Nine remnant coffins, nine brilliance. On the purple light curtain, the fairy aura is thick.

Looking at the purple sarcophagus, he flew straight to the mountain gate. Ah Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, the white-clothed young man in the purple sarcophagus must be the third prince of the original Purple Shadow City.

The scene of farewell should have been more than 17,000 years ago.

However, on the day of the collapse of the sea wilderness hell, the third prince was already formless and formless. Even if it's a reincarnation, it shouldn't be like that.

It is formless and phaseless, and can be changed at will, in fact, it has lost its authenticity.

"Seventeen thousand years of reincarnation, what happened to the third prince of Purple Ghost City?" Amu pondered in his heart.

Goodbye, on that purple light, the picture changes again.

The Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, crossed on her knees in the void, is full of purple rays. The purple arc around the body lingers. Her background is the top of Ziyun Mountain.

This time, Amu could clearly see that it was ninety-nine eighty-one tombs.

Those graves, standing on the top of Ziyun Mountain without any rules, were all gray. Each tomb has a stone tablet, but in the light curtain, there does not seem to be a single inscription on it. However, the long-lasting aura of vicissitudes emanating from those graves seemed to be perceptible to Amu at this time.

"What kind of place is that? Whose graves are they?" Amu said secretly in his heart, "Is this qiē all in the Purple Hidden City? If that's the case, then what kind of existence is the Purple Hidden City?"

In the purple light curtain, the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower is practicing many spells.

Purple electricity and green mangs, flowers are all over the sky. I don't know how many kinds of spells have been deduced by Phantom Flowers one by one. Amu looked at those heavenly goddess techniques, and couldn't help but feel in his heart, and wrote them down one by one in the sea of knowledge. Although, such a viewing memory. Maybe it's just a surface, but there must be many benefits for Amu's magic epiphany.

In the entire Ziyun Mountain, no one seemed to dare to disturb the cultivation of the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower. I don't know how many years this kind of technique deduction and cultivation have continued.

Perhaps, it should be 7,000 years on the sea wilderness!

Suddenly, one day. On Ziyun Mountain, the wind and clouds change. Among the ninety-nine eighty-one tombs behind the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, there was a tombstone, which actually moved slightly. It seems to be about to break ground.

The Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower raised her eyebrows and stood up. Purple-clothed hunting, Phantom Flower's eyes showed a demonic aura.

"Demon Barrier!" From the mouth shape of the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, Amu could see these two words.

Goodbye, Phantom Flower sneered. Hands stamped. A fairy talisman turned into a streamer. The moving tombstone in the middle.

A gray glow flared up. In an instant, the tombstone was directly knocked down three feet, and most of it went deep into the ground.

The Celestial Maiden Phantom Flower, the corners of her mouth curved, as if she was looking down at something. Then the purple sword at the center of his eyebrows was already in his hand.

At this time, the scene in the light curtain suddenly changed.

In the void, the clouds are thick. The wind and thunder are rolling. Amu doesn't know where this is, but in fact, this is the sea barren plain.

Immediately, a purple light door suddenly opened. The purple light is ten thousand ways, reflecting the entire sea wilderness world. Dressed in purple, he fell from the sky, wearing a thunderbolt purple mang.

At this moment, the Heavenly Maiden was in the world, making the entire sea wilderness tremble.

At the feet of the Heavenly Maiden, there was a purple electric dragon with a length of 100 zhang, with teeth and claws, lifelike. That day is what the descendants of Haihuang called the "day of the phantom catastrophe".

Behind the phantom flowers, there are thousands of flowers of the dragon clan holding a basket of flowers, beautiful and gorgeous. In addition, there are a hundred purple monks in a neat formation. They wore black and gray robes and hoods of the same color. The black and gray colors belong to the phoenix and dance clans.

Those people were all Soul Scattering High-level Great Perfections, and such a formation was enough to sweep through the sea wilderness, and no one could stop them. The next thing Amu saw was almost the same scene, no matter where it was.

Siege, slaughter! No, it should be said that siege, slaughter! endless slaughter!

Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, a purple robe, a purple sword. Everywhere she went, all the monks in the sea wilderness couldn't resist the long sword and flying flowers in her hand. In the four regions of the sea wilderness, all the monks of the Taihuang were killed by it, as long as the phantom flower was encountered, none of them were spared.

Back then, I was right.

In seven days, the sea wilderness changed color, and the stars were dull. The entire Taihuangmen people were almost wiped out within the boundaries of the Sea Desolate Divine State, and the foundation of the Taihuangmen that had been operating in other domains for hundreds of thousands of years was uprooted and burned.

The last day was the most tragic. The entire Valley of Ten Thousand Desolations was blocked by the great technique of the Phantom Flower, and a hundred scattered souls laid an enchantment to surround all of them. You can only get in, not out.

The charm of phantom flowers, floating all over the sky, confusing the rest. Dragon Qianhua, frowning slightly. The Celestial Maiden Phantom Flower, slaughtering vertically and horizontally. The Emperor of the Great Desolation, the Seven Star Monarchs, no one can be the opponent of the Heavenly Maiden.

Amu saw with his own eyes the fall of several star monarchs such as Greedy Wolf and Lian Zhen and the moment when Wen Muran broke his arm. The reason why the Emperor of the Desolation escaped, it was a strange magic light on his body. The magic light that flew from the sky saved the life of the Emperor of the Great Desolation.

The blood really flowed like a river, gurgling in the valley. Countless souls were scattered, turned into green smoke, and even thickened into clouds.

The Taihuang Gate, which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, has been removed from the sea wilderness since then. It was on the sea wilderness, I don't know how many thousands of years, the most tragic battle.

However, after that battle.

The Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower was a little dazed and stood outside the Ten Thousand Desolations Valley that was sealed by her own great technique. On her side, there are only dragon thousand flowers.

"Demon reincarnation!" those were the words that Amu could see from the shape of the phantom flower's mouth.

Almost single-handedly, he overturned the entire Taihuang Gate. But after the bloody killing, there was no joy in the eyes of the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, but a deep sadness.

Not many people understand that the purpose of leaving no one behind the Phantom Flower is to kill the devil and get rid of future troubles forever.

After the First World War in the Valley of Ten Thousand Desolations, the phantom flower that Amu saw again was already a person wandering on the sea wilderness.

Amu frowned.

Because, the Celestial Maiden Phantom Flower seems to have been looking for something. In the meantime, Phantom Flower began to gradually become moody and murderous at every turn. There are even the hidden catastrophes of the sea wilderness, which have been ruthlessly cut down. However, the Celestial Maiden seems to have found nothing, and only gradually begins to lose herself and fall into the killing.

Celestial Maiden, Enchantress

Amu sighed in his heart, no matter what the purpose was, many innocent people had indeed died in the hands of Phantom Flower.

One day, a man in black, with a calm expression, stood quietly in front of Phantom Flower. In the background was a mountain, a seemingly ordinary mountain, and a river.

At this time, Amu suddenly discovered that the background turned out to be the landscape map hanging on the main house of the Wang family. It seems that the landscape map is not hung casually. It's just that Amu hasn't remembered where he has seen that mountain.

The man in black is naturally the Demon Lang! The reincarnation of the Canghai Shenlang, the Demon Cultivator of Wang Jue's previous life.

When he saw the Phantom Flower, Morrou's smile was gentle. Although he is known as the Demon Lang, there is no trace of demonic energy on the Demon Lang at this time, and there is no trace of murderous intent.

Childhood sweetheart, it's better to fall in love at first sight! Amu can feel the sincerity and love in Molang's smile on the phantom flower.

This is all things in the world. Therefore, some people are as old as ever, and some people are as white as new.

Love, even more, sometimes does not need the precipitation of time, only the fit of the heart!

The Heavenly Maiden and the Demon Lang seem to be in the dark, waiting for each other to appear.

From the time Amu saw the light curtain, the time in it has passed for many thousands of years. Even if the Celestial Maiden was born from the purple aura group, there were more than 10,000 years.

Except for the innocent play with the third son when he was a child, Amu has never seen the happy smile of Phantom Flower again. Now the phantom flowers in the light curtain are deep in the enchantment, and they will occasionally lose themselves and be moody.

However, the moment he saw the magic lang, Phantom Flower's eyes were extremely clear, and there was no coldness in the slightest. The gentleness of purple clothes is not something that everyone can understand.

At that moment, in Amu's opinion, the smile of the phantom flower was comparable to the moment when Shen Yan took off the face of the Supreme Ghost God in front of him for the first time.

The world is smiling, just for you!

Phantom Flower and Demon Lang can be their own world, except for the storage zài like Canghai Magu, even Leng Yu doesn't know what kind of past it is.

Probably, no one would have thought of it.

The legendary shocking Three Realms, the mysterious Phantom Flower and the Demon Lang War, in fact, never happened at all. The competition between Molang and Phantom Flower is not a life-and-death struggle at all, but a martial arts.

In other words, that's not martial arts, it's dance!

Black robes, purple robes, and flowers in the sky. Colorful, streamer, flying electric light. It was the most beautiful competition between the Three Realms. The two of them danced the killing technique to the extreme.

Amu was slightly moved as they felt it. The love between the demon lang and the heavenly maiden.

In the entire Three Realms, only Molang knows what kind of woman Phantom Flower is. The world is smiling, as gentle as water. In the eyes of the people of the sea wilderness, she is a peerless demon girl, but in the eyes of the demon lang, she is the best woman in the Three Realms.

He sighed long, because Amu knew their fate later. Most like the beginning, when Canghai Magu saw this qiē, she lost a trace of gray hair.

The Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, condensed by the resentment of the Three Realms. She is an illusion, not at all the existence that the Three Realms should have, and she will one day completely lose herself and be manipulated by demons.

What hurts Magu in Canghai is -- Lang'er, how can you be happy? You have embarked on a road of no return.

However, Molang has to fight with the sky, and he wants to turn the wheel of fate. Mo Lang held Phantom Flower's hand and wouldn't let go. In any case, the Molang will turn the heavens and the earth upside down.

Amu's cheeks tightened, and he could feel Dao Molang's mind.

At this time, the picture in Amu's eyes changed again.

A black mang, piercing all the deposits. Demon coffin, break the barrier between the Three Realms!

Black robes and purple robes joined hands to shuttle between the two worlds.

On the day of black and white, the waning moon bends. In the realm of the Demon Continent Shura, the seven stars are accompanied by a blood moon. On the Continent of War, in a wasteland, there is a high mountain overgrown with ancient trees in the distance.

The magic lang and the phantom flower fell here, and the phantom flower snuggled on the shoulder of the magic lang, and there was only happiness in his eyes.

Behind them will be Liuzhen in 10,000 years!(To be continued......)