Nothing was said all night. On the second day, on the North Cold Tongtian Peak, people moved like a tide. Yesterday, the three factions of the spiritual realm had already caused a sensation in the entire Northern Wilderness.

The woman of the Eastern Family, the Demon Cultivator of the Northern Han Sect, the fall of the Spirit Realm Cultivator, and the admission of defeat by the Heavenly Desolate Sect were all enough to shock the Northern Desolate Monk.

Therefore, there are more monks from the Northern Wilderness who came today than there were yesterday's monks, and there are even many monks from the Northern Wilderness who just arrived last night. Today is the highest-level competition of the three factions, and it can be said that this battle directly determines the pattern of the Northern Wilderness in the future. How could a monk who could come miss such a good situation.

His Royal Highness Beihan, the bluestone square has already been repaired. Yesterday, Amu and Dongfang Huan Zuihou fought, the three giant pillars were damaged, and last night the disciples of the Qianyun Cave of the Northern Han Sect renovated it overnight, and now it is as good as ever.

The bluestone square is even more glorious as a mirror.

The monks of the Northern Wilderness who watched the earth-shattering battle yesterday were all amazed. The main cultivator of the Thousand Cloud Cave of the Northern Han Sect, but he didn't expect the technique to be so wonderful. In such a short period of time, the magic circle of this Great Highness of the Northern Han was repaired.

At this time, the three factions are done according to their positions.

Li Xue of Jiangxue Pavilion was in the main direction, with low morale and lifelessness. The loss of five Spirit Realm cultivators yesterday, plus the departed Dongfang Huan, is not a small loss.

Today, there is no one in the Snow Pavilion. Lord Li Xue only looked at how the Heavenly Desolate Sect acted, and then made a decision.

The direction of the Heavenly Desolate Gate was surprisingly quiet, nothing had changed from yesterday, and no new monks had appeared. The black robes still give people a cold and oppressive feeling.

On the side of the Northern Han Sect, the morale of the relative leaders was high, and they swept away the malaise of three days ago. Each peak and each vein, although the cultivation is far inferior to the other two factions, but each is full of spirit and spirit.

At this time, Amu stood in front of the Northern Han Sect, glanced at the situation in the field, and then greeted Bai Yifeng and landed directly in the field.

"Today, it's a battle between the three factions! In the Xiabei Han Sect Amu, dare to ask who will compete in Jiangxue Pavilion and Tianhuangmen!" Amu Lang said. He spoke directly and without the slightest nonsense.

The master of Jiangxue Pavilion Li Xue shook his head and said lightly: "There is no one in Jiangxue Pavilion, wait and watch the Daoists of the two factions of the Heavenly Desolation and the Northern Han show their magical powers!"

Lord Li Xue deserves to be the leader of a faction, although he experienced yesterday's fiasco, he still maintains the momentum that the lord of a pavilion should have today.

Tianhuang Gate Murong Huang had already expected Li Xuezhu's answer, and couldn't help sneering slightly.

"Tianhuang Gate, there is a monk who has ended!" Murong Huang said unhurriedly.

Then, Zaijian Murong Huang took out a golden spirit talisman from his bosom and handed it to the black-clothed monk under the seat. The blackfriar took it, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Murong Huang didn't say how to deal with today's battle last night, so when he saw the spirit rune at this time, the black-clothed monk was also confused. But he didn't ask much, poured spiritual power, and sacrificed directly into the air.

A circle of light spread out on the "brush" ground, and a small summoning teleportation circle actually appeared in the void. As soon as the summoning teleportation circle came out, the entire Northern Wilderness monks continued the feeling of yesterday, and there was another uproar.

Many new monks didn't expect that as soon as they appeared today, the Heavenly Desolate Gate would actually sacrifice a summoning teleportation method

Although this summoning teleportation circle is small, it only says how many characters he teleports at a time, not the distance. I don't know how far this distance is, but maybe it's possible to cross domains.

Moreover, as soon as this magic circle came out, no monks appeared immediately, which means that the distance of the summoning is extremely far, and most of them are directly summoned from the Heavenly Desolate Gate in the western part of the Northern Wilderness.

The monks in the entire Northern Wilderness are looking forward to using such a magic circle, and the summoned characters should definitely be the best masters. At this time, even Amu frowned slightly.

It seems that last night, Murong Huang must have made relatively adequate preparations.

Zaijian's teleportation circle in the void fluctuated. Immediately, an extremely powerful aura emanated, and then a thin black-robed man with a fairy sword on his back stepped out.

As soon as this thin black-robed man with an immortal sword on his back came out of the magic circle, the entire Northern Han Sect's Tongtian Peak suddenly stagnated. An inexplicable murderous aura instantly permeated the entire Northern Cold Sect's Tongtian Peak.

In the void, several rays of brilliance appeared one after another, and the colors were blurred.

Almost all the Northern Han monks were taken aback, it was the sevenfold protection that the Northern Han Great Array automatically activated. You must know that the last time the sevenfold protection of the Northern Cold Great Array was opened, it was the big battle forty years ago.

"Soul Realm Cultivator!" The cultivation of this black-robed man with the Immortal Sword on his back is actually a Soul Realm, otherwise he would never be able to trigger the Great Array of the Northern Han Protector Sect. When did the Heavenly Desolate Sect have such a Soul Realm cultivator, this was by no means the few Spiritual Saint High-level Great Perfections that the Heavenly Desolate Sect could attack the Soul Realm.

Bai Yifeng's heart suddenly tightened, he and Amu had a little talk about today's battle last night, but the monks who appeared in the soul realm still exceeded the expectations of the two of them.

Zaijian's black-robed man was only middle-aged, but his expression was extremely indifferent, just like a stone carving. The body is straight, like a spear and a sword.

As soon as this black-robed man appeared, this momentum was enough to shock the audience.

"Soul Cultivation Intermediate Rank!" Master Li Xue of Jiangxue Pavilion was the only person who could see the cultivation of this black-robed monk except for Ah Mu, and he couldn't help but gasp.

When did the Heavenly Desolate Sect have soul cultivators? Since there were such monks, why did they have to participate in the Great Contest of the Three Sects? This is meaningless at all.

Heavenly Desolate Gate, what is this for? Overnight, why do you still use spirit runes to summon at this time?

"A mid-level killer of soul cultivation!" Amu was reborn and reincarnated, and the most sensitive thing was murderous aura. The murderous aura on this black-robed person is extremely heavy, and most of them are killers in the cultivation world.

The killer of the middle level of soul cultivation is really incredible.

Unexpectedly, the monk of the Heavenly Desolate Sect really had a soul realm, and Amu also raised his eyebrows, and the soul cultivator in front of him always gave him an extremely strange feeling.

This weirdness is not because of the murderous aura of this black-robed man, but the overall feeling.

This feeling is very strange, this black-robed person seems to be different from the real soul cultivators like the Nine Elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect and the Floating Soul Sect at the beginning, but it is definitely not the soul body of the black-clothed Painstaking Soul and Mr. Wen of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm

What kind of state of soul realm is this? Amu's eyes narrowed slightly, but he couldn't see through it.

"Can you kill this soul cultivator by yourself?" Amu couldn't help but think of the task that the black-clothed painstaking son gave him.

Zaijian's black-robed man suddenly knelt down on one knee at Murong Huang, but said expressionlessly: "Qing Kui see the young master!

The action of kneeling on one knee, the self-title of "subordinate", even Amu changed his face slightly.

Even if Murong Huang was the young master of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, a soul-level monk should be an absolute ancestor-level existence in the Heavenly Desolate Gate, and he would not make such a big salute in front of Murong Huang at all, let alone claim to be a subordinate.

A soul-cultivating powerhouse actually claimed to be a subordinate to this mortal Murong Huang, you must know that in the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture, that is, within the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Desolation, the soul-cultivating level cultivators are also absolute masters, not a cultivator who grabs a handful.

What kind of character is this Murong Huang, and what kind of capital does he have to control such a soul-level powerhouse. In Yimu's thoughts, even Dongfang Huan of the Oriental family definitely does not have such energy.

What interests Amu the most now is not the soul-level monk on the field, but the Murong Huang who is strategizing and seems to be in control.

This Murong Huang and Demon Cultivator Xiao Luo are exactly the same, they are twin brothers, and they are not so similar. Those two people are a pure mirror image, which Amu couldn't understand.

At this time, listening to Murong Huang, he said lightly to the black-robed man: "Qingkui is exempt from courtesy! The three factions of the Northern Wilderness are in a big competition, and there are many heroes! The Demon Cultivation Skills of the Northern Han Sect are outstanding, so I called you to come to the competition today to show the power of my Heavenly Desolation!"

Murong Huang's words were not leaky, and the black-robed man who claimed to be Qingkui listened to it, without any superfluous expression, just nodded slightly, and responded to the "subordinates obey the order", then stood up and walked towards Amu.

"Heavenly Desolate Sect Monk Qing Kui, ask Your Excellency to fight!" The black-robed Qing Kui was still expressionless, as if nothing could make him feel the slightest emotion.

However, the strong murderous aura emanating from this Qingkui made the monks who were watching the battle feel heavily oppressed. It's almost a killing machine.

At this time, those who can watch from afar must be cultivators above the middle level, otherwise they can't stand the breath of this Qingkui at all.

Amu and Qingkui were only a few feet apart, and that feeling was even stronger. At this time, Amu's Ten Thousand Demons Immortal Recipe had already been cast, otherwise as long as Qingkui's soul pressure came out, Amu would only be captured.

In the face of the soul realm, Amu can only be calm and calm on the surface.

"What a Heavenly Desolate Gate!" Amu looked at Qing Kui, and then at Murong Huang, who was calm and even a little absent-minded at this time.

At this time, Amu felt that Murong Huang seemed to be playing another huge game of chess, and everything seemed to be in the layout. It was this mid-level Qing Kui who cultivated souls, and it seemed that he was just a chess piece that Murong Huang had at his fingertips.

It seems that the careful sentence of the black-clothed painstaking man Murong Huang is definitely not in vain.

However, at this time, Amu couldn't think too much, everything had to be solved first, and then he could talk about the middle level of soul cultivation in front of him.

"Please!" Amu flipped with one hand, and the black rattan emitted a cloud of black gas, which was already in his hand.

According to Amu's expectations, the Qing Kui in front of him should not have the combat power of the Immortal Ghost Sect Floating Soul Son, after all, this Qing Kui in the realm is also slightly lower.

However, as long as they are soul realm cultivators, even if they are only at the beginning level of soul cultivation, they all have the ability to put Amu to death.

Therefore, Amu would never dare to hold it up, knowing that with his own realm, as long as a flash was caught by a soul realm monk, he would die without a place to be buried.

As soon as the black rattan of the magic treasure came out, the demonic intent around Amu's body rose. The power of the demon spirit spread all over his body, and a faint black qi was like a flame, lingering on Amu's white robe.

It's a very eerie picture.

At this time, Amu and yesterday against Dongfang Huan were like two people, and everyone could feel the improvement of Amu's combat power and the same strong murderous aura, and at the same time, the feeling of being oppressed by Qingkui was also slightly alleviated.

Northern Cold Demon Cultivator, all the Northern Wilderness Cultivators outside the field were shocked in their hearts.

This may be Amu's real strength!