then.

The image faded, and Wang Jue's background gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Master—" At this moment, Amu finally left tears in his eyes.

In Amu's heart, Wang Jue is his father and master. Wang Jue's love is like a high mountain, without seeing the peak, and like the sea, deep and silent.

The bluestone mirror image changed again, and the halo gradually dispersed.

It was a coffin, dark and dreary.

The power of the demon coffin is just a mirror image, and Amu can also feel its supreme power.

Black rays, blood rays.

The earth was covered with blood, white bones were piled up, and ten thousand people bowed and bowed.

A black-robed man, with black smoke rising like a dragon on his body, with his back to everything, standing on top of the demon coffin, between heaven and earth. The murderous aura around him soared into the sky. The momentum that looked at the world almost made Amu think that he was the reincarnation of the Demon Venerable he had seen in the Secret Realm of the Desolate Soul.

However, as soon as the black-robed man turned around, Amu suddenly changed color.

"Me!"

At that moment, Amu could hardly believe his eyes.

In the void, the dragon roared, and I don't know how many five-clawed oolongs flew above the head of the black-robed Amu.

A look of radiance, a look of demons. What is in the eyes of the black-robed Amu is definitely not Amu's current demonic intent and demonic sense.

The black robe hunts, and Amu is half light and half dark. That is almost the god who dominates Shijie, because Amu saw that the black-robed Amu waved one hand, and in an instant, the sky was full of blood, and the white bones flew like snowflakes.

What a murder was that? At that moment, he trampled the whole shijie under his feet.

"Is this my future?"

Amu frowned.

The image changes again.

The dark and dreary demon light dispersed, and the coffin did not know where to go.

It's still a small village, but that village doesn't seem to be the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture.

Because in the void, there are two suns.

Two houses of blue bricks and gray tiles, which were a coffin shop. In the yard, there are some timber scattered and slightly deserted.

Amu, who was dressed in a green robe, was sweating like rain and was planing a wooden plank. That situation is very similar to Amu who was in Liuzhen at the beginning. It's just that Amu was only fifteen or sixteen back then, but this green-robed Amu already looks middle-aged, and his temples have already seen white frost.

It was a mortal, not a monk!

"Alas!" Tsing Yi Amu was almost tired, and sighed slightly. But Amu couldn't hear the sigh.

A woman in purple appeared in the mirror, but her face was extremely blurred.

"Purple clothes?" Amu frowned slightly, "Bingyi, or Shen Yan?"

It's just that the mirror image can't be seen at all. Only that purple dress is like the purple cloud that often appears in Amu's mind.

The woman in purple was wiping the sweat of Amu in Tsing Yi, and her jade hands were extremely gentle. That is extreme love, if the bluestone mirror can show the woman's eyes, it must be veined, tender like water.

Tsing Yi Amu smiled and held the woman's hand, happy and without regrets.

That woman is not a mortal, but she is willing to be an ordinary woman with Amu for the rest of her life.

I don't know weishenme, seeing this scene, Amu was deeply moved.

Which life is that?

Outside the coffin shop, someone pushed the door and entered.

It was a monk, white-clothed and snowy, but Amu definitely couldn't see his cultivation. Long hair shawl, not stained with dust. The eyes are as clear as water, and the temperament is like a fairy lotus blooming.

Such a gentle smile will never be forgotten by Amu for the rest of his life.

"Senior Brother Lishui!"

Behind the water, an elegant woman, standing gently, was Liruo.

The woman in purple greeted her, and Liruo's happy smile was like the most beautiful pear blossom.

At night, the three rounds of bright moons were in the sky, and they were three extremely bright full moons, not like the moons in Amu's previous life.

Drink and talk happily, drunk and indulgent.

The four of them are extremely happy, and the years are flowing indulgently.

There is an old tree in the courtyard, and the leaves are green and yellow, yellow and green!

Under the eaves, there is a nest of swifts, from the nestling probe to the high sky.

On the side of the wellhead, there is a piece of bluestone, which ranges from cyan to rotten.

There were only four people, and their smiles didn't change, it was just a banquet.

Except for Tsing Yi Amu, the other three people are not old at all. Only Tsing Yi Amu, wrinkles began to gradually climb up the corners of his eyes, and the whiteness of his temples began to spread.

Only Amu's face remembers the glory and withering of the years.

It's just that, compared to the disappearance of everything else, Tsing Yi Amu's aging can almost be regarded as stagnation.

Suddenly, there was peace. A flying light from the sky, it didn't seem to be the murderous aura of the monk, but the calamity from the high heavens, and went straight to the small courtyard.

Lishui frowned, and at this time, Amu realized that within a radius of the wine table, it had been under the spell of Lishui.

It was Lishui who used the Great Technique of Defying the Sky to imprison time, which prevented the aging of Tsing Yi Amu.

The light of heaven flew and rose from the water.

A fairy lotus branches and leaves swaying, the blue light fills the sky, and the layers are blooming, which should be the natal life of leaving the water - the ancient holy lotus, and the surging fairy energy is like a tide.

The holy lotus of the ages only blooms once in thousands of years.

"Boom-" The heavenly light smashed on the Holy Lotus, and although there was no sound, Amu could feel the tremendous power.

The halo dispersed, and Lishui's expression was cold, it was the first time Amu had seen such a look on the calm Lishui.

It was a kind of determination that would not retreat even if it died, and it was a murderous aura that had accumulated countless amounts.

Standing on top of the fairy lotus, he sat cross-legged, and the spells in his hands were wide open and closed. The immortal energy between heaven and earth keeps gathering, and at this time, in the night, the sky light is condensed.

It was a coffin, no, it was two coffins, two coffins side by side, floating in the void.

The light of heaven came from that coffin.

What kind of coffin is that? Which of the nine coffins, or two?

The sky is horizontal, and the power of the coffin is incomparable. In the sky above the small village, there seems to be a shijie.

The long hair from the water was flying, and the Eternal Holy Lotus was blooming, but that Qinghui could only protect four people.

Riruka stood beside Lishui, doing nothing but with tears in her eyes.

And the woman in purple was just quietly snuggling in Amu's arms, and Sanshengshi couldn't see her expression. At this time, Tsing Yi Amu was already gray-haired, but his expression was as clear as water, indifferent.

The shadows of the two coffins filled the sky at this time.

Even though they knew that nothing could resist the power of the two coffins, all four of them were extremely calm.

Lishui looked back at Amuhe and smiled faintly.

"Amu, we are brothers!"

This time, Amu heard the voice of the legend in the bluestone.

This oath, I don't know how many years have passed, and reversing time and space will also reach Amu's ears.

"Senior Brother Lishui!We are brothers!" At this moment, tears rolled down Amu's eyes outside the Sansheng Stone.

Is that his future? Lishui once again stood in front of him with his own life.

"How can you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with demons. How can you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Work with the devil. Do you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Walk with the devil. ”

The white lotus who is like a proud white lotus from the water, but his mouth is singing, the ancient war song that Amu once heard in the secret realm of the desolate soul.

Thousands of years later, Lishui protected the demon with immortals in the other world, and swore to die in the coffin battle.

Full of fighting spirit, the magic fairy coffin!

Endless white light, covering the entire bluestone. At that moment, Amu knew how powerful the liliang of the nine coffins was, no matter which one was the nine coffins.

That's not a person or a monk or an immortal, Liliang who can resist.

There is no result, and Amu doesn't know the truth and ending of the mirror shijie.

There was a loud bang, but the Sansheng stone on the side of the bridge actually collapsed.

"Wow-" Amu retracted his mind from the three-life stone, and actually suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

At this time, a figure actually flew out of the bluestone, and quietly landed three feet in front of Amu.

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