At the foot of the Netherworld, the three levels have passed, and the gate of hell is in front of you. But at this time, what stood in front of Amu was a long-haired man in a black linen robe. On the man's knees, there was a very primitive harp. has a delicate face, long hair, tied casually with a black belt, but there are endless vicissitudes in his eyes.

He just sat there quietly, but almost became one with everything here.

"Scattered souls?" Amu took a deep breath.

In Amu's eyes, it was just a mortal, but Amu understood that under this ghost mountain, in front of the gate of hell, there must not be a mortal.

Then the man in black linen with both hands touching the qin can only be a monk who has scattered souls or above.

Amu stood more than ten feet in front of the man in black, but there seemed to be a shijie away from the man. It was a feeling that I couldn't see through at all, and that feeling Amu had only had when he faced the old man who bought wine in the Baicheng shop.

"Is it above the scattered soul?" Amu broke through the three levels of hell and stood there, but the man in black didn't even look at Amu, it seemed that Amu didn't exist in his shijie in the first place.

"Zheng Zheng-" twice, the man in black sat peacefully on the black stone, and suddenly caressed the piano by himself.

I saw that his eyes were slightly closed, his ten fingers stroked the piano, his fingering was light, he was picky, and the changes were gratuitous.

Night, gloom, piano sound, this is a shijie that completely belongs to the man in black.

Such a haughty, confident and melancholy man, everything in the netherworld is his foil.

It was a scene that even after thousands of years, Amu still felt emotion when he recalled it.

At the foot of the Netherworld, in front of the gates of hell.

The man in black regarded everything in heaven and earth as nothing, free and free, and indulged in caressing.

The night was dark, there was no starlight, and the Netherworld Mountain was originally as dead and silent as a ghost town. However, the sound of the man in black broke the silence of eternity.

The sound of the piano is graceful, like a drop of water on a stone, tinkling and pleasant, and like a mountain stream, gurgling by.

For a moment, the night under the Netherworld Mountain seemed to be no longer dim, and everything had light and color.

The gloomy and dead Netherworld Mountains have turned into green mountains and green waters, with dark willows and bright flowers.

At this time, everything is silent, only the sound of the piano. The empty mountain and the breeze must be intoxicated. That was a feeling that Amu had never had since he cultivated immortals.

Amu didn't move, but at this time, the ancient wood rosary had been put away by him, and only the remnants of the coffin were suspended above his head. And the moment he remembered the sound of the piano, Amu summoned the Ancient Desolate Demon Scripture to protect his divine consciousness tightly.

Since the person in front of him is at least a soul-scattering powerhouse, he can kill people invisibly, then the sound of the piano may be a sharp weapon for killing, and Amu must be on guard.

But the sound of the piano flowed naturally, and there was no murder in the slightest. Not only that, but it made people's souls quiet, and the haze in their hearts was swept away.

There are three levels of hell, and almost every level is a test of Amu's divine sense and will. Although he has undergone pranayama, he has recovered more spiritual power than divine consciousness. It is absolutely impossible to say that the three levels of hell have no effect on Amu.

However, at this time, the sound of the man in black's piano was like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing Amu's heart.

The treacherous clouds in the Ten Thousand Graves Alley, the helplessness of life and death on the Huangquan Road, and the sighs of reincarnation in the Sansheng Stone have all become light and light under the sound of this piano.

The man in black sat with his eyes open, but he seemed to be wandering out of the world, and only the beating of his slender fingers made people know that the sound of the piano that made the world clear came from this mysterious man with vicissitudes in his eyes.

After a while, with the sound of "Zheng", the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Amu was actually happy in it, and he didn't want to return.

"How?" At this time, the man in black suddenly looked at Amu, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The sound of the predecessor is far better than the sound of heaven!" Amu's words were not false, and just a song almost completely restored Amu's damaged mind to normal.

The man in black smiled, looked at it and said: "The three levels of hell of the Immortal Ghost Sect are endless, and they vary from person to person, although it is not the road to death, but if it is not a person with superior wisdom and a firm mind, he must not pass those three levels!"

"Seniors praise you!" Amu said politely.

I don't know Weishenme, I don't have a good impression of Amu, the monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect, but when facing this man in black, Amu didn't feel resentful.

"For nine thousand years, the monk who has been able to come to me is not amazing. Why should you be humble? However, I think that although the three levels have passed, your mind will be lost. A song to soothe your soul and help you recover, it can be regarded as the fate of you and me!" the tone of the man in black was still extremely indifferent.

"Nine thousand years?" Amu was shocked in his heart.

You must know that 9,000 years is almost unattainable for Amu. The black-clothed monk in front of him was not a gray-haired old man like the painstaking son and the Arctic fairy, but his face was still handsome, and he looked middle-aged, and he didn't seem to show any signs of aging.

Is this a monk who is higher than the Arctic Immortal Realm?

"Thank you, senior!" Amu steadied his mind and thanked him.

At the same time, Amu knew in his heart that in this important place of the Immortal Ghost Sect, the existence of this man in black would definitely not be just to play a requiem for yourself.

"Spirit Saint High Rank High Perfection, Demon Cultivation Body! Above the sea wilderness, it seems that it is difficult to produce a genius like you for tens of thousands of years! But if you want to go to hell, you better turn around!" The man in black sighed.

"Oh?" Amu was slightly stunned, and then said, "The seniors are here, but they are guarding hell?"

The man in black looked at the dark and gloomy void of the Netherworld Mountain, and did not answer Amu's question, but said again: "I don't want to kill you, you better go back!"

Ah Mu frowned slightly, although there was no murderous intent in the tone of the man in black, although Ah Mu knew that the cultivation of the man in black in front of him was at least the level of soul scattering, but that indifference still aroused the demonic and arrogant in Ah Mu's heart.

"Dare to ask the name of the senior?Which senior of the Immortal Ghost Sect is it?"

As if he understood Amu's intentions, the man in black shook his head lightly, and said a little helplessly: "You may not know my name!"

"Oh, please give it to you!" said Amu.

"Moqin, Meng Soul, have you heard?" the man in black looked at Amu with a slight smile.

"Moqin Meng Soul?" Amu frowned. In fact, before coming to Heishui, whether it was the bitter son or the Arctic Immortal, he had told him about the situation of the Immortal Ghost Sect that he could know.

The first person born in the Immortal Ghost Sect is the Sect Master Ghost King, who is said to be the cultivation of the Scattered Soul Intermediate Great Perfection. There are also left and right envoys under the suzerain's seat, and it is said that they are also soul-scattering level old monsters. Next, there are the nine elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

These characters, Amu, all have some understanding, and they are all absolute soul-level cultivators. However, in Amu's memory, there has never been a character called Moqin and named Meng Soul.

And in the memory of the monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect who was searched by Amu, he had never heard of such a great power in the Immortal Ghost Sect.

"I haven't heard of it!hehe!" Meng Soul's eyes flashed with a wisp of vicissitudes, and he said, "Those old ghosts who know me above the sea wilderness are either dead now, or they have forgotten!"

Meng Soul's words were full of loneliness.

"The Immortal Ghost Sect is ranked among the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Wilderness, and the hidden characters are unknown, which is really admirable!" Amu smiled coldly, but there was no sarcasm in his words.

Meng Soul could naturally hear what Amu meant, but he smiled faintly, looked at Amu and said, "Who said I was from the Immortal Ghost Sect?"

"Huh?" this sentence made Amu's heart tremble.

In any case, Amu didn't expect that this monk who claimed to be the soul of the Demon Qin Meng would say such a sentence.

"Seniors aren't from the Immortal Ghost Sect?" Amu said in astonishment.

"Hehe!" "Moqin Meng Soul smiled bitterly, "The Immortal Ghost Sect is too small, and the Netherworld Hell will not accept it!

Although Amu couldn't fully comprehend the meaning of Meng Soul's words, Meng Soul thought that he was not a member of the Immortal Ghost Sect, but Amu could understand it.

"Seniors are really not from the Immortal Ghost Sect?" Amu still couldn't believe it.

Meng Soul looked at Amu again, sighed, and said something that Amu couldn't believe his ears, and said, "The Immortal Ghost Sect is a puddle of shit!"

"Huh?" Amu was stunned for half a minute, and he was in a trance for a while.

"haha", followed by Amu Yangtian daxiao.

"What the predecessors said is extremely true! The Immortal Ghost Sect is a puddle of shit!" Amu said with a smile.

"Oh?" This time it was Meng Soul's turn to be surprised by Amu.

Meng Soul said that the Immortal Ghost Sect was a puddle of shit and had its own capital. But he definitely didn't expect that Amu was just a spiritual saint high-level Great Perfection monk, even if he was a demon cultivator who had not been encountered in 10,000 years, what could he do?

This is under the Netherworld Mountain, and I don't know how many monks from the Immortal Ghost Sect there are. Although Meng Soul knew that the entire back mountain of Netherworld Mountain and the surroundings of Hell were his absolute realm, and he didn't want to come in casually, but he knew that it didn't mean that Amu also knew.

However, Amu actually dared to echo and repeat his words in such a situation.

What kind of arrogance and self-confidence is this? Or arrogance?

"Okay!" Meng Soul nodded to Amu, said a word heavily, and then said, "What's your name?"

"Junior Wang Han, a casual cultivator!" Amu replied.

Although Meng Soul in front of him said that he was not a monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect and insulted the Immortal Ghost Sect, Amu would never dare to report his real name and the Northern Han Sect.

Because, since the Demon Qin Meng Soul was sitting at the gate of hell and blocking himself from entering the territory, he must be inextricably linked with the Immortal Ghost Sect. Otherwise, with the liliang of the Immortal Ghost Sect, how can others be allowed to sleep soundly on the side of the collapse?

"Wang Han?" Hearing Amu's name, Meng Soul's expression seemed to become extremely strange, and his brows tightened.

"What, the seniors have heard the names of the juniors?" Amu joked.

"Maybe! just a little unclear!" Meng Soul replied very simply.

This made Amu, who was originally joking, scratch his head.

Such a hidden soul-scattering level or even above has actually heard of his name, and there is absolutely only one possibility - the same name.

Thinking of this, Amu couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"No matter who you are!" Meng Soul regained his composure, "With me here, you can't go to hell." You'd better turn around!"

"Senior, since you are not a cultivator of the Immortal Ghost Sect, why do you want to prevent the junior from entering hell?" Amu wondered.

"All things are born and have their own duties!" Meng Soul still did not answer Amu's question directly, "I, Meng Soul, was born to guard the Netherworld and Hell!"