Wangsoul Ancient Garden, magical ancient well.

Blood Soul Guard, Red Night Blood Moon, and at the same time, the power of the immortal-level blood soul is scattered in the void.

It seemed to be a special method of unsealing, and for a moment the vision rose sharply. In the magical ancient well, six colors of brilliance were emitted in an instant. The strange forbidden pattern at the bottom of the well trembled slightly, like the ice surface gradually turning into water waves.

The chill dispersed, and a round of blood moon gradually appeared in the water of the ancient well. Endless murderous aura revealed, that kind of scene, Amu and Lishui had seen it back then.

Goodbye, the six-colored light flows, and the water of the ancient well, the microwave ripples, and it keeps changing. In the six reincarnation lights, the Blood Moon Continent, the Long River of Lethe River, and the Temple Vortex appeared one by one.

Finally, in the ancient well, suddenly the red mangs were displayed, and an incomparably eerie ghost intent penetrated the void for thousands of years, as if it was rushing straight from the distant past.

That kind of power seems to come from the deepest part of the Blood Moon Continent.

Immediately, the red mangs gradually condensed. A blood-red coffin gradually appeared in the water streaks. The proud momentum of eternity, the eerie ghostly aura, the power is no less than the demon coffin, and even more on Amu's broken demon coffin.

"Ghost coffin!" Amu raised his eyebrows.

In the God King Chess Realm, Amu has inherited part of the memory of the God King of War, so when he sees it today, he can completely conclude that it is one of the nine coffins, and there is no doubt that it is a ghost coffin.

"Where the hell is the ghost coffin?" Amu instinctively asked himself, but naturally no one responded.

It's just that this time the shadow of the ghost coffin appeared, and it did not disperse, but was completely fixed in the ancient well. Because, at the moment when the Blood Soul Guard was sealed, the six reincarnation lights rose. A thing in Amu's arms floated directly on the ancient well.

桀桀桀――桀桀-

Creepy ghost screams, like crying and laughing. It reverberated throughout the Soul Ancient Garden, resounding throughout the Red Soul Continent. It was a laugh that Amu was all too familiar with.

In the void, the seven-colored brilliance skyrocketed, and it was the supreme ghost face left by Shen Yan.

Above the sea waste, Shen Yan died. That grimace has lost all its mana.

However, Amu has always regarded it as a relic of Shen Yan. Intimate storage. On the face of the Supreme Ghost God, a few strands of green silk still lingered with Shen Yan's fall.

One of the green silk is tied to the supreme ghost's face. The other end. It was wrapped around Amu's fingertips. It's just that the green silk has long been formless, just like the love silk between Amu and Shen Yan.

Not in the morning and twilight, but in the life and in the world.

And I don't know why. At this moment. The face of the supreme ghost suddenly shone brightly. You know, Amu was also next to the ancient well back then, but nothing happened.

At the same time, the entire Wangsoul Ancient Garden resonated with it, exuding a strange light.

The face of the supreme ghost and god floated on the ancient well. Seven colors of light. The ghost screams, as if summoning a qiē power. The entire Wangsoul Ancient Garden. Regardless of yin and yang, the front and back courtyards, those strange lights gradually converged.

It seemed to be the power of the Ghost Venerable, because for the first time, Amu felt the endless coercion. Although, because of the two coffins of gods and demons, Amu can still move, but the coercion is still extremely powerful.

At this time, if you change to an ordinary high-level celestial, I am afraid that you will be completely imprisoned and unable to move a bit.

Amu looked at the face of the supreme ghost god, and his heart moved slightly. Because, he felt that the supreme treasure handed down by the ghost venerable seemed to be awakening and restoring the power of the past.

Originally, the calm smiling face was hideous and terrifying, but the smile grew thicker.

At this time, the Red Night Blood Moon completely knelt at the mouth of the well. Although they had already served Amu as the master, the Blood Soul Guard naturally maintained their awe of the Supreme Ghost God's face and the awe of the Ghost Venerable.

The sound of the rueping continued, and the seven-colored light flowed all over the sky. The face of the supreme ghost god, the smile bursts into the sky, and the light soars into the sky.

Amu squinted his eyes and looked at the face of the Supreme Ghost God. Through the green silk of Shen Yan, Amu can be completely psychic with the face of the ghost god. Endless power, surging in the Supreme Ghost God Company, that is the power of the Ghost Venerable.

Although it may not be the strongest power of the Ghost Venerable, it is already extremely strong.

桀桀桀――桀桀-

With the sound of the ghostly laughter, the face of the Supreme Ghost finally fully awakened. A huge phantom figure floated over the entire Soul Garden.

Whew――

The face of the Supreme Ghost God turned into a streamer of light and flew directly towards Amu. The green silk swayed slightly, and Amu's heart moved. The face of the Supreme Ghost God was directly covered on his face.

The face of the supreme ghost god, the treasure of the ghost venerable, can actually be used by Amu as the main and used by Amu. Amu understood that it must be the power of Shen Yanqingsi.

And the moment he put on the face of the Supreme Ghost God, Amu felt that the world in his eyes was suddenly different.

The world is vast, and it is gray. It was as if Amu had traveled through time and space completely, looking at another world from afar and clearly.

However, Amu didn't know where and where it was.

In that world, the clouds and smoke are shrouded, and there is no high heaven in sight. However, the green mountains, the big rivers, and the forests are all in the distance. The green mountains are nameless, and the dense forests are unknown.

Only the rolling river, but it seems to be a forgotten river.

What kind of world is that? Amu asked himself.

At this time, in the void, one person and one rider broke into view.

A horse, with a whole body like ink, only a little snow white on its forehead. The Three Realms Divine Horse, with four hooves flying, stepping on auspicious clouds, galloping, is galloping in the void.

Long mane, hunting in the wind, vigorous posture, full of strength and beauty.

Horses are like dragons, and people are like gods.

The horse was a red knight.

It is covered with a red coat and dances in the wind. Wearing shiny silver soft armor inside, shiny white. In the knight's hand, he carried a black spear, the tip of the spear was sharp, and the black flowers flowed, as if it wanted to pierce the void.

It's just that the knight has a grimace mask with a slight smile on his face. However, there was too much killing intent in that smile.

At this time, it was the mirror image that Amu just saw, and he felt a murderous aura attacking his body, and he was cold all over his body.

"Shura spear, Supreme Ghost God Face, Ghost Venerable!" Amu couldn't help but gasp. This kind of ghost venerable is completely different from the red-robed ghost venerable in the Three Realms of drunkenness in the Netherworld Mountain, thousands of miles away.

However, no matter how time changes, the temperament of those Venerable Beings will never transform.

Galloping horses, Amu's perspective. Changing with the Ghost Venerable.

Riding horses and holding guns, good men probably hope that one day. Across the battlefield. The ghost venerable's horse is extremely fast, and in Amu's opinion, it is definitely no less than the speed of the desolate soul beast.

Fly over thousands of mountains, step on thousands of rivers, and walk through time.

In the haze, Amu felt that it seemed to be the Demon Continent that had not yet been broken. Because, the earth is round and the sky is round. The vastness is immense.

In the gray air, the black and white day finally showed a corner.

Ghost Zun Riding Horses. Straight to the East.

At this time, the sea of clouds in the east instantly showed endless cavalry.

Those cavalry, the armor is different. Each looks ugly. The face is hideous. They have a variety of mounts, but they are all extinct monsters.

Those cavalrymen, raising their arms and shouting, had a high fighting spirit, and had the feeling of sweeping and annexing a qiē. It seems to be the Shura realm, the oldest existence zài, and there is a hint of barbarism.

Ancient Asura Amu was shocked in his heart.

The memory of the God of War King is being inherited. There is a memory of the ancient asura, which is a little older than the ancient asura.

Ancient Asura. Gifted, the Three Realms do evil. They are said to be gods, but they do not have the good deeds of gods, and they have a resemblance to ghosts.

But if they are evil spirits, they have the power of God. They are said to be human beings, because they have the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, but they also have the power and viciousness of gods and evil spirits.

Therefore, they are not gods, ghosts, or people, and they are among gods, ghosts, and humans, calling themselves ancient asuras, and they are a race of their own in the three realms. The ancient Shura clan in the Demon Continent are actually all descendants of the ancient Asura.

The two armies lined up, but one side numbered more than 10,000 people, and the other side rode alone.

But at this time, the ghost venerable sat down and did not stop at all. As soon as the Shura spear was raised, the red-clothed black horse rushed directly into the ancient Asura formation.

That's a fight, and it's a slaughter!

The Shura spear is invincible and radiant. The ghost venerable spell is very weird, and the sky and the earth change color.

At this time, Amu has two coffins of gods and demons, and there is also a Buddha light and god to protect his body, and the ninefold dà of the heavenly immortals is complete, and one step is the original immortal.

However, Amu was still shaken by his eyes, and his heart was shaken. Those ancient assuras cannot be measured by the current realm. However, being able to stand in front of the Ghost Venerable is extremely strong and powerful.

Those ancient asuras, even if their heads have fallen, still have to fight until they are completely reduced to blood.

The ghost is invincible, but it is not easy to win.

On the day of black and white, it was rotated seven times before the battle ended. The land of the Demon Continent is full of rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.

The ghost venerable sat down on the divine horse, covered in blood, dressed in a red robe, and even more blood dripped. Only the black hair of the ghost venerable is still flying, and the spear in his hand is still moving forward.

Opposite him, there were eight hundred ancient asuras. That's the last warrior.

Boom-boom-boom-boom

Suddenly, the eight hundred ancient asuras dropped their mounts and fell to their knees in unison.

In the mirror, there was no sound, but Amu could feel their true bow to the Onizun. That's a real convincing! That's a willing offering!

In antiquity, perhaps there was no hatred. The most primitive one, worship only power!

The dark horse is red, and the ghost is invincible. Those ancient asuras, completely conquered.

Ghost Venerable nodded slightly, and then slowly withdrew the Shura spear, as if he didn't say anything. It's just that the spear is in the void, slowly paddling.

Take the sky as paper, the spear as the pen, and the blood as the ink.

Sitting on hundreds of millions of Shura, just for you to rule the country! Thirteen heaven-shattering red characters, like engraved in the sky of the Demon Continent, will not be extinguished for thousands of years.

That's a promise, that's an oath, that's also the meaning and belief of the red-clothed ghost to honor zài!

But who is this ghost venerable in red on the dark horse fighting for? Amu was puzzled in his heart.

Goodbye, the mirror image fluctuated, and the ghost venerable rode away on horseback. The remaining eight hundred ancient asuras, without saying anything, followed closely.

Time passes, and the river is forgotten. Black and white circulation, red-clothed ghosts, chasing the Demon Continent, winning the world of Shura.

Battles and battles. I don't know, how many Shura Gu clans knelt at the feet of the Ghost Venerable. I don't know how many beings in the Demon Continent died under the spear of Shura.

Dark horse, red, eight hundred comrades.

They stepped through the Demon Continent Continent, stepped through the ruthless years, changed the Demon Continent Shura Realm, and also changed themselves!

Only those thirteen words will not change through the ages!

Infinite sighs! Because, Amu saw the era of the ghost venerable, the world of the ghost venerable!

Ghost Venerable, definitely one of the greatest men in the Three Realms!(To be continued......

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