Amu didn't know where he was teleported by the domain gate of Dongyang Ancient Temple, and when he finally saw the small town outside the mountain, he was naturally happy.

The town is not big, but when you get to the city, it is quite lively and prosperous. There are indeed a lot of people of all kinds, but there don't seem to be monks here.

There are many mountains in Dongling, and it seems that this small city is also an important town within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Amu casually inquired with someone, and only then did he know that this small city is called "Shanyun".

Thinking back to the map that Ya'er gave him, Amu vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a mortal town in the northern region of Dongling, but he was not impressed. Because compared to the entire Dongling, this small city of mountains and clouds is still too small.

However, this is the northern region of Dongling, it should not be bad, but I don't know how far it is from the Brahma Temple. Amu decided to find a small shop to live in, take a break, and then study it carefully.

Amu felt that his peaceful days might not be for a few days, and he was fully confident that the Liliang who were chasing him had the ability to find him quickly.

I found a small inn in the city, and these inns were all mortal inns. In fact, for monks above the spiritual realm, there is not much difference between staying in a mortal inn and sleeping overnight in a deserted village.

However, Amu must find a mortal inn, and at the same time, he still completely covers up his cultivation, because this is a mortal town after all. If there is a monk's divine consciousness covering himself, even if he looks like a supreme spiritual Buddha cultivator on the outside, then it is too dazzling.

The inside of the small shop is quite neat and clean.

Amu entered the shop and first unfolded the map of Dongling that the crow had prepared for him. After searching for a long time, I found a small dot on a page of map, which was Shanyun City.

Fortunately, Crow'er prepared a mortal map, otherwise Amu might not be completely sure of his location.

It is true that the northern region of Dongling is right, but this place is still 30,000 miles away from Yunpeng Mountain of Brahma Temple. This is a bit unexpected by Amu, it seems that the domain gate of Dongyang Ancient Temple has been damaged, and the deviation is large.

However, one thing that makes Amu happy is that there is not a single sect of cultivation in this area of nearly 10,000 miles. This is an absolutely good thing for Amu.

Amu's current situation is that it is many times safer to wander in a mortal pile than in a place where there are always monks. Amu Xin even wanted to live in this small city for a while longer, firstly, to resume his cultivation, and secondly, to wait for the movement on Dongling.

If the Brahma Temple can really release the news, then with the means of the Blue Devil and the Thousand Flowers Mother-in-law, they must be able to find themselves faster. One of these two people has arrived, as long as it is not a character like the third prince of Ziyou, he can keep himself safe.

Everything in his own needs to be restored urgently, with a long sigh, Amu sat on the bed and meditated, but did not let his breath out.

To the first stage of the Great Perfection of the Spirit, the aura in Amu's body is running, and the Buddha lamp of the Bitter Sea is swaying in the Danhai.

At this time, Amu actually couldn't tell whether he was a Buddhist cultivator or a demon cultivator?

In the Danhai Sea, there are still golden waves, which are incomparably bright. It's just that Amu still feels that in the depths of the Danhai Sea, there is an inexplicable endless darkness surging in Liliang.

Meditating quietly, Amu soon settled down. Because he had already said hello to the store, Amu only said that he was in a hurry and wanted to sleep peacefully today, so no one bothered.

Dusk, sunset, the moon gradually rises. In such a small town, it is natural that the night is quiet.

The moon sets, the sun rises. Sunset, moonrise. Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Amu is in a small shop, acting low-key, and eating three meals a day normally, so naturally no one pays attention to disturb him.

It's another moonlit night. Hundreds of miles away from the small city, two figures came out.

One of the two was a one-armed middle-aged scribe in a green robe, but his temples were already gray.

The other was a white-clothed monk who looked like he was twenty-six or seventeen years old. The white-clothed monk was unusually handsome, and between his eyebrows, he was even a little bewitching, even ordinary women did not have that kind of face. It's just that his face is so pale, almost bloodless, and his complexion is even colder.

Wenqu Xingjun Wen Muran of the Taihuang Gate, and the grandson of the Emperor of the Taihuang Dynasty is Xiaoxiu. If Amu saw the two of them at this time, then I am afraid that they could not be described as shocked.

It was only three days since he saw the essence of plum blossoms, and Amu used the domain gate of Dongyang Ancient Temple to escape almost half of Dongling.

However, it is incredible that Xiao Luo and Wen Muran have already arrived hundreds of miles away from this small city in such a short period of time.

"Childe, are you sure that Amu is within a radius of hundreds of miles!" Wen Muran seems to have been exhausted over the years, as evidenced by the green frost on his temples.

"Yes, sir, my perception will never be wrong, except for Amu, no one can have such a strange aura, like a demon but not a demon, like an immortal but not an immortal. Moreover, the aura of the plum blossom mist that Wu'er left on him has always been there, presumably he didn't find it himself!" Xiao Luo sneered, "I thought I could escape with the domain gate." ”

Then, Xiao Luo frowned again and said, "However, this Amu is really strange. The domain gate of Dongyang Temple leads directly to Brahma Temple, why did he settle in this barren mountain and wilderness? After so many years, with his qualifications, he must have been a soul-scattering monk a long time ago, and it is not difficult to contact his shili!"

Wen Muran heard it and said with a faint smile: "Naturally, there is something wrong with the domain gate of the Dongyang Ancient Temple, didn't you and I also be teleported tens of thousands of miles away, and then by mistake, you sensed a little bit of Amu's breath." According to what Wu'er said, Amu turned out to be only a beginner-level Great Perfection of soul cultivation. Isn't that weirder?"

"Concealment of cultivation is a common thing for monks, but it is incredible that Wu'er can escape from Amu's hands!" Xiao Luo said.

"The world is impermanent. For so many years, Amu has not heard from him, maybe something has happened!" Wen Muran's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hmm!" Xiao Luo nodded, "When I find him, I'll know as soon as I try it!As long as he doesn't reach the Wind Tribulation Realm, even if he uses the Demon Coffin, I'm not afraid!"

As they spoke, they disappeared into the night at the same time, and when they reappeared, they were already in the void of the small city. In fact, the two of them had been looking for tens of thousands of miles for three whole days, and only then did they lock Amu's location.

At this time, Amu, who was sitting peacefully in the small shop, suddenly felt his heart move.

It was an amazing feeling. The bitter sea Buddha lamp in the Danhai was slightly shocked. Amu frowned, it was only three days, and everything came almost too quickly. Amu knew that the person looking for him had arrived.

This time, Amu did not hesitate at all, and directly recited the mantra.

"Eight bitter seals, open!" The sword mark at the center of Zaijian's eyebrows, which had faded, disappeared in an instant.

In Amu's Danhai, there are even more clusters of black fog surging, but it is very haode with the bitter sea Buddha lamp in everything, and the black fog is actually with Phnom Penh.

The surging soul power filled the entire Danhai.

The symbiosis of Buddha and demons, the black flame rising from Amu's green clothes also has a golden brilliance, and at the same time, with a shake of one hand, the black rattan is already in his hand.

With a teleportation, Amu went directly out of the small shop and stood in the void of the small city. At this time, Amu has no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it, there is only a battle.

In the void, Wen Muran and Xiao Luo stood a hundred feet apart from Amu, far away. This distance is already negligible for monks above the soul realm.

"Sure enough, it's the two, it's been a long time!" Amu looked at Wen Muran and Xiao Luo and sneered.

In fact, Yi Mu expected the essence of plum blossoms to transmit the news back to the Taihuang Gate, so the one who had something to do with the Taihuang Gate and was most likely to chase after him was the Demon Cultivator Xiao Luo. Because, only Xiao Luo is the most sure to deal with himself.

It's just that the movements of the two of them are faster than Amu thought of.

Moreover, at this time, Wen Muran's cultivation was still a mid-level Great Perfection of Scattered Souls, but Xiao Luo's cultivation was completely invisible. If Amu is not mistaken, at the time of the Great War of the Immortal Ghost Sect, Xiao Luo's cultivation was a high-level consummation of soul cultivation. I haven't seen it for twenty years, and this depression has at least reached the level of the high level of soul dispersion?

This is even faster than the cultivation speed of the Plum Blossom Essence! Are these people all crazy about the same cultivation? Twenty years, from the high-level Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation to at least the high-level Great Perfection of Soul Dispersion, this is something that Amu could never dream of.

But that's what happened.

"It's been a long time!" Wen Muran smiled at Amu.

"You're from Dongyang Ancient Temple?" Amu asked with a frown.

"Hehe!" Wen Muran smiled coldly, "Do you think that if you leave, there will be nothing to do in Dongyang Temple? It's a pity that we arrived a little earlier than Brahma Temple." ”

Amu raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "How is Dongyang Ancient Temple?"

"It's not good! It's just that there is no Dongyang Ancient Temple on the East Ridge, and there are few disciples who can escape to talk to!" Wen Muran said lightly.

Amu's cheeks were tense, his eyes were black and red, and he looked at Wen Muran. He knew that Wen Muran didn't need to lie to him, the Brahma Temple was slow, and the Dongyang Ancient Temple could not escape the fate of being destroyed.

"It's too wild, Amu will definitely double it back one day!" Amu held the black rattan arm, trembling slightly.

"Many people on the sea wilderness say that you are dead, but I didn't expect you to have been hiding in Dongling, for so many years, it is really not easy to avoid at least the detection of the Scattered Soul level!" Wen Muran continued.

Amu smiled coldly: "Mr. Wen has won the award! It's only been 20 years, on the other hand, Mr. Wen actually revived the Taihuang and boiled his temples white, he really did his best! No wonder the Taihuang Gate dared to be so rampant? ”

"Twenty years?" When Wen Muran and Xiao Luo heard Amu's words, they didn't explain why they weren't afraid of Brahma Temple and Purple Hidden City, but couldn't help but glance at each other, and a hint of strange color flashed in their eyes.

"Amu, have you been in Dongling for the past twenty years?" Wen Muran's eyes were strange, and he looked at Amu Dao with great meaning.

"Twenty years, right in Dongling! What can you do?

Listening to Amu's answer, Wen Muran and Xiao Luo both frowned, as if they had something incomprehensible.