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"What kind of spell is this!" A spell, Amu's temperament changed fundamentally, which made Xiao Luo's expression change suddenly.

"Childe, be careful, this Wang Han Demon Cultivator is strange!" Mr. Wen in the distance shouted while dealing with the desolate ancient war spirit, and when he raised his hand, a battle spirit was killed by him, and it directly turned into black smoke and dissipated.

At this time, Amu's body was full of light, and all the demonic energy was temporarily covered. Amu's whole person exudes an extremely strange temperament, that is the god of demons!

The ancient lantern of the battle spirit hangs high, and the blood-red flames reflect the entire enchantment. Everywhere the red mangs went, they were full of fluctuations of divine power. The battle spirit that was killed by Mr. Wen raised his hand just now actually reappeared in an instant.

If the ancient lamp of the war spirit is not extinguished, the ancient war spirit will not die. Illuminated by the gods, it will be resurrected naturally.

"Huh?" Mr. Wen, who cultivated souls in the middle level of the Great Perfection, raised his eyebrows, dealing with a monk in the spirit realm with his identity, even if the other party had an immortal treasure in his hand, he could kill it himself. But today, I met two such rebellious characters.

Shen Yan had the Ghost Venerable Inheritance, which they never expected, but they could completely control the situation.

At the same time, although Amu is a demon cultivator, he is a high-level consummation of fixed cultivation, and there is almost no threat in the eyes of Xiao Luo, who is also a demon cultivator but whose cultivation is already in the spiritual realm. Because they all have their own magic treasures, and Xiao Luo knows that he is a mid-level demon cultivator of the Spirit Saint, and with this, he can sweep away all the monks below the soul realm in the Sea Desolate Divine Realm.

But the development of things greatly exceeded Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen's imagination.

Xiao Luo's face turned pale at this time, and the skull above his head "buzzed" and whispered, and at the same time, the demon shadow behind Xiao Luo gradually appeared.

Things are developing like this, and it is necessary to be absolutely quick and fast. Both he and Mr. Wen knew at this time that the Desolate Soul Secret Realm outside the enchantment was probably the end of Shijie at this time.

Once the barrier is broken, they must leave immediately.

However, in half a moment, this enchantment could not withstand the impact of the liliang from the desolate ancients, and it would collapse in an instant, and everything would cease to exist.

If you want to get everything about Amu and Shen Yan, there is only this short moment, but for the monk, everything is enough.

At the same time, Amu's heart was also unusually sober, except for the magic coffin, Amu's means were exhausted, without the slightest reservation. It's not that he doesn't want to use the magic coffin, but Amu doesn't know how to use it! Amu takes out all the means that he can use, and to keep it at such a moment is to commit suicide.

The seal in Amu's hand changed again, and the majestic atmosphere, faintly with the aura of God, was withdrawn by Amu into his body.

"God cracks!" In an instant, Amu shouted violently, and his tongue burst into spring thunder.

This Ten Thousand Gods Killing Technique is divided into three realms and nine folds. The three realms are: God Split, God Silence, and God Destruction. There are three levels in each realm: upper, middle, and lower.

The Great Killing of the Gods is the secret method of the God of War King clan, and its power is boundless. The king of Dacheng can use this technique to slaughter immortals and destroy gods, and count ten thousand.

Now Amu can only use the inferior God Rift Realm, but the power is already terrifying, it definitely has the power to kill the Spirit Realm cultivators.

At the same time, at the moment when Amu retracted the sevenfold colored mang, the gold-level spirit coin hanging above his head also fell into Amu's Danhai at the same time!

"Boom-boom-"

This is not the voice of the outside world, but the monstrous waves in the Amudan Sea, rolling thunder. The demonic energy, the red light, and the clear yellow rays of gold coins were raging in the Danhai of Amu.

"Not good!" Amu said darkly. This is a precursor to going crazy, the fall of the gold-level spirit coin into the Danhai made Amu have the ability to break through the spirit realm in an instant, but all this is extremely unstable in such a situation.

But at this time, Amu didn't have many scruples.

The Great Killing Technique of the Ten Thousand Gods has been issued. A dazzling blood-red light burst out from Amu's body, and the surging divine power centered on Amu swept away like a tsunami.

"Kill!" Amu's face turned red, and the black and red light between his eyes kept changing.

Amu's black robe, like a petrel fighting in a storm, was like a black lightning bolt, shining in the void. The black hair flew wildly, dazzling divine light and demonic energy, and Amudan couldn't stop rolling in the sea at this time. The big waves are monstrous, and the ocean is a lot, but this is the ocean where all kinds of liliang gather.

Even the Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra can't seem to withstand such a tyrannical atmosphere.

"Boom-" The ancient desolate demon scriptures were shattered, Amu had a splitting headache, and his mind went blank.

Where is the devil, where is the god? I don't know what time it is, the years have passed!

With the blood-red ancient lamp, Amu cast a spell with such a magical and endless power, which made both Mr. Wen and Xiao Luo shocked.

This is beyond the monk's cultivation theory, a demon cultivator who is determined to cultivate a high-level Great Perfection, no matter what, he can't burst out like this.

It's a miracle, or a miracle of miracles.

"Demon Spirit Power!" At the moment when Amu erupted, Xiao Luo exclaimed, and he keenly felt a trace of demonic spiritual power on Amu's body.

At this moment, does Amu want to break through the spiritual realm? That is to risk going out of the fire and falling into the demon and destroying the soul.

"That's not right!" Suddenly, Xiao Luo's face changed again, and suddenly his voice was dry!

"Aren't you! not a demon cultivator—"

Xiao Luo shouted loudly, after shouting this sentence. The white skull above his head suddenly rose, and the miserable white light burst out again.

"Demon Eyes, Reset!"

At this time, the black and white mirror flew out violently, and the black and white light was brilliant, and then directly embedded in the eye socket of the white skull.

"Boom-"

It was no less powerful than Amu's Ten Thousand Gods Killing Method catalyzed by the Ancient Lamp of the Battle Spirit, which was the head of a demon from the Ancient Wilderness.

"Roar-roar-" That's the demonic energy that has ravaged the desolation for thousands of years!

"Sealed for ten thousand years, my soul returns! Sealed for ten thousand years, my soul ...... Return—"

It was a voice that seemed to be ethereal, the voice was full of the vicissitudes of eternity, and seemed to come through millions of years, although this voice was like a whisper, but it was full of strange liliang.

"This—" For a moment, Amu was a little conscious, but he was immediately overwhelmed by the surging waves.

That voice was the same as the voice from the demon coffin that Amu had heard in the Tianzi Cave Mansion of the Northern Han Sect. However, at this time, he did not come from the demon coffin, but from the demon head that seemed to have been resurrected.

The white light gradually dissipated, the black qi soared into the sky, the eyes of the demon were reset, and the black and white worlds also trembled. The demon shadow behind Xiao Luo also flew directly into the skull.

The black aura was soaring, it was the appearance of a demon venerable with a hideous face and blue fangs.

"Boom-boom-"

The two desolate ancient war spirits that Amu used to contain Xiao Luo instantly turned into black smoke under the majesty of the demon's head, and they did not recover.

The power of the demon's head is beyond imagination. Is that really the head of the Demon Venerable?

"Cough cough cough suddenly and violently, more serious than any previous time, as if he couldn't control himself.

At the same time, the barrier laid by Mr. Wen began to crack.

"Click-" The cracks spread out like spider webs.

"Not good!" Mr. Wen raised his eyebrows, and then flipped his palm, and a gray ancient flag appeared in his hand. The ancient flag was antique, exuding an endless smell of desolation, and a misty gray atmosphere.

"The Chaos Ancient Banner can determine the world! The power of the wilderness, listen to my orders!" Mr. Wen gave an order, and the Chaos Ancient Banner directly released three streams of chaotic qi, which were pure and shattered chaotic qi. A wisp can crush a mountain.

One directly killed the four ancient battle spirits, one went straight to Xiao Luo, and the other went straight to Amu.

At this time, Shen Yan, who seemed to have not moved for a long time, suddenly let out a piercing laugh again, which was a ghost laugh from the netherworld.

"The top is poor and the bottom is from the Yellow Spring!Only I am a ghost, nine heavens!" That was not Shen Yan's voice at all, and at this moment, the original hideous face of the Supreme Ghost God suddenly smiled.

But there seems to be endless murder hidden in that smile, which makes people dare not face it.

"Gurgle!" Shen Yan's purple clothes were graceful, but at this time, his long sleeves were scattered, accompanied by countless dead souls around him, and Shen Yan stood in the void like a ghost.

No one knew what kind of treasure the Supreme Ghost God Face was, and at this moment, Shen Yan was like a ghost venerable possession.

The endless ghostly aura spread out, and the death intention was heavy.

At this moment, all kinds of liliang were raging in the entire enchantment, and all kinds of light were scattered, and at this moment, it was impossible to tell what kind of battle it was and what level it was! This might be regarded as an indirect battle between the Ancient Supremes.

Amu and Xiao Luo seem to have a tendency to run wild, Amu is no longer conscious at this time, and Xiao Luo's hidden disease seems to have flareed up severely.

Battle Spirit Ancient Lamp!Demon Head!Chaos Ancient Flag!Supreme Ghost God Face!

Any magic weapon here, spread to the sea wilderness, I am afraid it will cause a catastrophe. The gathering of the four treasures can be described as an unprecedented victory. These are all powerful treasures of the ancient Venerables and their predecessors, and one of them can be used for a lifetime.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-"

Four kinds of liliang collided.

The power of the god of war, the power of the Demon Venerable, the power of Chaos, the power of the Demon Venerable.

At this time, a combination of various factors makes it difficult for them to distinguish between them.

Endless mushroom clouds rose up and filled the entire barrier.

"Boom-click-click-"

Although the enchantment laid by Mr. Wen, who cultivated the soul of the middle level Great Perfection, was powerful, it could not resist such four strands. The white curtain shattered one after another, like snow falling, and in some places it turned directly into white smoke.

"Uh-huh-"

"Click-"

The barrier is shattered, and the apocalyptic phase of the Soul Secret Realm has reappeared.

The black wind howled, the waves were raging, and endless thunderbolts and lightning swam in the air like dragons.

At this time, the Black Illusion Demon Mountain has completely collapsed, and all kinds of souls are constantly fighting, and in such a post-apocalyptic moment, no living creature can be left alone.

The fog is heavy, and these are all kinds of souls that have been transformed after death. However, they never had a chance to resurrect again, because the spirit of the desolate soul had already been collected by Amu. Turning into fog and dying, this is the fate of these souls.

At the same time, under the mushroom cloud, the enchantment was shattered, and countless souls were killed in the turbulent Liliang.

Zaijian's Amu and the others at this time, except for Mr. Wen, seemed to be fine, and the other three were all injured.

Amu's face was already pale, the corners of his mouth were bloodstained, and his eyes were changing and confused. His current cultivation is also extremely strange, one will be the high-level Great Perfection, the other will be the realm of the void spirit, and the other will be the first level of the supreme spirit. Blood red and pitch-black light flickered on Amu's body.

Such a situation is extremely dangerous, and it is difficult to get through it in your life.

The Ancient Flame of War Soul emitted a blood-red glow and protected him tightly, and at this time, the six ancient war spirits were all scattered.

At this time, Xiao Luo was much better, his eyes were dark and clear, and he was extremely sober, but the snow-white white robe was full of blood spurting out. However, he no longer coughed, and Mr. Fang Caiwen's chaotic aura suppressed his injuries.

The head of the demon was as steady as Mount Tai above his head.

There was a tangible black flame on the white robe, hunting and rolling.

"Wang Han?-" At this time, Shen Yan's shout to Amu was heard!