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Chapter 1089 Amu pays homage to the ghost war

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    Time is ruthless, regardless of love and hate.  The starting point of the Three Realms and the end of floating dust.  More than half of the scarecrows on the green field have scattered.  Only the silver scarecrow has not yet been destroyed.  The seal from back then is dissipating little by little.  The originally meandering stream has now turned into a long river, with still rapid currents and huge waves.  The black water, the river of forgetfulness, and the floating dust are still making their final flow.  The great river in the three realms has no beginning and no end!  Within the Three Realms, almost no one knows their true nature.  In fact, they are not flows at all, but time.  Only time, without beginning or end, travels through the three realms.  "It's just that the time in the three realms forms a circle and never passes.  When Amu stepped into the stream, he actually stepped into endless time. Otherwise, how could he see so many reincarnations in the past between black and white?  The starting point is the end.  Here, there is no longer peace and tranquility.  Because there is only the last day left in the Three Realms.  The two suns on Tianzhou have already crossed each other, and then moved away from each other.  Therefore, to be precise, there is only half a day left in the Three Realms.  When the sun sets, the world will reincarnate or live forever.  It depends on the pros and cons of the roulette wheel. Which one is the winner determines how the three realms come and go.  After tens of thousands of years, everything has finally come to the last moment. ?? Black water, forgetful river, floating dust, and huge waves surge into the sky at the same time.  However, most of the three realms of Haihuang, Shura and Wuliang are silent.  Because, among all living beings, most are ordinary.  Not every living being knows that he has had a brush with death, and not every living being knows that he has stood on the edge of destruction or eternal life.  Actually, sometimes it feels good not to know everything.  On the sea wasteland, there is a white-clothed cultivator who is worrying about cultivating immortal roots; in Shura, there is a pair of water calamity monks fighting for a spiritual coin; in Tianzhou, there are also three souls who are still cultivating immortals and becoming mortals.  hesitated.  How interesting!  This world may be about to change.  However, many people are kept in the dark.  They are immersed in their own little world and do not care about life and death in the three realms.  This is really good.  A life may have been happy one second before death.  That¡¯s a blessing!  Because there has never been any pain.  Sometimes, the immortals in the three realms are really not as good as being like an ant, ignorant of love, hatred, pain, joy and sorrow. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? That is the mission of the Immortal!  That¡¯s what countless people who have suffered the calamity should bear.  In many corners of the Three Realms, there are monks looking up into the void.  Because they can more or less feel the abnormalities in the Three Realms.  In Tiannan, the ancestor of the Qing family was silent.  On the Tianmu Grassland, several powerful spirits from the Eternal Realm could only look up to the sky and sigh.  In the north, a second soul that has not yet fully recovered is floating on Qingcheng Mountain.  The fighting in the Shura world seems to have slowed down.  "Broken Xuantian Pavilion, all the immortals are still there.  Shenlong Gan Tianqing frowned.  Mo Wuhen and Bai Wuming stood on the top of a mountain in Shura.  Ye Xingbai stood on top of the ink turtle.  In the Shura world, the half-white and half-black sun is turning completely white.  Haihuang Shenzhou is relatively the calmest.  Because what the monk Haihuang can perceive is too little.  At this time, Ming Zun had long hair and black clothes, with a cold expression.  He is walking towards the Infinite Holy Mountain step by step.  But on the top of Wuliang Mountain, the Buddha's shadow has long since dissipated.  The ghost king in red is lying high in front of the hut, acting wild and uninhibited.  One is on his way and the other is waiting.  The two great sages will meet in tens of millions of years.  The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.  Amu was dressed in green clothes and stood above the sea of ??clouds.  The vision is far away, and there is no sorrow or joy.  The blackbird is on the shoulder, silent and silent.  Next to Amu was Shen Yan.  The purple clothes are full of curls, and the figure is tall.  On this day, Shen Yan did not wear the face of the Supreme Ghost and God.  A world-famous face, unparalleled elegance.  Because she wants to stand beside her lover as a woman.  On the top of the holy mountain, there are still cultivators.  This is the last half day.  Mo Lang, Huan Hua, Leng Yu, Murong Haiqing, and of course Qing Mozi and Xing Fei.  At this time, Amu looked at Tianzhou in the distance, and his eyes could reflect the figure of Ming Zun walking towards Wuliang Mountain step by step.  Amu knew that the final moment had begun.  He is also about to set off.  Turning around, Amu knelt on the ground facing Mo Lang, Huan Hua, and Leng Yu.  Mo Lang and Huan Hua raised their eyebrows at the same time.  Leng Yu let out a long sigh.  "Master, aunt, uncle, Amu, farewell! Amu will never forget the kindness of this life for the rest of his life!" This greeting brought mixed emotions.?Full of emotions.  The three people could only nodded slightly.  Because everything that needs to be said in three days has already been said.  Amu insisted, no one else was needed.  Amu only took Ya'er and Qingbai Guang with him, and then he and Shen Yan traveled to Tianzhou alone.  Because, in the end, the advantage of numbers no longer determines everything.  "Amu" "My son" "Take care!" Several people could only make up a few words.  Amu smiled, then stood up and took Shen Yan's hand.  Shen Yan looked at Amu and smiled sweetly.  No matter life or death, she is willing to be together.  "Blue and white light, follow me!" Amu said.  Qing Mo and Xing Fei nodded and followed closely.  Amu glanced at the Holy Mountain, and then looked in the direction of the Sea of ??Bitterness.  At that moment, the sea of ??suffering surged, and there was sound in the dream.  That's the sound of the piano, seeing you off.  On Li Meng Island, Yun San looked haggard and raised his hand to play the piano.  "Amu, may the three realms live forever, may you come back!" Yun San forced a smile and whispered silently.  "Take care!" Amuyao said the word "take it easy" to the sea of ??suffering.  He knew that Yun San would definitely hear it.  Then, Amu turned around and didn't look back, holding Shen Yan's hand and heading straight to Tianzhou Wuliang. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Infinitely sacred, with gray-white mountains.  This time, Ming Zun did not go straight down from the Tianshan Mountains, but passed through the Wuliang Mountains and walked step by step towards the top of the Wuliang Mountains.  At this time, the two days are gradually moving forward, each in the east and west.  Above the sky, there is already a faint mysterious light.  Three days in the sky will be the end.  Ming Zun¡¯s expression is calm and solemn.  In the distance, he had seen the Ghost Lord lying high in front of the hut, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.  "Ming Zun, I'll be waiting for you!" Gui Zun smiled.  "I would rather have a beauty than a kingdom!" Ming Zun looked at Gui Zun with cold eyes, "It is said in the three realms that Gui Zun indulged in drinking and was free and unrestrained. When I saw it today, it turned out to be true!" "Hahaha" Gui Zun smiled and stood up.  He started, "If you are not romantic and happy in the three worlds, what's the point of living?" "You gave the spirit of the earth coffin to Amu?" Ming Zun said.  "I said, that's what I left to the descendants of Canghai!" Ghost Lord said in a deep voice.  "Ghost Lord, Wuliang Mountain cannot stop me! I will give you one last chance to help me reincarnate. Otherwise, you will not be reborn!" Ming Lord's voice was calm and cold.  "Hahaha" Ghost Lord looked at Ming Lord suddenly unfurling his sleeves, and a red wine glass appeared in his hand, "Ming Lord, I have lived a happy life, but I have only one regret. What are you going to do again?" "What regrets do you have?" Ming Lord  Zun asked.  "Thousands of years ago, I couldn't fight you! Hahaha" Ghost Lord's laughter echoed.  Ming Zun's face suddenly turned cold. He knew that there was only one battle.  In an instant, the Ghost Lord had already moved.  Ghost Lord's hands were like Ming Lord's hands, slender and pale.  The hand holding the wine cup suddenly shook.  ??A red light, thousands of drunkenness, spread instantly.  But, that is not wine, but thousands of red blood souls, like a rain of blood.  That is the technique of Ghost Lord.  Infinite mountains, endless fairy.  However, once the Ghost Lord¡¯s technique came out.  Blood souls filled the sky, and the entire void of Wuliang Mountain seemed to be stained with blood.  Struggling, it seems that they are all souls.  The blood soaring to the sky makes people almost forget that this is the Infinite Sacred Mountain.  Jiejiejiejiejiejiejie Look at the Ghost Lord stepping down from the sky and heading straight towards the Ming Lord.  The sleeves of the big red robe are like a red cloud.  The reason why ghosts are respected as ghosts is because their magic techniques are strange and their will is invincible.  The wine glass in Ghost Lord¡¯s hand flew out directly.  Blood soul and wine cup seem simple.  However, this technique of Ghost Lord is enough to destroy the ninth level of Eternal Realm.  You know, the Ghost Lord from thousands of years ago is completely intact.  ?????????????????????????????????????????.  At this moment, even though the Ghost Lord does not have a coffin in his hands, its power cannot be underestimated.  Ming Zun is among them, so he naturally understands.  Those blood souls, I don¡¯t know where the ghost master came from in the three realms.  Each blood soul has the power of devouring it.  The blood soul flew in, like a long river falling from the sky.  At that moment, Ming Zun felt that all the Ming Qi in his body was leaking out.  Those blood souls are like bloodthirsty beasts.  In an instant, black mist rose from Ming Zun¡¯s body.  The body protection of the netherworld is transformed from the earth coffin.  The bloody soul met the black fog of Ming Zun's body, but just a little meal, struggling to dissipate.  There are absolutely very few people in the Three Realms who can break through the underground coffin-level defense.  However, Guizun¡¯s wine glass suddenly penetrated through the black mist, like an arrow.  "Huh?" Ming Zun couldn't help but frown.  Immediately, with a thought in his mind, a purple light shot out from the center of his eyebrows.¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡That purple light was a light from the sky coffin, and the Ghost Lord's wine glass shattered in response.  After all, that wine glass is not a nine-coffin level magic weapon.  The corners of Ming Zun's mouth curled up, how could the power of the sky coffin be any different?  In an instant, the seal in Ming Zun's hand changed.  A wheel of cause and effect appeared directly under his feet.  The black and white light spreads in circles, spreading like a tide across Wuliang Mountain.  At the same time, Ming Zun's slender and pale hand stretched out directly.  That move is exactly the same as when fighting against the innocent child.  The Ming Lord will also devour everything that belongs to the Ghost Lord.  But, Ghost Lord is not an innocent child.  Ming Zun's hands actually condensed the power of thousands of sages. Otherwise, how could he penetrate the head of the innocent child in one go?  The Ghost Lord's body retreated sharply, just like a child before.  However, behind the Ghost Lord is the Infinite Holy Mountain.  "Ghost Lord, don't resist stubbornly! You should have listened to my call!" Ming Lord shouted in a deep voice.  The roulette wheel keeps spinning, and Ming Zun's body is moving rapidly.  However, the ghost master curved his mouth and formed a seal in his hand.  In an instant, a high mountain rose up and towered over Ming Zun.  That is not an ordinary mountain peak, but a mountain among the immeasurable mountains.  If that mountain falls in the wilderness of Shura Sea, one mountain can turn into thousands of great mountains.  ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:????? And under the Ghost Lord¡¯s spell, not just an immeasurable mountain rises, but all the mountains move together, with thousands of peaks like a forest.  The Ghost Lord took the opportunity to retreat and hide behind him.  The magic is immeasurable, and it is definitely a magic that defies the heavens.  (To be continued)
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