The green mang in Murong Haiqing's hand spread out and passed directly into Amu's eyebrows. Countless tadpole-like runes poured into Amu's mind, and that was the Canghai Immortal Technique-Canghai Vientiane Technique.

"The three ancient streams are endless! The secret of the sea is the root of all the spells of my ancient streams. Master asked me to pass on your behalf to help you improve your cultivation. In the future, Master will pass on everything you have in the sea again. Murong Hai Qingdao.

"Senior sister, thank you Uncle on my behalf, but what I have learned is so complicated, and the laws are pressing, will they conflict with each other?"

"No!" Murong Haiqing shook his head, "The Ten Thousand Senses of the Sea, which is divided into nine layers, is actually the most suitable for fusing many spells on your body. The sea is endless, and it will allow you to practice many spells to merge and coexist, and all things will become one. ”

Amu nodded, the Canghai Immortal Technique is placed in the Three Realms, and it must be a first-class technique.

Descendants of the sea!

The secret of the sea in Amu's mind naturally made Amu happy, but it also made Amu truly aware of the heavy responsibility.

"There is nothing else to do! On the trip to the Brahma Temple, the senior brother is in the light, and I am in the dark! Everything can be assured. With that, Murong Hai waved his hand, and the enchantment dispersed. Her figure gradually dissipated with the white mist.

Murong Haiqing disappeared into the house, and Amu's consciousness dispersed, but he didn't feel Murong Haiqing's existence at all, but Amu knew that she was close to him.

The body of the Nine Yins!

Amu felt embarrassed in his heart, he was really a little unqualified as a senior brother.

Amu exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and everything Murong Haiqing said when he suddenly appeared had a great impact on him.

Sitting cross-legged and meditating on the bed, Amu needs to carefully digest everything he has just done.

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At this time, Amu was sitting in the house, and Murong Haiqing was already in the void. A faint white mist followed her like a shadow, like a dream, in fact, almost everyone didn't feel her presence now.

In the night, the entire Donglai Inn emitted a faint purple glow. Endless aura, emanating out, but definitely not outside the inn.

"Purple Qi from the East! This Donglai Inn is really unusual. Murong Haiqing looked at the purple qi in the night and frowned slightly. Murong Haiqing always felt that this Donglai Inn was likely to be an industry in the Promised Land.

The bitter sea is in the east, and the attitude of the owner of this shopkeeper can also explain some problems.

At this time, more than ten zhang away, in the void of the courtyard on the other side, there was a woman in green with an umbrella during the day.

The blue and white oil-paper umbrella must cover the face of the woman in green even in the night.

The entire oil-paper umbrella emitted a faint blue-white light, covering the woman in green in it.

"Descendants of the sea?" Under the oil-paper umbrella, a rather pleasant and beautiful voice sounded, and it was obvious that the woman in green was talking to Murong Haiqing.

"Descendants of the Promised Land?" Murong Haiqing did not answer the question of the woman in green, but asked coldly.

In fact, such a rhetorical question is enough to show Murong Haiqing's identity, because the characters who know the existence of the Paradise Ancient Stream, there are few people to talk about in the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture.

"Fortunately!" the woman in green under the oil-paper umbrella seemed to smile.

Murong Haiqing was speechless, her attitude towards the woman in green was much colder than towards Amu.

If, Amu could see Murong Haiqing at this time, then he would definitely think that Murong Haiqing's lukewarm treatment towards him at the beginning just now was already enthusiastic.

"You don't seem to like my Paradise Guliu people very much?" didn't hear Murong Haiqing's words, the green-clothed woman with the oil-paper umbrella couldn't help but say something again.

"I don't like it or not!" Murong Hai said coldly, "It's just that the people of the Paradise Ancient Stream are far away from the people of the sea, and they are always haode!"

"Oh?" the woman in green chuckled, and then said slowly, "The past between the ancestors of countless thousands of years ago may never have the truth!

"The ancient flow of the sea is, but I hope the land of happiness is too!" Murong Haiqing sneered, "However, you stay away from my senior brother! Because, tonight because he broke the seal again because of you, you must be one of the eight sufferings, and you can't ask for it." ”

After speaking, Murong Haiqing didn't wait for the woman in green to say anything, with a wave of one hand, the white mist dissipated, and disappeared without a trace.

The woman in green holding an oil-paper umbrella stood quietly in the void, as if looking in the direction of Amu. She understood that in a sense, Murong Haiqing's attitude towards her might be normal.

"I can't ask for it! I can't ask for it, two hundred years!" the woman in green muttered to herself, and then sighed slightly, the blue and white light around her gently fluctuating.

"Miss, it's late at night!" I don't know when, the white-clothed mother-in-law was already standing behind the woman in green, hunched up.

"Got it!" the woman in green's voice was a little unhappy.

In fact, for monks like them, it doesn't matter whether the night is deep or not, and the white-clothed mother-in-law is just reminding herself.

How could the woman in green not understand? The blue light flashed on the ancient umbrella, and she disappeared directly.

The white-clothed mother-in-law looked at the courtyard where Amu lived, and the look in her eyes was a little complicated.

"There is no end to the sea of suffering, and there is no need to worry about the happy land! If this is the case, it would be great, but cause and effect cannot escape!" the white-clothed mother-in-law sighed, and then disappeared into the night with the woman in green.

Donglai Inn, the faint purple light is still there, but it seems to be a sleepless night.

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The east wants to know, and Amu wakes up from Tuna.

The feeling of the middle level of the Spirit Saint is different, at this time, in Amu's Danhai, the golden Buddha qi is extremely full, and the faint black qi is also swimming in the Buddha qi, but there is no discomfort at all.

Amu felt a hundred times more energetic and very comfortable.

At this time, Amu finally had the opportunity to check the items in the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet.

The consciousness swept away, and everything was there.

The more important things are the soul gathering bottle containing the souls of 999 villagers in Liuzhen, the 100,000 silver-level spirit coins obtained from the Yun family's spirit coin shop, and the jade slips of the Yun family's spirit coin store that can also be retrieved and exchanged on the sea wasteland.

In addition, there is also half a pot of Seven Star Bitter Dew, which is the best immortal brew that can quickly recover liliang.

The swarthy Demon Lang Ling was scattered with magic light.

Amu secretly said in his heart: "I don't know if there is a demon servant who can borrow Liliang on the East Ridge? ”

However, the Blue Devil is the number one demon in the Sea Wilderness, and he is known to be the one who can always stand by the side of the Demon Lang. Above the sea wilderness, it is estimated that it is impossible to have a demon servant who can surpass him.

In one corner of the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet, a small beast shrunk into a spherical shape was sleeping soundly, and it was the Ancient Beast of the Desolate Soul.

"Hmm, this guy won't sleep for more than two hundred years, right?" In the battle of the Immortal Ghost Sect back then, the little guy was injured and exhausted, and then he was put away by Amu.

However, Amu saw that the desolate soul beast had gained a lot of weight, and his realm seemed to have been greatly improved, but he didn't know when he would wake up.

There are other bits and pieces of magic weapons, and there is no shortage of them. And a portrait in the other corner was held in Amu's hand.

There is an inexplicable liliang in the portrait, and the background of the picture is a gray mist, and the location appears to be a cliff. In the picture, standing in the wind is a tall woman, as if looking into the distance. Purple-clothed hunting, the woman wears a hideous ghost mask.

"Shen Yan!" Amu's eyebrows tightened.

Amu didn't remember where this portrait came from at all, and there was actually a portrait of Shen Yan in his Qiankun Ruyi bracelet.

"What kind of past did Shen Yan have with him?" As soon as he thought about this, there was a heart-piercing pain in the center of Amu's eyebrows, which went straight into his mind, making Amu have to stop thinking.

"Alas!" Amu sighed, but he believed that one day he would remember everything.

There is no shortage of things in the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet, and Amu included all the things in the green cloth bag prepared by Ya'er into the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet, including the magical dagger.

Amu didn't expect that this magical magic weapon of unknown rank did not refuse to enter like the black rattan and the remnants of the coffin back then.

Ten thousand demon bells, Amu was still hanging on his waist and was not put away. In Dongling, to deal with the demon clan, this ten thousand demon bells are definitely a killing weapon.

It's just that when Amu was sorting things out, he took out the three black bird feathers that the crow gave him from his arms.

These three black bird feathers were given to Amu by the crow to save his life when he was parting on the shore of the bitter sea.

However, Amu didn't use any of them. One is that there is no suitable opportunity, and the other is that Amu will not let the demon body of the crow come to the danger.

It's just that the situation in Dongling is tense now, and I don't know what happened to the crows? The attitude of the Wu people has always been very interesting.

Amu was still very worried about the crow, thinking of this, Amu shook his hand and called softly: "Crow!"

In the zaijian void, the black feather instantly burned into a black smoke, and then a water pattern appeared in the black smoke, resembling a magic circle.