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"Wang Han—" Shen Yan's purple dress flew around, but her hands were tied with the Yin and Yang Seal of Life and Death. This is a great way to quickly recover from injuries by consuming life.

The enchantment shattered, the face of the end of the world, and several strong forces collided with each other, and Shen Yan naturally couldn't be left alone.

Although Zaijian Shen Yan was hunting in purple, the light on the face of the Supreme Ghost God was already a little dim, and the long hair that was originally like ink gradually exuded a gray brilliance.

It was a side effect of the Yin Yang Life and Death Seal and the Supreme Ghost Divine Face, and Shen Yan was overdrawing and consuming his own life.

However, at this time, Shen Yan no longer seems to be possessed by a ghost, but a real Shen Yan. Zaijian Shen Yan moved his body and had already reached Amu's side.

"Shen Yan, you go first!" I don't know if it was Shen Yan's shout, or the influence of this doomsday, Amu actually regained his senses in an instant.

The blood-red and pitch-black light were temporarily suppressed, and Ah Mu's eyes were clear! After finishing talking to Shen Yan, he actually glanced at Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen lightly.

That glance made both of them tremble in their hearts, it was not the look that should appear at this time. Those eyes were black and white, clear as water, too clear, too calm, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Calm often means terrible!

At this moment, Amu's cultivation is still fluctuating, and the black light and blood light on his body are still entangled, but his eyes are completely different. It seems to be a thorough way to see through the vicissitudes of life and look through the future.

At the same time, it was like a ray of pure eyes, as if it was the first time to arrive at this shijie.

"Huh?" Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen both frowned. They knew that no one could sustain themselves for long in the apocalyptic phase of this desolate realm, a plane that was about to explode.

Even if the treasures of Amu are in his body, it is difficult to reverse.

There are only two words waiting for the Desolate Soul Secret Realm and them—destruction! This is the liliang of the destruction of time and space, almost unstoppable. No matter what Amu is doing now, it doesn't seem like it's something they need to care about anymore.

"Childe, let's go!"

Mr. Wen is well aware of this, and at such a moment, there is no need to dwell on some magic weapons.

No matter how good Ah Mu and Shen Yan's magic weapons are, they can't withstand the monk's life. If the Tao is gone, it will be too late to regret it.

Mr. Wen flipped his palm, and a cyan spirit rune appeared in his hand. He is a soul-level monk himself, and he can directly pass through the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, and he can even open the passage here. Therefore, if he wants to take Xiao Luo out of here, it can be said that it is effortless.

As soon as the cyan spirit rune appeared, Mr. Wen raised his hand and was about to leave with Xiao Luo.

At this time, everything around him turned into an endless black wind, a thunderbolt, which was not at all a liliang that a monk could withstand. If it weren't for the fact that Amu and the others had a strange treasure to protect themselves, they would have been unable to support it for a long time. Rao is like this, and the few of them are just like boats in the wind and waves of the sea.

As soon as Mr. Wen's cyan spirit rune appeared, the light spread, and he thought that he could leave this place immediately, but something unexpected happened. The light of the cyan spirit rune only flickered, and then it dimmed instantly.

Poof——, the spirit rune instantly turned into black smoke and dispersed with the wind.

"Huh?" Mr. Wen was taken aback, "Oh no, the world has changed!"

At this time, Shen Yan also took out his spirit talisman and showed it, and the result was generally the same.

The Desolate Soul Secret Realm has changed, and the teleportation rune has lost its original function! This seems to mean that no one can leave this Desolate Soul Secret Realm.

"Boom-" Another boulder shattered, and the rubble flew around.

The earth shook, and in the entire secret realm, the only ones that were still complete were the Black Demon Temple and the Black Illusion Demon Root.

These two wonders, standing proudly in the face of the end times, are even more strange and gloomy.

"Sir, what should I do?" Xiao Luo looked at Mr. Wen and said, at the same time, he glanced at Amu and Shen Yan, if he did it at this time, everyone would probably die together.

At this time, Shen Yan stood beside Ah Mu without saying a word, the face of the Supreme Ghost God was bright and dark, and his long gray-white hair was flying in the wind. And Amu looked at Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen with clear eyes, without seeing joy and sorrow, and the reflection in his eyes was the appearance of the end of the world.

Hearing Xiao Luo's words, Mr. Wen frowned slightly. It seems that if you want to leave here, it is not impossible for Mr. Wen of the Soul Realm to leave, but the price of this method must be very great!

"Hehe! Shen Yan, you go first!" the corners of Amu's mouth curved, and he suddenly said to Shen Yan.

This is the second time Amu has said this, and his tone is relaxed and calm.

"Let's go together!" Shen Yan looked up at Amu with the face of the Supreme Ghost God, at this time, this Supreme Ghost God Face could only protect the distance of about a zhang around Shen Yan. And in an instant, Shen Yan's black hair had now turned completely white.

The purple clothes are flying, the white hair is fluttering, and the smiling grimace adds to the charm of Shen Yan, but this is consuming life.

"We can only go alone!" Amu smiled, smiling so indifferently and freely, "I'll send you out!"

"How many lives do you have?" Amu suddenly asked Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen.

"Huh?" At this time, Amu asked such a question with a smile on his face, which made people feel extremely weird.

Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and didn't know how to answer.

"It's a pity!" Amu asked himself, "I have more than one life!"

Just when Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen wondered if Amu was crazy, Zaijian Amu's face suddenly changed, and then his hands quickly sealed on his chest, and the black light and blood light around him gushed out like a volcanic eruption!

The two divine rays are like snakes going out to sea, and they are like dragons soaring for nine days.

"Wang Han, don't-" Shen Yan shouted heartbreakingly. As soon as she saw Amu like this, she immediately understood Amu's intentions, and at the same time wanted to stop Amu.

I'd rather die together than live alone! This is Shen Yan's idea at this time.

But at this time, Shen Yan suddenly found that he didn't know when, and he was imprisoned by Amu with some kind of secret method. At the same time, the power of the ghost god of the Supreme Ghost God Face is disappearing.

"Shen Yan, you and I are destined, and we will zaijian! Today's friendship, don't forget it!" Amu's voice was a little ethereal.

After saying this, Amu Qingming's eyes were instantly overwhelmed by black light and blood light. Gods and demons are intertwined, and the endless liliang spreads out like a sea, devouring everything in an instant.

"Oh no! he's going to blow himself up!" exclaimed Mr. Wen.

As soon as he flew up, he blocked in front of Xiao Luo, and his face was ruthless: "Wang Han, count you ruthless! Do you use your life to open the passage?"

Saying that, Mr. Nawen stuffed the Chaos Ancient Banner into Xiao Luo's hand, and then his hands quickly sealed.

Seeing such a scene, Xiao Luo's expression also changed, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything! The Chaos Ancient Banner was just held in his hand, and the demon's head slowly descended and retracted into his body.

Mr. Wen also chose to blow himself up at the Zuihou moment, because this was the only way to leave the Desolate Soul Secret Realm at this time, and then at this moment.

"Boom, boom, boom—" I couldn't tell where the sound of the explosion was, and the loud sound of thunder reverberated continuously.

Amu blew himself up, Mr. Wen blew himself up! The liliang raging in the sky formed a huge whirlpool that received the sky.

"Boom-" Two light doors opened, and this was the spatial crack that Shengsheng tore open with Liliang. It is the passage that Amu and Wen Muran opened up with their lives respectively.

Xiao Luo didn't say a word, he flew straight in, and as a demon, he must have a decisive heart. Xiao Luo, like Amu, is not an indecisive person.

And Shen Yan screamed, but was forcibly pushed into the passage by Amu Zuihou's obsession!

"Wang Han—" Shen Yan could say hoarse, but at this time, Amu couldn't hear it anymore. The black light and blood light had already engulfed Amu, and Amu's figure had disappeared.

"Boom-" What Shen Yan saw was an endless white light scattering, and it was a loud sound that resounded for nine days.

This moment, thousands of years later, has been haunting Shen Yan's heart. Unforgettable, can not be dispersed.

The entire Desolate Soul Secret Realm completely collapsed and shattered!

Mr. Amu and Mr. Wen chose to self-destruct, that is, they chose to commit suicide and were buried in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, such a liliang almost penetrated the space-time plane and affected the entire Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture.

At this moment, almost all the monks in the Soul Realm and above on the Sea Desolation were shocked, and they could sense the disappearance of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm.

The north of the Northern Han Sect, the peak of the north of the town, is still so blurry, and the wind and snow are still in the distance. In the huge ravine, there is still a demonic aura.

After sitting cross-legged for 7,000 years, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then raised his eyebrows.

"How is this possible?

Immediately, the clone of the old man in black rose from the top of his head.

"It's been 7,000 years, and it seems that we have to force you to go to the sea wilderness for a while! If something happens to the heirs of the demon coffin, we will sit in vain for 7,000 years! You and I will be crushed to pieces, and it will be difficult to resist the sin of destroying the soul of the Dao. "The ontology of the painstaking son is said to the doppelganger.

"The cycle of cause and effect, good fortune and misfortune are rewarded! What should come should always come, this is our fate as demon servants. The old man in black smiled, he was originally the same root, the main body and the doppelganger, but he was like an old friend for many years.

The old man in black glanced at the wind and snow in the north from afar, and said, "The Arctic Immortal Sea, it seems that it is impossible to be alone!

The old man in black was a soul, but at this time, the laughter was full of tragedy. The wind is bleak, and the old man in black's hair bun is a little messy.

Saying "take care" to the main body, the old man in black raised his foot and walked through the northern cold fog.

Meanwhile.

In the vast northern wilderness, in the misty clouds and mist, above the vast sea of ice, a piece of ice and bamboo is covered. At the beginning of the Northern Cold War, the silver-haired old man in white, who sensed it when the demon coffin appeared, slowly opened his eyes. Two rays of brilliance, straight into the sky.

"The Ancient Battlefield has disappeared?" The silver-haired white-clothed old man frowned slightly, "The trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop!

The silver-haired white-clothed old man sighed, shook his clothes, and dissipated into a mist shadow.

The Arctic Immortal Sea, an old man who had also not left the cold plain for nearly 10,000 years, was finally about to move around.

At the same time, I don't know where it was.

A beautiful boy in white appeared from the void.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" coughed incessantly, his pale face was a little blood-red, he was Xiao Luo.

It seems to be a deep valley, deep and narrow, with no end in sight. The blue and misty area was actually surrounded by a faint chaotic aura.

"Mr. Wen!" stopped coughing, Xiao Luo walked not far away, a middle-aged scribe wearing green clothes, but with one arm, greeted him.

The middle-aged scribe in Tsing Yi is the body of Mr. Wen's soul-scattering mid-level - Wen Muran, and his cultivation is actually a line higher than that painstaking son.

At this moment, Wen Muran already knew everything, and when he saw Xiao Luo returning safely, he couldn't help but nod and said with a smile: "Childe, you can come back safely and bring back the Demon Venerable Bell!

"Xiao Luo is incompetent, and Mr. Involved has lost his soul cultivation clone!" Xiao Luo was extremely guilty. He understood that although he was at the middle level of Soul Scattering, he could have six soul bodies, but the great cultivator in front of him, who was known as unparalleled in wisdom, actually had no clones available.

Over the years, the six doppelgangers have fallen one after another. If it weren't for Mr. Wen in front of him, Xiao Luo would never have achieved today.

"Hehe! Childe, this is a bad statement! People like me live to revive the Taihuang Gate, and you are the greatest hope of the Taihuang Gate! Not to mention a clone, it is my soul scattering deity that has fallen, as long as I can let the Taihuang Gate regain the sea wilderness, what does it matter?" Wen Muran's tone was earnest, and Xiao Luo couldn't help but be slightly moved.

"Xiao Luo understands! Revival is too wild, just around the corner! I am willing to step on thousands of corpses and bones and climb to the top of the sea wilderness!" Xiao Luo bowed and said in a deep voice. The extreme respect for this Wen Muran spread out at the same time as the eternal demonic intent.

This depression is the real demon!

"Haha!" Wen Muran couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, but there were too many vicissitudes and sadness in this laughter. Laughing, smiling, there is a tear in the corner of his eye that will not fall for thousands of years.

"There is Gongzi's words, the thousands of monks who died in my too desolate will definitely be able to laugh at the Netherworld! Purple Hidden City, wait for me to make a comeback!"

Ten thousand years of waiting is a soul-scattering monk, and it is also a kind of torment.

At the same time, in the western black water of the sea wilderness. In the void, there was also a flash of brilliance, and a purple-clothed figure fell directly to the ground.

Long gray hair, scattered all over the ground.

At this time, Shen Yan was already unconscious! However, after all, she had arrived at the Black Water! Black Pressed Heaven, but it was much kinder than the Desolate Soul Secret Realm.

Western black water, here belongs to the ghost shijie.

Wang Han ...... Wang Han ...... "Shen Yan couldn't stop whispering, but Amu couldn't hear it anymore.

Those who can return have returned.

The Secret Realm of the Desolate Soul shattered, and that time and space disappeared.

But in the original realm, a drop of battle soul blood shone brightly, red as a star, and emitted thousands of brilliance. A slender and upright figure is gradually forming. At the center of the figure's eyebrows, there was actually a mysterious mark with a blue-purple light.

A huge black coffin, suspended in the void like an eternal one!

In the mutilated corner of the demon coffin, the rolling black flames surged like a tide, and the monstrous demonic intent poured straight into the Three Realms!

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