"Huh?" Xiao Luo was stunned.

It's just that Amu's dagger is too dazzling. The cyan cold glow, even against the background of Amu's demonic purple glow and the red glow of Xiao Luo's demon teeth, is extremely dazzling.

Neither Xiao Luo nor Wen Muran had ever seen Amu's magic weapon, and when the dagger flew in the Great War of the Immortal Ghost Sect, the two of them had already fled. There are too many magic weapons on Amu's body.

"Click-boom-" There was a loud bang.

Xiao Luo's heart was shocked, although the two magic weapons that he wanted to hit were both flying back upside down. But his magic teeth were actually cut off by the cyan dagger.

What kind of magic weapon is that, which can actually break the remnants of the Demon Venerable?

"Hmm!" Amu snorted, it was obvious that Fang Cai's force of the shock had injured him.

However, Amu took advantage of the respite of this blow, and the forbidden map was completed. The dagger was retracted, and it was about to flee in an instant.

"Hmph!" Xiao Luo snorted coldly, he didn't give Amu another chance.

At this time, Xiao Luo had already begun to doubt Amu's true cultivation, or Amu really just avoided it for twenty years, and his cultivation did not benefit at all.

"Forbidden!" Xiao Luo snorted softly, and a white skull mark appeared directly at the center of his eyebrows.

Demon Head!

As soon as this skull mark came out, although it was not the main body, the endless demonic qi dispersed, and the entire void was about to collapse. That skull is definitely the ultimate treasure of demons.

"Hmm!" Amu couldn't move in an instant, even the ten thousand demon bells couldn't stop the imprisoning power of this demon head.

The head of the devil, the coercion covers everything.

"Looks like you're not going to use your magic treasures. It's really strange!" Xiao Luo sneered, and a strange flush appeared on his face again.

"Ahem, ahem!" Xiao Luo suddenly coughed a few times.

However, both he and Wen Muran, including Amu, are extremely familiar with this cough.

As soon as he reached out, Xiao Luo went straight to Amu this time to catch him. The endless calamity power is dispersed, and unless a miracle occurs at this time, Amu can only be captured.

But a miracle happened.

At the moment when Xiao Luo was about to catch Amu, under the shadow of the moon, a purple dress suddenly appeared.

The purple clothes were like ghosts, directly blocking in front of Amu. At the same time, the purple figure waved his hand, and a calamity force that was more powerful than Xiao Luo dispersed.

"Boom-"

Xiao Luo retreated sharply, and at the same time, the shadow of the skull at the center of his eyebrows spread out, protecting himself, before he could dissolve the force. Wen Muran even teleported out directly, so that he was not injured by the aftermath.

Zaijian, a purple-clothed hunter, with white hair flying, a woman with a ghost mask, like a god, standing in the void.

"Shen Yan!" Xiao Luo and Wen Muran's faces changed suddenly.

They never thought that at this moment, Shen Yan would suddenly appear here.

Shen Yan, a cultivator of the Yin and Yang Tribulation Upper Realm! Above the sea wilderness, he is almost an invincible existence.

"Shen Yan?" Amu looked at the purple-clothed woman who suddenly appeared and saved him, but he was stunned.

Because, he didn't know anything about Shen Yan at all. In the dream of Mengjia Village, Amu once felt that he had lost a lot of memories. But when Amu woke up from the dream of the Seven Tribulations, Amu's memory had already recovered somewhat, and when Amu cultivated the root of the Buddha and the Buddha lamp of the bitter sea shone brightly, Amu thought that there were no blind spots in his memory.

All the memories have been integrated by Amu. But in that smooth and seamless memory, there is no smoke.

The woman in purple in front of her, Amu is really unfamiliar. It's just Zuihou of the Seven Tribulations Floating Dream, Amu remembers that there was a woman in purple who killed Yu'er in Mengjia Village.

However, the Dream of the Seven Tribulations is a dream after all!

Who is this purple-clothed woman with extremely high cultivation?weishenme came back to save herself?Amu was a little dazed.

However, Amu instinctively felt that this woman in purple must have a lot to do with him.

"I haven't seen it for two hundred and twenty years. Wen Muran, Xiao Luo, it's been a long time! Xiao Luo, the upper realm of the Water Tribulation? Your cultivation speed can be called against the sky!" Shen Yan's realm is still the same, the white hair is still the same, his voice is a little ghostly, and his tone is a little ghostly.

"Two hundred and twenty years?" Amu's head buzzed when he heard the words "two hundred and twenty years", and he was shocked beyond measure.

Twenty years, two hundred and twenty years? Amu almost thought he had misheard.

Amu suddenly understood the strange eyes of the Plum Blossom Essence and Xiao Luo and the others, and also understood that their cultivation was so fast, and Weishenme Xiao Luo emphasized that his cultivation was unreal.

Two hundred and twenty years have passed, it turns out that two hundred and twenty years have passed since the Great War of the Immortal Ghost Sect!

But he has only been in Dongling for 20 years, and Ya'er will not lie to himself.

What's going on? 200 years, 20 years, where did you go, when did you spend those 200 years?

Amu looked at Shen Yan, Xiao Luo and the others blankly, but this was not the time to ask.

Shen Yan appeared, and Xiao Luo and Wen Muran couldn't help but glance at each other. Back then, they all saw the battle of the Immortal Ghost Sect with their own eyes. As the witnesses of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm back then, they knew better than others the friendship between Shen Yan and Amu between life and death.

"It's been a long time!" Wen Muran looked at Shen Yan, but his body was standing behind Xiao Luo's side, because he knew that if Xiao Luo hadn't been in front, Shen Yan would have taken his life easily.

At this time, there is Xiao Luo, and the two of them can only flee for their lives, and it is absolutely impossible to chase and kill Amu again. Shen Yan's cultivation is the best in the sea wilderness, in order to help Amu back then, he once promoted his cultivation to the ninth level of true immortals, which is the strength that can kill everything in seconds. Unless it is a Xuan Immortal like the Third Prince of Purple Shadow City, who can restrain Shen Yan?

"Two hundred years and twenty years, the years have passed, and the world has been turned upside down! A hundred years ago, the ghost saint of the Western Black Water Narcissus Ghost Sect was killed by the Purple Ghost City, and now the Immortal Ghost Sect exists in name only, and its strength has been greatly reduced, and it can no longer be counted as the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Wilderness! I heard that after the Great War of the Immortal Ghost Sect, you disappeared. Could it be that for two hundred years and twenty years, you have been looking for Amu Bucheng?" Wen Muran wanted to use the matter of the Immortal Ghost Sect to mess with Shen Yan's heart.

"What if there is?" Shen Yan's tone was indifferent, and the corners of his clothes were slightly bulging, "I said back then, even the Ghost Venerable would forgive me, I resigned as the sect master of the Immortal Ghost Sect back then, compared to him, the Immortal Ghost Sect is nothing." ”

"Huh?" "I'd rather have a beauty than a country!" "Compared to him, the Immortal Ghost Sect is nothing. ”

Amu listened to these words, and his heart was shocked.

At the same time, like a sword stabbing in his mind, there was a sudden sharp pain, and his heart was also stuffy, this feeling had only appeared in the dream of Mengjia Village.

Who the hell is this Shen Yan? She said something like that? Amu had a splitting headache, but gritted his teeth and insisted.

Indeed, two hundred years ago, Amu disappeared inexplicably, and Shen Yan left the black water, and his footprints almost covered the entire boundary of the Sea Desolate Divine State. The black water in the west, the northern wilderness in the north, the cloud desert in the south, the Qingyuan in the middle earth, and Shen Yan have all been searched, but there is no news of Amu.

On the sea wilderness, many people even thought that Amu was dead. However, Shen Yan knew that Amu would not die, because the drop of soul blood at the center of her eyebrows was still there.

However, even if Shen Yan was a powerhouse of the Yin and Yang Tribulation Realm, with the help of Amu's soul blood, he had not found Amu for more than two hundred years.

Shen Yan also came to Dongling and searched for more than ten years, but to no avail.

For 200 years, finding Amu has been Shen Yan's only belief in life.

The heart is here, the love is in!

As long as that drop of soul blood is not extinguished, as long as Shen Yan does not die, then Shen Yan will be on the way to find Amu.

Moreover, Shen Yan has already decided to look for another ten years, if there is still no information about Amu within the boundary of the Sea Desolate Divine State. Shen Yan had already decided to go to the other two realms to look for it, and Shen Yan couldn't wait any longer.

Because, she lacks time!

For you, I am willing to walk through the sea wilderness! For you, I am also willing to wander the Three Realms! This is Shen Yan's oath!

Hard-working people, the sky does not pay!

Two days ago, news finally came out from the Dongling Brahma Temple that Amu was in Dongling.

Shen Yan hurriedly came from the Qingyuan Domain Gate, and then in the Dongling Northern Region for two days, he was the first to find Amu with his soul blood, and he was just in time for the scene above him.

"Infatuated children, admire below!" Wen Muran said with a smile.

"Don't admire, don't bother! It's just that the account between us, from the Desolate Soul Secret Realm to the Western Black Water, should finally be settled!" Shen Yan's tone was ghostly, and the Supreme Ghost God seemed to have a cruel smile on his face.

Probing into the void with one hand, the spear of Shura was already held in Shen Yan's hand.

Although Xiao Luo is only in the upper realm of the Water Tribulation, three realms worse than Shen Yan, Xiao Luo is a demon cultivator. Moreover, Shen Yan understands that Xiao Luo and Amu belong to the same type of people, don't use the realm to measure their combat power, otherwise you may not even know how to die.

Therefore, Shen Yan did not underestimate Xiao Luo in the slightest.

Xiao Luo and Wen Muran's faces were extremely calm.

However, after years of tacit understanding, they tacitly agreed that they had no intention of fighting with Shen Yan. In terms of combat power, Xiao Luo asked himself if he fought to the death, and Shen Yan would never be able to kill himself and Mr. Wen without paying a certain price.

However, neither Xiao Luo nor Wen Muran would choose that way, and it was pointless to fight to the death with Shen Yan in the Yin Yang Tribulation Upper Realm.

Xiao Luo's face was calm, but the white light flashed at the center of his eyebrows.

A momentum of looking at the world dispersed, and a sense of eternal vicissitudes surged.

The body of the demon's skull rushed out from the center of Xiao Luo's eyebrows. The white head emitted a bright white demonic light, but in the dark eye sockets was a cloud of demonic black energy.

Whether it was Shen Yan or Ah Mu, they were a little surprised how Xiao Luo got such a magic treasure.

In addition to Amu's magic coffin, there should also be the magic bell on Xiao Luo's body, they have never seen a more powerful magic treasure than this demon head.

The head of the demon hung above his head, completely protecting Xiao Luo and Wen Muran.

"Go!" Xiao Luo formed a magic mark in his hand, a strange black pattern in the sky.

The magic is like the sky, and the magic seal is like the sea!

Xiao Luo's printing method and Amu's printing method have similarities, but they are different. Although both of them are demon inheritances, they don't look like they're the same master.

All of Amu's demon cultivation methods basically come from the Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra. And everything that is falling comes from those seven pages of the Heavenly Scroll.

Zaijian, Xiao Luoyin's method came out. The demonic intent around his body was monstrous, and the raging black flames made the entire white robe seem to be burning, revealing only that beautiful face.

The black and the splendour, the magic is sensible.

The demon's head shook, and two demonic lights shot out directly from his eye sockets, heading straight for Shen Yan.

(Shen Yan reappeared!I like this character very much, I hope everyone likes it too.) If you let everyone choose the heroine for Amu, Shen Yan should be the first! Once again, I don't write about tragedies! Everyone rest assured. It's even slower, everyone bears with me, but this volume should also have the same climax as the Immortal Ghost Sect!xiexie everyone's support and reward!zuihou, where did Amu's two hundred years go?)