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Although the white-haired hunchbacked old man's eyes were sharp, he didn't bother with anything more. "Sea Desolate Monk, do you know about the ordinary Three Realms and Sixth Levels?" the white-haired old man shifted the topic to his cultivation.

"The three realms of cultivation, spirit, and soul, the six levels of primary cultivation, fixed cultivation, supreme spirit, spirit saint, soul cultivation, and soul scattering!" replied.

"Not bad!" the white-haired old man nodded slightly.

At this time, the woman in green clothes came out of the back room, just carrying a purple lantern. Without saying a word, he stood beside the white-haired old man.

"But the immortal road is long, how can there be an end? The white-haired old man sighed, "If you want to pass through the immortal road, there must be layers of tribulation! Above the three realms, there is the realm of tribulation!"

If Amu wants to take painstaking cultivation as the realm, he must also know the existence of the tribulation realm. It's just that when he was in the Northern Han Sect, he was just a monk who fixed the cultivation of the high-level Great Perfection. I'm afraid it's too early to talk about the catastrophe.

"Dare to ask the seniors, what is the tribulation realm?"

At this time, the voice of the resentful spirits outside the store had long been suppressed by the mad monk, and the small store was basically uninfected. has to meet a master, Amu is unwilling to miss the opportunity.

"Water Tribulation Realm, Fire Tribulation Realm, Wind Tribulation Realm, Yin and Yang Tribulation Realm, and Shattered Sky Tribulation Realm. The tribulation of the three calamities of water, fire and wind, and then entering the sea of yin and yang, and being subject to the reincarnation fire, can break the sky and turn into immortals, which is for the tribulation realm!"

Although because of the limitations of cultivation, Amu couldn't understand everything, and could only imagine it out of thin air, but he listened quietly and refused to miss a word.

The woman in green clothes looked at the white-haired hunchbacked old man with a slight frown, as if she didn't want him to say anything.

Amu wanted to ask again, but he heard the white-haired hunchbacked old man smile coldly:

"The Spirit Saint Intermediate Great Perfection, although it is not bad, but there are still 108,000 miles away from the Tribulation Realm. I don't know how many monks I have killed in the Soul One Realm! Your road is still far away, and it is useless to ask too much!"

"Grandpa!" the woman in green robe whispered, as if to remind something.

The white-haired hunchbacked old man shook his head and asked Amu again, "Where are you from?"

"Northland Liuzhen!" Amu replied simply, without the slightest hesitation. Because Amu secretly felt in his heart that the white-haired hunchbacked old man in front of him must have known about the big battle forty years ago.

"Oh?" Sure enough, when he heard Liuzhen in the northern country, the white-haired hunchbacked old man looked a little strange, "The people of Liuzhen are not ...... Are they all dead?"

At this time, the woman in Tsing Yi looked at Amu with complicated eyes.

"The younger generation went up the mountain to practice and escaped a catastrophe!" Amu looked gloomy.

The white-haired hunchbacked old man didn't say anything, and was silent for a long time before he looked at Amu and said slowly: "You are here for the old and the young in Liuzhen?"

"That's the younger master's and little sister!" Amu also looked at the white-haired hunchbacked old man.

"Huh?" A strange look flashed in the eyes of the white-haired hunchbacked old man, but it disappeared in an instant. Amu didn't see much of it.

"Dare to ask my predecessors if you know the details of the Battle of the Allure of Baicheng forty years ago?"

Hearing Amu's question, the corners of the white-haired hunchbacked old man's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

"Alive!" said the white-haired hunchbacked old man slowly.

"Thank you, senior!" Amu finally fell to the ground with a stone in his heart, although he believed that Master and Yu'er must be alive, but from the mouth of this white-haired hunchbacked old man, it was a completely different feeling.

"Do you know where they are now?" Amu was a little anxious, waiting for the white-haired hunchbacked old man's next words.

"Forty years ago, there was a war here, which involved a wide range of people, and there was a great power above the soul realm! I can only say that they must be alive, as for the specific whereabouts of your master and sister-in-law, go to the black water in the west!"

After speaking, the white-haired hunchbacked old man's eyes were slightly closed, as if he didn't want to think about the events of the year again.

"Sure enough, it's the black water of the West!" Amu said secretly in his heart, and at the same time he still had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask again. Because the white-haired hunchbacked old man in front of him must be a peerless powerhouse, which made Amu feel a faint uneasiness in his heart.

At this time, suddenly the mad monk at the door finished reciting the scriptures, and there was a loud roar, like King Kong being furious, and a thunderbolt shook the sky.

"Ahh

There were terrible sounds outside the store, one after another, and countless unjust souls instantly turned into smoke. There are also countless unjust souls, as if they were inspired by some kind of inspiration, and rushed to the small shop.

The purple light of the wine curtain seemed to be unable to withstand the stormy aura of the underworld, and it instantly dimmed.

When the woman in Tsing Yi in the room heard this, she rushed to the side of the mad monk, and then shook her hand, and the purple lantern in her hand flew out directly.

The purple lantern hung in the void like a purple moon. The purple mangs were in full bloom, the shop was empty, and the countless resentful spirits that rushed to the small shop turned into green smoke in an instant.

The offensive like a tide collapsed in an instant.

Midnight had passed, the sound had thinned, and the wraiths had faded away. It's just that the heavy snow is falling tightly.

"Alas!" the mad monk sighed, and the Buddha light around him dissipated, "Little girl, why help me?

It turns out that those who turn into green smoke under the scriptures of the mad monk are reincarnated, and those who dissipate under the purple mangs are wiped out.

Tsing Yi Wu'er just smiled faintly, knowing that the necessary homework for each night was over, he waved to withdraw the purple lantern and retreated to the back room. It's just that before again, she looked at Amu with some inexplicable meaning.

"Ahem!" The mad monk actually coughed twice, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, it seems that the chanting of Fang Cai is definitely not a simple matter, and the difficulty of making the Scattered Soul Intermediate Great Perfection overflow blood can be imagined.

"Crazy monk, what's the trouble?" Over the years, the white-haired hunchbacked old man was a little annoyed, and his tone was somewhat disdainful at this time, "You clearly know that this ghost town ghost is not an ordinary ghost, but has the power of the netherworld. I don't think you can last a few more years if you go on like this. Your ambition for 7749 years is just a joke! Even if you send those resentful spirits to death, will you still be able to melt the ice and snow within 100 miles?"

"Hehe!" The mad monk didn't care, grabbed the wine jug on Amu's table, just poured it violently, and then wiped his mouth casually, it seems that this night of injury, this crazy monk has long been used to it. This bitter wine is a very healing medicine.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" the mad monk laughed, "Besides, if I don't go to hell, how can you get out of hell!"

Amu frowned and listened, only feeling that the words of this crazy monk had a deep meaning.

The white-haired hunchbacked old man sneered, stopped talking, sat back at the counter, and began to wipe the copper wine jug with a white rag.

"The monk of Liuzhen?" the mad monk turned around and looked at Amu with a smirk.

"Junior, meet Master Tianxiu!" Amu bowed. This ceremony, Amu is sincere, he respects the mad monk's great wish for 7749 years.

"What kind of day is off? Lao Qu is just a crazy monk!" the mad monk laughed at himself, and then looked at Amu Dao seriously, "This is going to the black water in the west, the road is dangerous, you and I are destined, I will give you this thing! ”

As he spoke, the mad monk withdrew the string of ancient wooden Buddhist beads in his hand and handed it to Amu.

"Master?" Amu was stunned, he didn't expect to meet for the first time, and he only spoke two sentences. The mad monk didn't even ask his name, but actually gave him a Buddha treasure, and seemed to expect that he would go to Heishui.

Although Ah Mu couldn't see the depth of the Buddha beads, how could the things on the body of the Soul Scattering Intermediate Great Perfection Monk be bad?

"Take it! This thing can turn into demonic qi! It will work for you!" said the mad monk as if so.

can turn the devil into two qi, Amu's heart moved. Only then did he take the ancient wood rosary.

"Thank you, Master!" Amu saluted again.

"Hmph!" Seeing that the mad monk gave Amu a rosary, the white-haired hunchbacked old man snorted coldly.

"Old friend, give a pot of 'Seven Star Bitter Dew'!" the mad monk turned a deaf ear to the cold snort of the white-haired hunchbacked old man.

The white-haired hunchbacked old man frowned, seemingly dissatisfied.

"Don't be so stingy, you must know that the Immortal Ghost Sect is not a good place to go, otherwise how would you open a store here?" there was something in the mad monk's words, but Amu didn't know what he meant.

The white-haired hunchbacked old man looked at the mad monk coldly, raised his eyebrows, and then threw the copper wine pot in his hand violently.

"If you have a life, you will fall by yourself!"

As soon as the words came out, the copper wine jug had already flown straight towards Amu. I don't know how long this copper wine pot has been rubbed by the white-haired hunchback old man, it is clear and bright, and it is eye-catching.

As soon as the copper kettle came out, a wave of heaven and earth yuan power surged, and Amu suddenly felt that the air was stagnant, and he was completely imprisoned in an instant, like a nightmare

"Huh?" the mad monk frowned inadvertently, turned to one side, blocked in front of Amu, and reached out with one hand, grabbing the wine jug first.

In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that had just surged collapsed. The white-haired old man looked at the mad monk and Amu coldly, but didn't say anything more.

"Thank you!" the mad monk was not polite, and drank all the wine in the Amu wine jug in one gulp, and then poured a full pot of wine from the copper wine jug.

For a while, the wine in the small shop was fragrant, and the wine in this copper pot was by no means comparable to the wine that Amu had just drunk.

"This is called 'Seven Star Bitter Dew', which can be called immortal brew, comparable to the best elixir! One drop can turn this bitter wine into ten vats. The mad monk pointed to the empty cup on Amu's table, and then said, "You are seriously injured, and you can be healed with three drops!

The mad monk's words are as serious as those of his elders for many years.

Amu didn't say anything, just took the wine jug, put it in the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet, and then worshiped the crazy monk. Amu is a man of great gratitude, and what the mad monk did tonight, he remembers it in his heart.

"Go!" the mad monk waved his hand, then threw the copper kettle in his hand to the white-haired hunchbacked old man, walked straight to his original table, and continued to drink and eat meat.

Amu hesitated for a moment, and at the same time glanced at the white-haired hunchbacked old man.

The mad monk saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but shout: "Don't go quickly!"

Amu raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, gave a salute to the white-haired hunchbacked old man and the crazy monk, and withdrew from the shop.

At this time, the wind and snow were thick outside, and Amu's back was actually full of cold sweat at this time.