At this time, Amu stood on the other side of the ice crystal coffin, only to find that in the ice pool, the sealed water flowed down, and there were eight big characters composed of runes - the elegance is peerless, and the ghost girl is like smoke!

The elegance is peerless, and the ghost girl is like smoke!

Those eight words seem to have thousands of magical powers, appearing and disappearing in the ice pool, as if there are thousands of water surging under the ice.

Amu felt that these eight words were used to describe this woman in black as extremely accurate.

The ghost girl is like smoke, is it the name of this woman?

Amu had never heard of such a figure or saint in the Immortal Ghost Sect.

But Amu knew that this was a figure that must not be alarmed. Amu believed that in this strange cave, as long as he made the slightest movement, those water-like sigils could directly kill him. Runic flow, Amu believes, that power is definitely above the eight-character forbidden map.

Such a woman, if anyone disturbs her sleep, I am really afraid that she will never recover.

Thinking of this, Amu did not stay long, but continued to grope forward. After all, what Amu was looking for was information about Master Wang Jue.

Bypassing the coffin of ice crystals, but after only a few steps, Amu found that there was a strange brilliance flickering on the wall of the black and white cave.

Stopping and stopping, Amu Zhan watched.

On the wall of the black and white cave, the light is flowing, and it is a portrait of a woman and a few lines of poetry.

The woman on the wall of the cave was the woman in the ice coffin, dressed in black fluttering, with beautiful eyes, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was worried.

The woman in black stepped on a cloud of white clouds, with a fairy posture, and actually held an ancient book in her hand. The ancient book is black and clear, and it is certainly not a mundane thing.

Zaijian's poem:

The ethereal Tianzhou is full of tears, and the dream of the sea is desolate for 90,000 years. Pour out the heart of thousands of catastrophes, don't ask the ghosts of the past like smoke!

Amu didn't know if these lines were left by the woman in black in the ice crystal coffin.

The handwriting is delicate and elegant, flowing and flowing. Originally, they were by no means runes, but they were actually shining with words, and it was obvious that the person who left the handwriting had reached the realm where words are said and everything is the law.

Apart from these few lines of handwriting, there is nothing else on the four walls. There was no new discovery, and Amu didn't dare to walk into the ice crystal coffin, so he had to move forward.

Within ten zhang, suddenly, Amu saw a stone gate in the opposite position of the gate when he came.

In the cold fog, Amu didn't even perceive the existence of this gate in the slightest. It seems that this is a chain of caves.

This stone door has two doors, one black and one white, emitting endless brilliance.

On the steps on both sides of the door, there is an unknown ice sculpture monster, the monster has a dog's head and a leopard's tail, its body resembles a cow's body, and its two fangs are exposed, making a long hissing appearance in the sky.

It's just that Amu's magic sense swept over, although there were some slight fluctuations in spiritual power, but whether it was the black and white stone gate, or the most powerful prohibition on the two monsters, it had already been broken.

Walking up the stairs, Amu stood in front of the black and white door, and the two gates slowly opened automatically.

The moment the door opened, the Battle Spirit Ancient Lantern floated directly in front of him, and Amu was on guard, but no monsters and ghosts appeared. In other words, since entering the cave of this ice crystal coffin, Amu has not been threatened in any way.

Inside the black and white gate, there is still a cave mansion, with a radius of about dozens of zhang. It's just that there is not the slightest bit of ice in it, there is only an inexplicable vicissitudes and six endless brilliance.

This cave and the cave of the ice crystal coffin are like two shijie.

Amu stepped in, and the stone door behind him did not close this time. However, the cold and piercing aura was completely blocked out of the door.

This cave is similar in size to the cave where Han Qianli and the others were sealed.

In the middle of the cave, there is also a circular pool. It's just that what flows in the pool is not water waves, but rippling six-colored brilliance.

Gold, blue, red, yellow, white, and black, the six-colored light blooms in a wheel-like spread, endlessly, and there seem to be countless images that are disillusioned in the six-colored light.

In those images, there are people, beasts, graceful flying heavens, fallen gods, eternal golden lotus, and fleeting Youtan.

Among the six rays of light, I don't know how many shijie, how many years, the cycle goes on and on, and it never stops. And on the edge of the six-colored bright pool, there are four gray ancient seal characters - six reincarnations.

"Six reincarnations?" Amu frowned. This is almost beyond Amu's cognition. Although I have seen Huangquan Road and looked at Sansheng Stone, can all this really be reincarnated?

Heavenly Dao, Asura Dao, Humanity, Animal Dao, Hungry Ghost Dao, Hell Dao, the six realms of reincarnation, endless.

Is this small pool the place where all the dead are located? Amu was at a loss.

And just as Amu was staring at the six reincarnation pools, he suddenly felt that the six rays of light instantly skyrocketed, and the light was dazzling. At the same time, an endless suction force made Amu suddenly fall forward, almost falling into the six rays of light.

"Hmm?" Amu was shocked in his heart, hurriedly retracted his gaze, moved his feet, stepped out with nameless footwork, and retreated a few feet.

Those dazzling brilliance lights suddenly dissipated, but Amu felt that his body was shaken and weak, as if countless spiritual power had been drained.

"It's so dangerous!" Amu said secretly, if he hadn't retreated in time, he was afraid that he would have been swallowed up directly by the six reincarnation pools.

Sure enough, step by step, these six reincarnation pools are very weird, it seems that you can't look at it more, otherwise it is easy to fall into it.

In addition to this pool, Amu looked around, in this cave, there was no mirror-like stone wall with black and white light, but antique black stones, and the years of those black stones seemed to be far better than the cave mansion.

And what made Amu feel the most strange was that there were endless human face patterns on the cave wall.

It was a series of embossed faces, each with a different appearance, but all of them were resolute and proud. That kind of breath, even after an unknown number of years, is still released.

It was an absolute heroism and awe-inspiring murderous aura that would never be extinguished.

"Eight hundred comrades are buried in the sea wilderness, how can Yan Liudao return to his hometown?" A gold-like poem appeared on the cave wall.

The words are glorious, like Wuri, floating in this quaint cave, which is thousands of years of unwillingness and helplessness.

Eight hundred comrades?Amu Demon Sense swept over, and it turned out that on the wall of the cave, there were exactly eight hundred faces.

These are the 800 comrades!

For a moment, Amu was a little solemn. Although Amu does not know why these 800 people died. But it was an inexplicable awe, almost from the depths of the soul.

"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. ”

At this time, Amu suddenly remembered the battle songs of those white bone war souls fighting for demons in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm. This war song also resounded in the illusion of the Sansheng Stone, and the singer at that time was out of water.

The battle song was high and made people's blood boil. At this time, looking at the eight hundred faces on the cave wall, it also gave Amu such a feeling.

Eight hundred comrades! The characters who can be carved in this cave are not ordinary monks. Eight hundred comrades were buried in the sea famine, and it must be a great war that made the blood boil.

Is that a battle between the two worlds?

That poem, looping in the void, vividly interprets the unwillingness and helplessness of thousands of years.

And just as Amu was thinking, in the void, several lines of small words appeared.

"The Demon Continent has lasted for 2.13 million years, and the Three Realms are in turmoil, and the rest of the eight hundred Shura are fighting in the sea wilderness. Canghai, Xuantian and other guardians of the Sea Desolate Divine Continent Realm are exhausted. The hatred was sealed, and the dragon saliva fled. Eight hundred comrades are buried here. Yu carries the ghost coffin, desolate, faceless Demon Continent Shura Realm, only to return to the Six Realms! This hatred is endless, after thousands of years, I should be reborn and make a comeback. ”

Those small words, the pen is sharp, a desperate unwillingness and murderous aura, straight through the void, straight through ten thousand years.

Amu had an ancient lamp on his head, and he felt a tremor in his soul.

These two lines of poetry, the small lines of writing and the handwriting of the Ice Crystal Coffin Cave Mansion are by no means written by the same person.

Everything in this cave seems to be even older. It seems that these are supposed to be two caves formed at different times, and the span of time is not known how many thousands of years.

"The Demon Continent has lasted for twenty-one hundred and thirteen thousand years, and the Three Realms are in turmoil!" What kind of space-time concept this is, Amu almost can't imagine. And for those contents, Amu is even more ignorant.

Only the sea and the ghost coffin allow Amu to feel a little familiar breath.

Amu frowned slightly, this was not the first time he had heard these two words. What do these two words that once came from the mouth of Master Wang Jue mean?

Zaijian, the handwriting faded in the void, and two black and white figures suddenly appeared on the opposite wall of Amu.

It was two monks, one black and one white, but the faces were not clear in the images on the walls. I could only see that they were all dressed in robes, one holding an abacus and the other holding an iron chain, and they seemed to be standing in the cave wall.

But the black and white figures around the body were completely restrained by blood-red lights.

"Hmm, Divine Thoughts!" Amu could sense the two divine thoughts projected onto the wall.

The black and white monk is definitely two great powers.

Someone sealed them away, and their thoughts broke through the shackles and projected onto the walls of the cave. It's just that Amu doesn't know when and where these two divine thoughts come from.

Perhaps this divine thought came through tens of thousands of years, or perhaps the black and white monk was sealed behind the cave wall. However, these are long beyond Amu's ability.

Although there is no killing opportunity in this cave for the time being, if Amu acts rashly, he may not recover.

Immediately, the image changes again.

The black and white monk vanished, and a thin monk in a blood-red robe and a shawl appeared.

The monk's face was bloodless, white as paper, but his eyes radiated six rays of brilliance, and the illusion was blurred. He held a blood-colored flask in his hand, and that hand had extremely slender white fingers.

Drinking and singing, the man in red, walking far away, but the place under his feet kept changing, a moment of emptiness, a moment of the earth, a moment of mountains, a moment of the ocean, and even an endless star map appeared under his feet.

That's the real world, and it's too empty. That kind of feeling is that the king that Amu has seen on the Sansheng Stone is a thousand miles away, and everything turns into smoke, which seems to be incomparable.

Whose is that? Whose divine thought is that, which will not be extinguished or extinguished for thousands of years!