On the Falling Cloud Cliff, Amu is only ten zhang away from Mei Ling Peak. Mei Lingfeng's face was pale, and blood was oozing from his mouth, nose and eyes, which was extremely terrifying, and Amu was still approaching step by step.

"Don't hurt my son!" At this time, Mei Lingfeng's complexion changed suddenly, and the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear in his hand turned into a silver ray dozens of zhang long, and flew out, heading straight for Amu.

Beginner-level top-level soul treasure, blessed by a mid-level spiritual monk, is it ordinary? If it hits Amu this time, it will be the protection of all treasures, and I am afraid that Amu will also die.

But the moment Mei Wangnan made his move, Bai Yifeng also directly sacrificed the ancestor jade pendant, and wherever the jade pendant went, the snowflakes were bursting, and the auspicious rui was abnormal, and he stubbornly suppressed the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear on the periphery, so that it could not advance a bit.

At this time, Amu had immediately arrived in front of Mei Lingfeng, and the black rattan pierced straight ahead. Amu was going to pierce his skull and turn him into a dried corpse.

And at this moment, a strange laugh suddenly came from the void, and the laughter seemed to come from the Nine Hells, which made people chill and shudder.

"Demon Cultivator, see how I accept you!" Immediately, a cloud of black mist fell from the sky, almost enveloping the entire Falling Cloud Cliff.

"Hmm, what a heavy ghost!" Ah Mu's eyebrows straightened, and the eerie ghost aura in the black mist penetrated through Ah Mu's body, and the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet and the Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Immortal Recipe were useless.

Suddenly, a big hand poked out of the black mist, skinny, like a huge chicken claw, with endless coercion, almost shattering the sky, and went straight to Amu's black rattan to grab it.

At this time, the black rattan surrounded three feet of light, and it was pointing towards Mei Lingfeng, but the big hand was not afraid at all, and directly broke through the black mang, wanting to seize the black rattan empty-handed.

Amu's face changed, this is the first time that such a scene has been, you must know that Han Qianli, who was at the beginning of the Spirit Saint Rank, couldn't touch the black rattan if he wanted to.

"Who is so bold? What kind of cultivation is this? Dare to directly grab the black rattan!"

But how can anyone get their hands on the black rattan, at this time, without the need for Amu Imperial Control, he directly extracted the power of demon cultivation, like an oolong raising his head, and went straight to the big hand.

And the big hand did not retreat, but advanced, coming towards the black rattan, and at the same time, the other big hand came out of the black mist and grabbed Amu.

The Qiankun Ruyi bracelet could not be blocked in the slightest, and the big hand directly broke through the purple mang.

"Hmm!" Amu was shocked, and his mind moved, and the mysterious black wood in the Danhai quickly came out and hung directly on top of Amu's head, and the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet was directly forced back by Amu's left arm.

In an instant, the vicissitudes of eternity penetrated the heavens and the earth, and it was a trace of liliang from the ancient times!

"Huh?" Liliang of the black wood made the big hand pause, and the black mist in the sky dissipated directly as soon as it approached the black wood. The huge palm, as close to the black wood, shrank rapidly.

And the black rattan also shook its tail, "pop-" There was a loud bang in the void, and it hit another big hand.

"Hmph!" I only heard a cold snort in the black mist, and then those big hands rolled back like ocean waves.

The black rattan went in again, and pumped towards the black mist, but it was silent and invisible, and as soon as the black mist dispersed, it was actually empty.

"Boom!" only heard the black fog dissipate from the source, and there was a sneer.

Suddenly, not far away, the black fog suddenly appeared, and he actually went straight to Lishui and the others.

At this time, Lishui was protected by Tieyun, Ziyun and the Four Immortals of Beihan, but he didn't expect this black mist to appear all at once.

Two of the four immortals of the Northern Han hurriedly made a move, but they only heard two screams of "ah-" and "poof-". These two were hit at the same time, and the black fog flashed, and the two of them were already involved in the black fog, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

"Spirit Saint Monk?" The Spirit Realm Monk on Bai Yifeng's side was taken aback, Spirit Saint Monk, who could stop him?

Tie Yun and Ziyun's cultivation had no chance to stop it at all, and the big hand grabbed directly at the unconscious Lishui.

"What a ghost!" At the last moment, a loud cry came out in the void, and this sound was like a thunderbolt, making the black fog a slight pause.

Zaijian's cyan figure suddenly manifested in front of Lishui's body, and there was a seal in his hand, and a cyan ice sword pierced through the big hand.

"Spirit Saint Intermediate Rank!" The voice of the black mist was slightly startled, and then retreated sharply, but the cyan ice sword was directly submerged by the black mist.

"Chizo Majin!"

The monk in Tsing Yi looked no more than middle-aged, his eyes were like torches, his face was as white as jade, his expression was restrained, and a wisp of ink hair was scattered in his front heart. The whole person, with an outstanding bearing, and a scholarly aura, diffusely spread, and this temperament seems to be a little incompatible with the entire Northern Han Sect.

This person is the head of the Tianzang Peak that has always been called the retreat practice, the real person Li Qianzang.

Qianzang Zhenren was actually a middle-level spiritual saint monk, one level higher than Han Qianli, which made the people of Beihan extremely shocked.

Who said that the first vein of Tianzang is at the bottom of the eight veins, and there is this first seat, which should be the first of the eight veins. No one expected Li Qianzang's cultivation to be so profound.

At this time, a Spirit Saint mid-level monk appeared, and he could almost directly decide the battle situation! As soon as Qianzang Zhenren appeared, Bai Yifeng's army was greatly shocked.

"Where is the ghost, hurting my Beihan disciple?" Qianzang Zhenren's expression was cold, and with one hand, the Tianzang Falling Divine Bow from the water turned into a divine light, which was already in his hand.

In addition to Han Qianli, there is actually a Spirit Saint head in Beihan, which is really surprising!" A piercing voice came from the black mist, "Hand over Amu, plus this kid!"

The man in the black mist was extremely arrogant, and he didn't seem to take Qianzang Zhenren in his eyes.

"A spirit saint high rank, is it invincible? Look at my arrow!" Qianzang Zhenren is not nonsense, the Tianzang Falling Divine Bow is radiant, and this Heavenly Hidden Divine Bow is in the hands of Qianzang Zhenren, and the power exerted can be thousands of times better than that of water

Bow out!

The Heavenly Hidden Divine Arrow is like a divine dragon that breaks the sky, and the endless divine rays are like a comet, crossing the sky.

"Good arrow!" the figure in the black mist couldn't help but praise.

At the same time, I saw that the black mist suddenly rushed out of a simple white bone ghost face shield. The ghost-faced green face and fangs, the bloody mouth is violently open, eerie and terrifying, lifelike. The whole shield looks like a ghost from hell!

As soon as this shield came out, Qianzang Zhenren raised his eyebrows: "White Bone Ghost Shield!"

When the Spirit Realm monks heard this, their faces changed greatly.

"What? The Black Water Narcissus Ghost Sect of the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Desolation! The master of the Immortal Ghost Sect, how did he return to the Northern Han Sect? Is it just for Amu? If the Immortal Ghost Sect destroys the Northern Han, it can be said that it will be effortless!" everyone's thoughts were surging, and they were shocked.

Zaijian hid the arrow that day on top of the white bone ghost shield that was in the middle of it.

"Boom-"

The two soul treasures that were both blessed by the Spirit Saint Monk collided, and their power was comparable to that of the Soul Realm.

For a while, the air flow was like a storm, and countless Northern Han disciples were directly killed in an instant! Even many Spirit Realm cultivators also dodged backwards one after another.

Under the entire Luoyun Cliff, they were razed to the ground, and the life and death platform that was detained by Han Qianli with great mana was all shattered, and the Luoyun Cliff, which was known as the injure of all things, was full of cracks.

At the same time that Qianzang Zhenren released the Heavenly Treasure Falling Divine Arrow, Amu's black rattan went to Mei Ling Peak again.

This fang must be killed, and there is no way to stop Amu.

At this time, Mei Lingfeng was already out of his soul, and he knew that no one could save him! But he didn't have the courage to blow himself up like Elder Han.

He also has the resistance to do zuihou.

I saw that with a sudden shake of his hand, the ancient flute flew out, mixed with the sound of whining and flute, and at the same time, Mei Lingfeng slapped the storage bag, and directly flew out of a spirit rune, the spirit rune was brilliant and brilliant, and it was by no means ordinary.

"Soul Breaker!" Mei Lingfeng shouted loudly, but his body retreated sharply!

This Soul Breaking Soul Suppression Talisman is an extremely rare talisman, which cannot be refined by a non-Spirit Saint high level, and its power is even better than the Soul Destroying Silver Thunder that Bai Yifeng gave to Amu, and it is extremely domineering.

This talisman is Mei Lingfeng's means! Mei Lingfeng doesn't want to be able to kill Amu, he only wants to be able to block Amu for a moment with his Blue Jade Ancient Flute and Soul Breaking Soul Talisman, so that he can get out. At this time, he was like a lost dog.

But Mei Lingfeng is still too idealistic!

I saw that the blue jade ancient flute and the Soul Breaking Soul Talisman came straight to Amu, but Amu didn't dodge or dodge. The Desolate Demon Sutra was still echoing, and Amu had black wood on his head, holding a rattan in his hand, and met it directly.

Strange things have happened!

The blue jade ancient flute and the Soul Breaking Soul Talisman were both the treasures of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, but as soon as they approached the scope of the mysterious black wood, the Soul Breaking Soul Talisman that was originally glorious was instantly dimmed and then turned into wisps of black smoke. And the blue jade ancient flute, close to the black wood, is also gloomy, and it was actually moved by Amu's mind and directly put into the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet.

"Ah!" Amu's black wood is actually such an anti-heaven thing, Mei Lingfeng's face is like earth, how can he be a little dashing?

"Die!" Amu wanted to avenge Ziyu, and the black flame of anger burned again.

The black rattan turned into a line of light, and "snort-" directly pierced through Mei Lingfeng's eyebrows and flew out from the back of his head. But Amu didn't let Mei Lingfeng die immediately, there was still a trace of anger.

As soon as Amu stepped in, he directly grabbed Mei Lingfeng's front heart.

"Life is better than death!" Amu's eyes continued to glow with blood, and his demonic sense turned into countless sharp blades and flew into Mei Lingfeng's mind. He wants to strangle slowly, which is almost equivalent to Ling Chi in his divine sense.

"Ahh

The people on Mei Wangnan's side watched Amu do it, but no one could save him. These were all stared at by the people on Bai Yifeng's side.

Mei Wangnan's eyes were blood-red, and the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear danced like a wheel, but he still couldn't break through Bai Yifeng, who suppressed him with the ancestor jade pendant.

"No return!" When Mei Lingfeng's divine consciousness was all cut off by the roots, Amu's Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Immortal Recipe operated, and the Dao Dao Demonic Qi surrounded Mei Lingfeng.

A once personable, jade-tree ethereal spirit man turned into a terrifying dried corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye in Amu's hands.

"Give it back to you!" Amu lifted the dried corpse and smashed it directly at Mei Wangnan. Amu's methods can be described as ruthless and cruel.

Even many of their own monks were also shuddering, but thinking of Mei Lingfeng's sneak attack on Amu and the tragic death of Ziyu, everyone felt that his death was innocent. At this time, either you die or I die!

"Feng'er————" Mei Wangnan slammed Bai Yifeng away and hugged Mei Lingfeng's corpse, but where could he still see Mei Lingfeng's appearance, it was just a dried corpse, wrapped in a wide purple robe.

"It's forgivable to do sins in the sky, but you can't live for your own sins! Mei Wangnan, you can repent!" Bai Yifeng didn't take the opportunity to attack Mei Wangnan, but just said this lightly.

"Give back my son's life!" Mei Wangnan's hands trembled, his hair stood on end, and he looked at Amu from afar, his eyes were as green as a dragon, and his hatred soared to the sky.

But Amu stood from afar, with a sneer on his face, looking at Mei Wangnan without the slightest fear.

"Good demon cultivator, take your life!" At this moment, an old voice echoed in the void.

An unrivaled coercion came from the sky, and this coercion even covered the might of the people of the Immortal Ghost Sect fighting with the real people of Qianzang.

"Senior Brother Yang, don't be impatient!" When this old voice sounded, there were two more sky-high coercion on Tongtian Peak.

"Boom-" In the void, someone palmed each other, like a rolling thunderbolt.

It seemed as if the heavens and the earth were about to crack, and the waves of air like the tide of the sea spread again.

It is a pity that on the peak of Tongtian, except for the falling cloud cliff that has not fallen, the land boundaries within a radius of more than ten miles on the left and right are all razed to the ground. Flying petrified smoke, ancient trees dissipated, and everything was destroyed.

At this time, in the center of the Falling Cloud Cliff, only six figures stood in the middle, and the others were all scattered dozens of miles away.

Among them, the black fog ghost shadow holding the white bone ghost shield and the Qianzang real person holding the Tianzang Falling God Bow stood opposite each other, at this time, the black fog was not as thick as Fang Cai, and the face of the Qianzang real person was even more pale.

There is a level difference between the two, and Qianzang Zhenren has only released more than a dozen arrows in a row, but he can't treat each other well?

On the other side of the black fog ghost was a tall white-haired old man dressed in an earthy yellow cloth robe, while standing on one side with Chizo Zhenren were two old men in black and white cloth robes.

The other one who was still standing in the middle of the field was Amu with a black wood on his head and a rattan in his hand.

The three old men who came later were none other than them. It is the ancestor of the three major escapist cultivators of the Northern Han Sect, and he is also the highest existing cultivator of the Northern Han Sect. Everything in the Northern Han Sect finally forced them to get out of the customs.

The three major retreat masters of the Northern Han Sect gathered, and many spiritual realm cultivators were shocked. It seems that everything today will definitely change the fate of the Northern Han Sect in the future.

"The two junior brothers Zhang and Zhou can't bear the loneliness anymore!" The white-haired old man in the earthy yellow cloth robe spoke first, the old man in the cloth was restrained and restrained, and there was no coercion at all, but standing there was like being one with heaven and earth, unfathomable.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Yang, Spirit Saint High Rank Great Perfection! Step into the soul, why do you have to wade into this troubled water?" It was the white-robed old man who spoke, and as soon as he heard this voice, Amu knew that this was the one who guarded the Beihan Patriarch Hall.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what do you mean by muddy waters? I will clear the civil strife for Beihan and kill the demon cultivators, why not?" Master Yang said lightly.

"Hmph, Senior Brother Yang, not only has his cultivation increased greatly, but his cheeky kung fu is also very powerful! Clear up the civil strife? I ask you who he is? How to pass my Northern Cold Great Array?" Saying this, Master Zhang pointed at the black mist ghost shadow with his hand, "Although my Northern Cold Sect is a small sect of the Sea Wilderness, it is not the turn of the people of the Immortal Ghost Sect to come here to spread wild!"

"Boom!" the black mist ghost and shadow monster laughed, "The two Spirit Saints are mid-level Great Perfection, it's a bit interesting! I'm only here for Na Amu, if the two of you offer Amu, I'll turn around and leave." As for the other kid, don't do it!" It seems that in the face of the two Supreme Soul Intermediate Rank Great Perfections, he also felt trouble.

"Hehe!" Master Zhang sneered and said, "I'm not arrogant! That Amu is my Northern Han honored guest, and even my Northern Han Patriarch's spiritual position has to give him three points, how can I take it away with you? With my Northern Han Sect alive, you can't succeed!"

Beihan distinguished guest, that is, my Beihan Patriarch Spiritual Throne has to give three points to him! Hearing this ancestor's words, everyone in the Beihan Sect couldn't help but gasp.

"Hmph, the Northern Han Sect, do you want a piece of the pie? I'm afraid that Amu is involved in enough for you to destroy the Northern Han Sect a hundred times!" the Black Mist Ghost sneered.

"Although my sect is small, it has its own morality! If you can't destroy the sect, what does it have to do with you? Even if all my Northern Han Sect is destroyed, I will also fight!" Zhang Shizu was arrogant and did not let go at all, and then glanced at Mei Wangnan and the others and Yang Shizu, "Senior Brother Yang, do you really want to be in cahoots with them? Now when you turn around, there is still a chance! Otherwise, it will be too late to regret it, and the sin will fall through the ages!"

“haha!” When Master Yang heard this, he looked up to the sky, "Becoming a king and defeating a king, how can you talk about merit and crime? A demon cultivator, how can I be so worthy of Beihan? It's ridiculous to be pedantic, I think the Northern Han Sect also needs to change blood, and it should be in charge of Wangnan!"

"Good!" Zhang Shizu laughed angrily and glanced at Zhou Shizu, and then said in a deep voice, "Qianzang, Yifeng! All the rebels today, not one is left, it is better to destroy the foundation of the Northern Han than to slip through the net!"

Qianzang Zhenren and Bai Yifeng's bodies were shocked, but they hurriedly replied at the same time: "Respect the decree of Uncle Zunshi!"

"Amu, you quickly retreat to the north of the Northern Cold! Through the black fog, it is mysterious and unpredictable, or you can save your life!" The ancestor suddenly secretly transmitted a message to Amu, "We have no chance of winning this battle!

Amu was shocked in his heart, but Master Zhang transmitted the voice again: "Their target is you, everything will be easy for you to go!

After speaking, without waiting for Amu to answer, the two ancestors of Zhang and Zhou shouted at the same time: "Kill!" The two of them rushed towards the Yang ancestor.

The Spirit Saint High Rank Great Perfection is one step into the soul, and Zhang Zhou and the two are just Spirit Saint Intermediate Level Great Perfection, and the gap between this can never be crossed. Therefore, the two of them fought against him, and they had a slight chance of winning.

And Qianzang Zhenren held the Heavenly Hidden Falling God Bow and faced the black fog ghost again. He had already received a message from Uncle Zhang, so he could temporarily hold back the figure of the Immortal Ghost Sect. It is almost impossible to let Qianzang real people cross the level and kill, and the spirit saint crosses the level.

Soldier against soldier, general against general!

For a while, no one came to kill Amu. At least Mei Wangnan's level with a high cultivation has to be at the level of Mei Wangnan before he dares to step forward, and if the cultivation is low, he sees Amu's methods, who will come to die.

This is an even more fierce bloody battle than the other side!

Amu glanced around, and there were monks falling.

"To go or not to go!" Amu struggled briefly.

That Master Zhang was right, since everything was because of himself, the immortal ghost sects of the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Northern Han had all come here. Then he is their target, the civil strife in Beihan has been going on for a long time, but he is also the fuse.

If you leave by yourself, you may be able to attract strong enemies, and then the danger of the northern cold will be solved.

Thinking of this, Amu glanced at Bai Yifeng, Han Bingyi and the others who were fighting fiercely, and then looked at the purple jade on the Tianxuan flying saucer guarded in the distance and the unconscious Lishui.

Gritting his teeth, Amu rose against the wind and went straight to the north of the northern cold.