The black and white sacrifice, his eyes finally rippled, and the sackcloth on his body swayed slightly.

The color in the eyes of the saint Yu'er is quite weird, and the faint purple light is circulating, strange and mysterious. It was the ghost's Nether Eyes.

The scepter in Yu'er's hand also tilted slightly, drawing an extremely short arc.

Under the two great tribulation cultivation techniques, no one seemed to notice that in the Ten Thousand Saints Palace, the endless power of faith was constantly converging on the red gem of the scepter.

Faith is like a mountain, and incense is like a sea. The power of the staffs of the Holy Maiden is not under the book of life and death.

It's just that one is the power of countless monks, and the other is the faith of thousands of mortals.

Everyone is brewing, waiting for the moment of Zuihou's blow.

At this time, it is the essence of the plum blossom that is the calmest. She quietly stepped back a hundred feet, and at the same time, there was already a plum blossom staff in her hand, and a wonderful barrier protected her in it.

If you talk about cultivation, the essence of plum blossoms Wu'er is a demon in the upper realm of transformation, and cultivation is similar to Amu. Therefore, although she has a secret treasure to protect herself, she does not dare to move forward easily.

This is the battle of the Tribulation Realm, this is the highest level of battle that has not been encountered in 10,000 years above the sea wilderness. Her keen intuition made her feel extremely dangerous, and retreating was her best choice.

And among all the people present at this time, the most transcendent is Amu.

Amu, who was dressed in a green robe, had been suspended in the void, staring and meditating. The soaring black flame enveloped Amu.

At this time, Amu seemed to be sacrificing in the flames, and everything that happened just now was not known to Amu.

It was a wonderful feeling.

The six senses are closed, and they don't care about the world.

At this time, the endless sadness was gradually dissipating in Amu's heart, and the heavy snow flying in the void had gradually stopped, only a few scattered snowflakes.

Life is long, how tragic is it?

However, those sorrows made the door of glory in front of Amu's eyes slowly open.

The soul power is like a tide, gushing endlessly.

It's just that this is not a forbidden spell of time, but a real soul gate.

One step into the door of the soul realm is the body of soul cultivation.

At this time, everything was empty, and he took one step at a time, dazed.

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The battle of black water, the demon cultivates the soul.

At this time, whether it is in and out of Amu's body, or up and down the sea wilderness, earth-shattering changes have taken place.

The powers above the Soul Scattering Realm in the Sea Desolate Divine Realm seemed to feel an inexplicable aura. The battle of the Tribulation Realm is enough to alarm too many hidden powerhouses.

The wind and clouds will meet, and countless clouds and mist have surged above the sea wilderness.

The ghost saint and the mother-in-law of Qianhua are all raising their eyebrows at this time.

As powerful cultivators, they were able to perceive everything before the countless people present. It was the breath above the several soul realms, and it was the breath of great power thousands of miles away.

Some start from the endless cold plains, some start from the vast bitter sea, and some start from the vast desert!

There are two extremely strong breaths, which fall straight into the sky.

Those strong people above the sea wilderness are basically characters who have not appeared for thousands of years.

Some of them were in the caves, and some were drunk in the city. Born into the world, but in a thought, they seem to have no concern, everything is transcendent.

However, only they know that in fact, they are all practicing and overcoming tribulations in various ways. The purpose of the monks' existence is to practice, and this is the meaning of their existence.

Spiritual practice is their way of being, and it is also their goal.

The Great War of Tribulation is enough for those monks who have not broken through for thousands of years to come across the domain. You must know that a trace of the perception of the Tribulation War may be able to exchange thousands of years of longevity for them, in exchange for a realm that has not been broken through for thousands of years.

At this moment, those great powers who are approaching and urgently need to break through are willing to take risks, brave the ban on purple seclusion, and go to Heishui to watch the battle. And for the robbery repair, activating the magic circle and coming across the domain is only a moment.

"Go!"

"Go!" Granny Thousand Flowers and the Ghost Saint shouted almost at the same time.

Those several breaths, especially the two breaths from the sky, directly accelerated their spell casting speed, and both of them wanted to end this battle as soon as possible.

The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Basket flew out directly, and the purple epiphany of the Three Realms suddenly bloomed.

It was an endless calamity, and the purple lightning was as bright as a star, just like countless purple fireworks, exploding in the night sky of the ghost city.

The magical book of life and death soared directly, and the gray light was fully displayed.

Mixed with the endless gray light was a blood-colored light, soaring into the sky, like a pillar of optimus.

The black peaks of the Netherworld Mountain are reflected. This is the Black Water Sanctuary, and the power of the Book of Life and Death is far superior to that of others.

Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Basket vs. Immortal Ghost Life and Death Book, this is at least the collision of two ancient heavenly treasures, and the power can collapse time and space.

The Great Perfection of the Flying Tribulation Realm is against the Wind Tribulation Upper Realm!

This was the first battle of the Sea Desolate Shenzhou after the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower Rebellion. Back then, only the Taihuangmen vs. Ziyou City had such a grand scene.

That kind of liliang is hardly something that words can describe.

Air waves and electric rays, water ripples and light waves, such as the sky covering, such as the ups and downs of the sea!

"Boom-" The many palaces of the Ten Thousand Saints Palace collapsed with a bang, rolling up the dust in the sky, and countless green lights scattered in all directions. The statues of the gods enshrined in the Palace of All Saints were all shattered.

The power of those beliefs turned directly into streamers and went straight to Yu'er's staff.

The Ten Thousand Saints Palace of the Immortal Ghost Sect, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine palaces blessed with runic spells were directly reduced to ruins.

Countless monks below the soul level, no matter which sect or sect, were directly killed in an instant, and those who were able to escape from their spiritual hearts were already considered lucky.

At the critical moment of Zuihou, the entire ghost town roared and trembled.

One hundred and eight black rays suddenly flew out from the city wall, and countless runes in the void were intertwined and shining.

Sanctuary Ghost Town, the Great Protective Array Opens!

In this legend, the great array that had been blessed by the Ghost Venerable finally blocked the aftermath of the two great calamities and the two great anti-heaven magic weapons, so that this city that had been inherited for countless thousands of years was spared!

Otherwise, the entire ghost city will probably become a dead city like the former White City in the north.

In the book of life and death, more than 10,000 monks of the Immortal Ghost Sect were drained and directly dissipated.

Granny Thousand Flowers and the Ghost Saint are in the center of Liliang.

Endless whirlpools rolled up, and Granny Qianhua's white hair was scattered in the hurricane, and she was hunting in red robes, and her wrinkled face was full of murderous energy.

The ghost saint's black robe swayed, and the hat on his head had been completely knocked off, revealing an extremely strange face.

That face, half of the human face, was full of magic scars, and the other half had already turned into a white skeleton, without a trace of flesh and blood.

However, whether it was the eyes on the human face or the black hole on the skeleton's face, they all emitted a faint green glow.

Ghost Saint, I don't know what kind of past it was, it was actually like this. Like a ghost, with such a face, it's no wonder that he wants to wear a hat on his head.

Liliang in the void is still climbing, raging!

"Boom-woo-"

Those liliang collided again, blowing a hurricane-like whirlpool, hundreds of feet high. But there were still a few monks in the field, on the periphery of Liliang, who did not retreat at all.

The black and white priest of the Immortal Ghost Sect, Yu'er, and one other person is actually the sect master of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

The Immortal Ghost Sect Sect Master, dressed in a big coat and covered his head in a black robe, could not see his form and appearance at all.

At this time, he is the most mysterious person in the entire field, but it is a pity that at this moment, the black and white priests have not paid attention to him at all.

Wen Muran and Xiao Luo were also waiting on the periphery of Liliang. Sandpiper and clam compete with each other, they just want to be fishermen. However, at this time, Wen Muran suddenly looked up at the void, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"The Ziyou ban, in the face of great temptation, is also a piece of waste paper!"

Xiao Luo's heavenly eyes had already opened most of them at this time, and his eyes were glowing with white light, and he glanced up at the high sky.

It's just that with his cultivation and Heavenly Eye, he can only vaguely sense that there are a few extremely powerful auras, and they are already approaching.

"Robbery?" Xiao Luo raised his eyebrows.

"Above the scattered souls, you are not allowed to cross the domain! This time, many robberies have violated the order, how do I think of Purple Hidden City? Do you really dare to kill these few robberies? The sea is in chaos, and I am too desolate to make a comeback!" Wen Muran said coldly.

Revival is too wild, this is his long-cherished wish for nearly 10,000 years.

In the zaijian field, there has been a slight change.

The whirlpool of robbery power, spinning endlessly, consumes a huge amount of liliang.

"Wow-" Even though the ghost saint has the help of life and death, his cultivation in the realm is still a little worse. Suddenly, his body shook, spurted a mouthful of blood, and almost stood unsteadily.

"Hmm!" Granny Qianhua also frowned, after all, the Liliang she was facing was all the monks of the Ghost Saint and the Immortal Ghost Sect, and her face was also a little pale.

The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Basket and the Book of Life and Death are still facing each other in the void, and they seem to be comparable.

Granny Thousand Flowers and the Ghost Saint both sensed that the aura of those powers in the void was getting closer and closer, and it was a common idea for the two of them to kill each other before the powers of these friends and foes came.

"Town!"

"Kill!" The two of them, almost at the same time, changed the seal in their hands, and they were all doing zuihou fighting.

"Boom, boom—"

At this time, it was almost impossible to see what the magic of the ghost saint and the mother-in-law of Qianhua was.

Only the raging Liliang rushed straight to the sky! Only the endless killing intent swept like the wind.

The red robe is like blood, and the black robe is like ink. The void is full of images of Granny Thousand Flowers and the Ghost Saint.

The third collision, endless air waves, rolling like clouds.

The entire Halloween Palace has long been razed to the ground, and there is no pavilion in sight. This piece of the foundation of the Immortal Ghost Sect was almost reduced to ashes.

Cangwu Building, Zuihou collapsed.

The soul cards of many monks above the Immortal Ghost Sect's soul realm flew out directly.

Some of them collapsed directly, which means that this monk has died, they may have been drained of their soul power by the Life and Death Book, or they may have died in the aftermath of the battle between Granny Thousand Flowers and the Ghost Saint, and there is no conclusion.

Some soul cards went directly to the back mountain of the Netherworld, and the Netherworld Mountain did not fall, and the Immortal Ghost Sect was naturally immortal.

However, no matter what the outcome of this battle was, the Immortal Ghost Sect had already suffered a great loss of vitality.

(I've been busy in the last few days, and I'm in a hurry, which is a bit rough, so forgive me.) 128397852 Shanhe has built a readership, and those who read this book and are interested in their brothers and sisters, add it! Hehe. I don't know how many people there are! Give some motivation, hehe!)