"What a powerful monk! Come again!" the ghost will be thirty-three, and his pride is surging, and he seems to be a little unwilling. The halberd in his hand shook and stepped on the black mist. This time he took the initiative to attack, and the black halberd crossed an arc in the void, with a mangtail, and split Huashan with force, heading straight for Amu.

And Amu's mind moved, and the black rattan swirled in the void, and then directly met the black halberd.

"Boom-" It was another hard collision, and two air currents exploded in the void.

The result is the same as Fang Cai, no different. The ghost will pull back again, spewing out a breath of black air.

The ghost will not accept it, and if it is, it will be three. However, he did not take advantage of it in the slightest.

In fact, the result of such a competition has already fallen behind for the ghost general. You must know that Amu is so tidy, standing with his hands in his hands, just using the power of the demon spirit to control the black rattan. And the ghost general held the halberd in both hands and fought with all his might.

It is self-evident which is better and which is inferior.

"Haha!" the ghost general hahadaxiao, "If you talk about liliang, I am not as good as you." Let's try the spell again!"

With that, the ghost will suddenly sacrifice the halberd to the void. The halberd stood in the void, like a pillar of optimus.

The endless dead qi in the Zaijian Void gathered around the halberd, gradually condensing into an extremely thick cloud.

The wind is howling, and the will to die is heavy.

Click――

A black lightning bolt streaked through the void, and an even more powerful Yin Thunder was brewing.

Zaijian's ghost general's face was solemn, and several seals were changed in his hand, urging the spell.

"Nether Lightning!" the ghost general shouted.

In the clouds, a long black dragon roared. The black lightning, like a spirit in the dark night, fell from the high sky straight to Amu.

However, Amu, who was also standing in the void, couldn't help but sneer when he looked at the black lightning.

It's no wonder that Amu sneered, thinking about it, if anyone had experienced such a ninefold thunder tribulation on the Arctic Immortal Sea and the seven-colored auspicious clouds, who would care about this swarthy underworld lightning?

Once in the sea, who would care about the waves of the small lake?

Amu didn't even hide, just in case, the remnants of the coffin were summoned by him again.

The light of the Buddha and the magic light complement each other, and the black and white are intertwined, forming two defenses around Amu.

Especially the ancient wood rosary, the moment he saw the black lightning falling, Amu's heart moved, and a Buddha light directly rose.

Boom -

The black lightning was originally the condensation of the death qi and resentment of the Netherworld, and the Buddha's light and compassion on the ancient wood rosary was their nemesis.

The light of the Buddha shines, and he wishes to save all sentient beings.

Therefore, the ghost's ghostly lightning may be a call of death and a deadly power for other monks, but for Amu who has an ancient wood rosary on his head, it is basically useless.

As soon as the Buddha's light appeared, it collided with the black lightning, and the black lightning exploded.

Not only that, but the Buddha light rushed straight into the sky, and the clouds condensed in the sky were also directly dissolved by the Buddha light.

"Oh!" the ghost looked up, and couldn't help but say badly.

Over the years, what kind of characters has the Immortal Ghost Sect offended, how did the monks who came here become more powerful than the other, and the magic weapon in their hands is even more invincible.

The monk claimed to be a descendant of the white-clothed monk who was trapped on the Yellow Springs Road, but now it seems that these methods are far superior to those of the trapped monk.

That is the pure light of the Buddha, that is the infinite power of the Buddha's powerful blessings.

Originally, the rosary floated on the top of Amu's head, and he didn't feel anything, but at this time, the rosary was magnificent, and in an instant, as a god in the ghost world, he couldn't help but feel a throbbing in his heart.

"What a powerful Buddha treasure!" the ghost general praised in his heart.

"What other means, just use it, and follow up on the next one!"

"Hehe!" the Netherworld Ghost General said with a smile, "Cast another spell in the Netherworld, if you can break it, then I will send you back to the Netherworld Mountain, and the contract between my Netherworld and the Immortal Ghost Sect will be fulfilled." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to give!" Amu said lightly.

"Rejoice!" the ghost general said aloud.

At this time, Zaijian's ghost will suddenly seal his hands on his chest, and the shadow of his hand will change, which is extremely complicated. The magic of the underworld, Amu has never seen before.

With the casting of that spell, I saw that behind the ghost general, the yin wind was gusting, and the ghost fire was lit.

In the void, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and the black shadow was constantly increasing, ten, hundred, thousand, thousand.

The dark shadows solidified.

Amu looked fixedly, and it turned out that behind the ghost general, the flags were waving, and the ghost fog was thick.

It was a dense network of ghost soldiers, numbering tens of thousands.

"I think you also know that there are one hundred and eight ghost generals in the Netherworld, each in charge of 100,000 ghost soldiers! Today, I will sacrifice 10,000 elites to fight with you!How about it?"

The ghost will hold a black halberd, standing in front of the 10,000 elite ghost soldiers, the big wind is automatic, majestic.

Behind him, 10,000 ghost soldiers, neatly arranged, with bright armor, all holding halberds, all wearing ghost masks.

All kinds of ghost flags, hunting and rolling. A thick dead aura spread among the 10,000 ghost soldiers.

That is the absolute death master, and any monk, when he reaches the underworld, will never dare to underestimate those ghost soldiers.

You know, this is the Netherworld Ghost Realm, and there is basically no aura that ordinary monks need. In the underworld, these ghost soldiers are absolutely immortal and immortal, and as long as the underworld is immortal, the ghost soldiers can be reborn at will.

"100,000 ghost soldiers, only 10,000 elites!"

Amu understood that this ghost general was not a monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect after all. The Netherworld and the Immortal Ghost Sect are only a cooperative contractual relationship, so this ghost general did not exert all his strength on himself, and it can be regarded as mercy to his subordinates.

If this ghost fights to the death, I am afraid that he will be in great trouble, after all, this is other people's territory.

As long as this level is passed, only the Zuihou pass is left.

Amu was clear-minded, and looking at the uniform division of death at this time, Amu knew that if he only relied on the Gumu prayer beads, he was afraid that it would take some trouble.

For group attacks, the most haode response is of course to respond with group attacks.

Thinking of this, the purple light of the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet on Amu's left arm flashed, a total of three soul gathering bottles, and nearly a thousand souls flew out, most of these souls were still given by Shen Yan back then.

It's just that, compared to today's Amu, the level of these souls is not high. Among these souls, the highest level is the Bloody Soul of the Bitter Heart. It was a soul cultivation level existence, no less than the Ancient War Soul.

At the same time, the red light flashed at the center of Ah Mu's eyebrows, and then the black light rolled, and twenty Desolate Soul Battle Souls arched behind Ah Mu.

According to a rough estimate, there are thousands of souls standing here, led by the twenty Ancient War Souls and the Bloody War Souls of the Painstaking Son.

Although these souls are not as uniform and murderous as those ghost soldiers, these souls were all monks in their lifetimes. A large part of them have retained their original spells.

So in terms of combat power, these souls of Amu are even better, not to mention the soul of bloody battle and the soul of ancient war.

As soon as Amu's souls came out, the ghost general was extremely shocked.

"What the hell are you, monk, who can control this soul!" the ghost general shouted.

"Scattered Cultivation Wang Han!" Amu smiled faintly.

"Dao, Buddha, Demon, Demon, Four Paths in One?" the voice of the ghost general revealed too much incredible.

Demon cultivation, Buddha beads, should originally belong to the two realms of demons and Buddhas. And at this time, these more than 1,000 souls are clearly the Netherworld Ghost Dao.

Although the Netherworld Ghost General is generally unable to walk in the Yang World, he has also seen the dead souls of many Netherworld monks, and occasionally the monks are familiar with the two techniques, which is normal.

But he had never seen a monk who could understand the four schools of Taoism, Buddha, demons, and ghosts for thousands of years.

What kind of character is the monk in front of him? What kind of physique?

"I just understand a little!" Amu said lightly. In fact, he couldn't figure himself out, and many magic weapons and spells were caused by chance.

At this time, I saw Amu's hands on his chest, and at the same time, he shouted: "Thousand Soul Dance!"

The Thousand Souls Dance is a technique passed on to Amu by the painstaking son of the black cloth, and this kind of technique originally requires extremely high divine consciousness. At this time, although Amu's powerful magic sense can be barely used, the power will inevitably be greatly reduced.

However, there are two treasures on Amu's body, which make this soul dance technique extremely simple for Amu.

One is the Battle Spirit Ancient Lamp. With this ancient lamp, Amu can summon the ancient war spirit, and there is no need to sacrifice at all. The second is the spirit of the desolate soul. At the beginning, the purpose of Amu entering the Desolate Soul Secret Realm was to obtain the essence of the Desolate Soul and refine the Dafa of Ten Thousand Souls.

It's just that time has passed, and Amu, who has the ancient lamp of the war soul, no longer deliberately collects and refines the soul. The Dance of Ten Thousand Souls can only be said later.

However, today's 10,000 elite ghost soldiers against the ghost generals of the Netherworld, Amu's Thousand Soul Dance Technique can already deal with it.

"Kill!" At this time, the ghost will let out a loud shout, and the black halberd in his hand will make a move.

Those ghost soldiers are worthy of being the elite of the Netherworld. On weekdays, he is definitely well-trained, and the ghost will give an order.

I only heard that the thunder drums were bursting, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The momentum of tens of thousands of ghost soldiers was amazing, and they went straight to Amu to kill. The billowing black smoke, even the Buddha's light above Amu's head could not dissipate it.

The dancing halberd transforms into endless netherworld power, rolling up the tide of death.

"Kill!" Amu also snapped.

More than a thousand souls around him were also imposing, and they rushed directly into the camp of the ghost soldiers.

The ghost soldiers are in formation, and the layout is lawful, and the way of the soldiers is valuable.

And Amu's thousand souls are connected through Amu, although they may not have the way of the art of war, but the cooperation is extremely tacit.

The most important thing is that among Amu's thousand souls, there are soul-level battle souls and many spirit-level battle souls.

This level of battle spirit is by no means something that ordinary ghost soldiers can stop. Netherworld ghost soldiers, if they are in the yang world, are roughly equivalent to fixed cultivators.

And if it is really in the Yang World, let alone 10,000, it is 100,000 million, and I don't want to fight against many soul-level monks, because it is not a level of battle at all.

However, this is the Netherworld. If Amu wasn't controlling the same revenant, it would be really difficult to deal with these 10,000 ghost soldiers.

At this time, the bloody soul of the painstaking son and the twenty desolate soul battle souls fought all the way like a tiger into the flock. When they go there, they will turn into smoke. Those ghost soldiers can't fight against them at all.