The gods and Buddhas suppress demons, and the three coffins are in the world.

On a nameless island, black, white, and red. Yun San, Amu, sat cross-legged, each controlling the coffin. Within the Three Realms, it is not easy for three coffins to appear together.

It is rare for two coffin controllers to work together. In fact, such a situation has not happened for thousands of years.

The Nine Coffins are silent, and the Three Realms are silent. However, this silence is being broken.

Under the light of the gods and Buddhas, the remnants of the coffin were approaching the demon coffin little by little. It's just that the process is quite slow, as if there is an endless force blocking it.

Thousands of powers, condensed in one point. Yun San, Amu, calm your mind, and control it with all your might. On the magic coffin, there is also a lot of brilliance. The rotation of the three coffins is just like a small world.

The whole process lasted more than an hour.

The moon is full on the sea, and a round hangs in the sky.

Bang -

Inside the sinkhole, there was a muffled sound. The power of the wheel is like rippling water. Finally, the last piece of wood fell completely in the last gap.

After thousands of years, it has finally returned to its place.

The black light flowed, and the forbidden picture on the demon coffin suddenly brightened. At that moment, the demonic spirit was high, if it weren't for the double coffins of gods and Buddhas to suppress it, the little demon coffin would probably go straight to Xiaohan.

Although there were still remnants of repair, Amu could already feel the power of the demon coffin, which was almost complete.

That's just one step away, and it's a complete coffin!

Originally, in the corner of the demon coffin, the black gas that had been floating endlessly had disappeared at this time. The Tao is black, like water and light flowing. At that moment, Amu felt that he was Danhai, unusually fulfilled.

A surging force seems to have originated at the bottom of the Danhai Sea.

Amu is carrying two immortal roots. One is the magic coffin, and the other is the Buddha lamp of the bitter sea. If the magic coffin is complete, it is naturally a fairy root complete. That signifies. Amu took another step towards the realm of the original immortals.

"Amu, close the coffin!" Yun San snorted softly.

Amu nodded, and the two of them closed the coffin almost at the same time.

Whew-Whew-

Red and white. The coffin flew back to the heart of Amu's eyebrows. Buddha coffin, hanging under Yunsan's neck. Magic coffin. Inside the heavenly pit, it was quietly suspended.

Collect each other's techniques, Amu only then saw it. Yun San's forehead actually saw a slight sweat.

"Huh?" Amu couldn't help frowning. It seems that the remnant wood demon coffin is one, consuming the great immortal power of Yun San. It's just that. I turned out to be fine.

But. Amu figured it out in an instant.

The gods and Buddhas suppress demons and repair the demon coffin is actually equivalent to helping Amu repair the immortal root. The demon coffin is reset, and Amu's strength is equal to improving, and he is naturally fine.

In fact, not only is he unharmed, but Amu's realm has gone further.

"Yun San, hard work!" Amu got up. The past gently lifted up the clouds and dispersed.

"It's not hard!" Yun San smiled. For the people you love, how hard is it?

And then. Yun San made a one-handed move, first retracting the white jade immortal gourd.

"You put the demon coffin away! However, remember not to fight the enemy for the time being, otherwise all the work will be wasted!"

"Don't worry, I understand!" Amu nodded, and then with a thought, the demon coffin entered the sea.

The magic coffin enters the sea, and the fairy power is endless.

At that moment, Amu suddenly felt that his realm seemed to be able to be promoted to the original immortal at any time. Amu seems to have seen the endless ocean.

The Sea of Primordial Immortals! That should be the Danhai that you only have after being promoted to Primordial Immortal. It's just that there is still a hazy mist at this time, but it is a feeling that is close to the eyes.

"How is it? Isn't it, seeing the Sea of Primordial Immortals?" Yun San looked at Amu Dao.

"Hmm! hazy mist, within reach!" Amu nodded.

"That's good!" Yun San smiled, "The realm of the original immortal, for you, is just around the corner! If you ascend to the original immortal, you have passed the most important bottleneck!"

"Hmm!" Amu nodded again, "Thank you, Yunsan!"

Yun San smiled faintly and did not speak. Although she knew that Amu was genuinely grateful, she still didn't like it.

At this time, on the periphery of the island, there was still an enchantment spread by clouds. Yun Scattered looked up at the moon in the void.

The moon is hanging in the middle of the sky.

Yun San's eyes were slightly complicated, silent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Amu, let's spend the night on this island tonight!"

"Okay!" Amu nodded and smiled.

Those who overhaul can be caves everywhere. The isolated island of the bitter sea is naturally nothing to Yunshuang and Amu. If they want to, they can make it look new right away.

It's just that overnight, there is no need for this.

The clouds dispersed, smiled softly, and took a few steps towards the shore.

On the shore of the island, he picked up a rather large reef, and Yun Sanshan stood quietly on it. At that moment, Amu suddenly felt that the clouds were scattered, and he seemed to be a little depressed, so he also silently followed the clouds and stood beside him.

The moonlight is shining and the waves are lapping. It was definitely a quiet night for Kuhai.

Yunsan raised his head, letting the sea breeze in the night blow his long hair. The Buddha Maiden of Paradise is naturally beautiful, and it is a holy beauty, a beauty that cannot be blasphemed.

At the center of the eyebrows, a seal of the Buddha lotus. Under the neck, the Buddha coffin pendant is faintly scattered with white light.

Nine coffins get one, but the town of three realms.

However, the peerless Buddha coffin hung quietly under the neck of Yun San. What a luxury ornament is that?

The green clothes are like blue, and the fragrant skin is like snow.

At that moment, it was not that Yunsan needed a Buddha coffin, but that the Buddha coffin set off Yunsan. Amu looked at Yun Scatter with a sideways face, and couldn't help but feel a little infatuated.

At the same time, Amu's mind turned. Yun Scattered and Green Soul should actually be two completely different people.

The Green Soul Patriarch is naturally beautiful.

However, 10,000 years ago, there was too much killing and too much recklessness in the eyes of the green soul. That's definitely a woman who won't regress lightly, let alone be conquered.

She's too egoistic.

The clouds are scattered, but also beautiful. But, more often than not, the clouds are gentle. It is a kind of enlightened gentleness, bottomless, as wide as the sea.

Unless, you move her most important thing. Otherwise, she wouldn't kill lightly.

"Those are two different people!" thought Amu.

"Amu!" At this time, Yun San looked at the bright moon in the sky. Suddenly the ghost called.

"Well, I'm here!" Amu replied.

"This round of moonsetting is the eighth day!" the words of Yun Disperse were somewhat ethereal. It's even a little boring.

"Oh?" Amu frowned slightly. Because, he also didn't understand the meaning of Yun San's words.

"Count the moon, and you will cherish the years!" Hehe!" Yun San turned his head and looked at Amu, and then a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, "Amu, the sun rises in the east." You're leaving!"

"Huh?" Amu was slightly stunned. Because, he didn't plan to leave right away.

"The eight afflictions have been completed, and the seal has been removed. Yunsan smiled faintly. "The repair of the magic coffin is only one step away. The purpose for which you have come to Promised Land has been accomplished. What else is needed?"

"Huh?" Hearing what Yun San said, Amu couldn't help but be speechless for a while. Because. That's true. He has come to the promised land, and it can be regarded as complete. However, Amu always felt that he still had unfinished business.

"Yun San, tell me the truth of those two hundred years!" Amu looked at Yun San.

"I don't know the truth. Yun San shook his head and smiled, "Your so-called truth no longer has any effect on you. Even, it doesn't make any sense. ”

"Why. You won't say that?" Amu frowned.

"Come and go, a dream!" the long hair of the clouds flew up. His eyes shone slightly, "What's more, flowers are no longer flowers, and dreams are no longer dreams." Amu, if you want. I'll play another song for you tonight!"

"Huh?" Amu frowned. At that moment, Yun San's heart seemed to be filled with endless sadness. Amu could feel that there were tears in Yun San's heart.

Guanghua showed, a guqin, now scattered in front of the clouds.

That piano is antique, and under the moonlight, there is light flowing secretly.

At that moment, Amu's heart suddenly shook. Because, that is the guqin that Amu saw in the real mountain array.

The clouds are scattered, kneeling cross-legged on the reef, and the tenderness in his eyes is infinite.

"Jun Moyu, listen to me stroke the qin!" Yun San smiled, but in that smile, there seemed to be infinite loneliness.

Ten fingers caresse, the sound of the piano flows. Endless lingering, endless grievances. Ten thousand feet of red dust, no regrets. Ethereal as a light dream, fierce as killing.

A few infatuations, a few long-cherished wishes, that song, seems to be the end of the Three Realms for thousands of years.

At that moment, Amu, looking at the clouds, was silent. At that moment, in Amu's heart, there should be turbulent waves. At that moment, Amu should have understood a lot.

Because, that is the song he heard in the Qingshan Great Array.

"Jun Moyu, listen to me stroke the qin!" Yunsan's voice was faint, like a self-complaint, like a dream. Gently, floating above the island of the bitter sea.

"What is false? What is true? Life and death are eternal, the bitter sea and the moon wheel can be according to the heart of the concubine. In the six dreams, my soul accompanies the soul of the king. Don't ask how much love you have in your previous life, I just hope that you will have no hatred in this life!"

"A song in the sea, I can't ask for it. From Dream Island, break the red dust-"

In the eyes of Yun San, there was a sad smile. Green dress with long hair, dancing with the sea breeze. Above the entire sea of suffering, there seems to be the sound of the piano and the sound of singing.

At that moment, Amu was a little distracted. At this time, the moon of the bitter sea gradually sank in the west. I don't know when, the clouds have dispersed, and I got up with the guqin in my arms.

However, the sound of the harp and the singing are endless. Amu, looking at the clouds, frowned slightly.

"Those two hundred years, is it true?"

Yun San smiled, but shook his head.

"Illusion is born from the heart!"

Then, Yun San looked at Amu and Xia Fei's cheeks.

"Amu, can you ...... Hug me?" Yun San's eyes were full of expectation.

"Good!" Amu nodded. At that moment, he really felt, as it should be. There is no reason to refuse, and I don't want to say no.

Light soothing ape arms, beautiful women into their arms.

Faint fragrance, like a dream.

However, Amu's eyes are unusually clear.

Yun dispersed, and gently leaned on Amu's shoulder and gently closed his eyes. The Buddha of Paradise is enjoying the only moment of the hundreds of billions of years.

Under the long eyelashes, a tear fell on Amu's shoulder.

How many tears are in the sea, but it's a pity that I can't ask for it forever!

At this moment, the moonlight is hidden in the sea. In the east, the sun is rising.

The Eight Sufferings are consummated, and that will be the eighth sun of the Paradise World that Amu sees!

At this time, on that small island, there was a fairy aura, and the appearance was changing. (To be continued......)

PS: One more chapter first, before 12 o'clock, there is another chapter. The last stage of the end of the two-day period, sorry, the update time is unstable. Fortunately, next week, it will be a holiday. Mountains and rivers will try their best to keep the updated time down steadily, so as not to waste everyone's time. In the end, Chinese football finally solved it once, and tears ran away! Unfortunately, I didn't see it!