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The sound of killing shook the sky and howled. This is a different kind of battle, because the two sides of the battle are dead souls, and the location of the battle is the ghost world. Against the commanders of both sides, Amu and the Netherworld Ghost General, neither of them moved, and seemed to be watching as outsiders.

It's just that, theoretically, this time it's the Netherghost who will have the upper hand, because he's completely out of the way. And Amu is actually using his magic sense to control those souls with all his might.

Groups of ghost soldiers fell, but the ghost generals didn't show the slightest expression. In fact, in the Netherworld Realm, these soldiers will be completely resurrected as long as they wait a while. Naturally, the ghost will not have to worry about all this.

Moreover, at this time, the Netherworld Ghost General has already been subdued by Amu's methods.

The Ancient War Spirit is no stranger to the Netherworld Ghost General. In terms of combat power, the Ancient War Spirit is only slightly inferior to the Nether Ghost General.

Without the help of the ghost soldiers, it would be absolutely impossible for this Nether Ghost to deal with the twenty Ancient War Spirits alone. In other words, he is definitely not Amu's opponent.

What kind of monk is this?

Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself. Even though the Bloody Battle Soul and the Ancient War Spirit were invincible, Amu's other battle spirits couldn't stop the tide of ghost soldiers.

In just half an hour, Amu's thousand souls, and the souls below the spirit realm were all wiped out, and the souls that Shen Yan gave Amu back then were not of high level after all, and now there are less than a hundred left, but fortunately, the Desolate Soul Battle Soul has not been lost.

And of the 10,000 elite ghost soldiers, there are still 3,000 left, but they are just murderous.

If this battle is in the Yang world, it must be a river of blood and a mountain of bones.

Even in this netherworld ghost world, green smoke is rising, and ghosts are crying wolves. Thousands of spells, thousands of battles. At this moment, this Huangquan Road is already a hell on earth, the field of Shura.

At this time, the ghost of Zaijian shook the halberd in his hand. The three thousand ghost soldiers suddenly changed their formation and formed a circle, surrounding Amu and his battle spirits.

It's just that these ghost soldiers suddenly put away the halberds in their hands, and they didn't mean to attack again.

"Oh!" Amu's heart moved, and those battle spirits suddenly retracted their spells and stood on the spot.

The ghost will look at Amu and say, "Are you still fighting?"

"Whatever you want!" Amu smiled faintly as he looked at the ghost.

"Let's fight!" The ghost general laughed, and the halberd in his hand shook again, and a gust of wind rose, and the black fog rose in the sky, and the remaining three thousand ghost soldiers disappeared in an instant.

When Amu saw it, his mind moved, and those souls disappeared without a trace in an instant.

On the Huangquan Road, the ghost ghost will stand opposite to Amu, and at this time, no one has the intention of making another move.

"There's no need to fight to the death, even in this Netherworld Ghost Realm, I'm not your opponent!"

The Wraith's will sigh.

"Not necessarily!" Amu laughed, "I know you must have other unfinished means!"

The Netherworld shook his head, noncommittal.

Then, Zaijian put one hand on his ghost mask and said, "You can pass me!"

"Thank you!" Amu clenched his fist at the ghost.

"Make a friend, the moment you see my face, you can go back to the bottom of the Netherworld! Remember that I am called the Ghost General...... East...... Thirty-three!"

I don't know Weishenme, when I said my name, the voice of the ghost general was suddenly full of sadness, and he wanted to stop talking.

The Wraith will remove the mask with one hand, revealing his true face.

It was an extremely delicate face, with the handsomeness and pride of a man, as if this should not be a ghost general in the netherworld, but the slightly pale face and the tattoo on the ghost face at the center of his eyebrows marked his identity.

The moment he saw this face, Amu suddenly felt that this man's appearance was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

However, the ghost general didn't give Amu much time to remember.

"However, the Sansheng Stone by the bridge can understand the antecedents, and can break the past and present lives! The third level of the Netherworld and Hell, you have to be careful!" The ghost general Thirty-three's face began to blur, and his voice also floated.

There seemed to be darkness in Amu's eyes, and when everything was clear again, Amu was already standing at the edge of a water.

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The sound of "whooshing" water is in my ears, and it is the Yellow Spring.

A stone bridge is right in front of you.

Although the opposite side is a little hazy, the dark mountain is close at hand.

Amu knew that he had already passed Huangquan Road, and now it was by the Nai He Bridge, which was the Zuihou level of the three levels of hell.

When Amu looked at the Nai He Bridge from afar, he became aware of the ancient and floating atmosphere emanating from the Nai He Bridge.

At this time, standing at the head of the bridge, the black and white stone bridge is like yin and yang, like two worlds.

On the stone tablet at the head of the bridge, the ancient seal is written in large characters "Naihe", exuding a gray and faint light.

The Nai He Bridge at the foot of the Ghost Mountain seems to be a little different from what Amu had heard before.

Amu once remembered a poem: Life and death are all the way to the Yellow Spring, and the lonely shadow wanders and the soul gradually disappears. Looking at the past of Sansheng Stone, I crossed the Nai He Bridge today.

There have been many bizarre legends about the Nai He Bridge, and the appearance of the Nai He Bridge in front of you seems to be different from the legend.

Amu stood at the head of the bridge and stared.

Why don't you see the mother-in-law holding the bitter soup?

But thinking of this, Amu couldn't help but sigh, and then laughed dumbly.

The Immortal Ghost Sect's Nai He Bridge is just a barrier in front of hell, and it is really ridiculous that he is obsessed with the relationship with the Nai He Bridge in the underworld.

After this level, you can see that hell is real.

At this time, Amu paid more attention to the bluestone standing on the side of the bridge.

The bluestone was as smooth as a mirror, and at first glance, it was really very similar to the Three Realms Forgetting Worries Stone in Amu Demon's coffin.

What is that?

Amu glanced at the bluestone, but suddenly found that something seemed to be moving inside the bluestone.

That's a dagger! uh, what a familiar dagger!

A door suddenly opened in Amu's mind, and memories poured in like a tide, and those memories that Amu almost faded.

That's right! It was a dagger, and it was Amu's favorite dagger in his previous life. It has been more than sixty years since Amu came to this shijie to have memories.

Cultivating immortals is cultivating oneself, and Amu sometimes treats his past life as an illusory dream.

Like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, that is the original me.

Amu was a killer in his previous life, and he was definitely a ruthless killer.

At this time, on the bluestone, it was like watching a movie, showing all kinds of fights in Amu's previous life.

It's an extremely dreamlike feeling, Amu's appearance doesn't seem to be the same, but the murderous aura is the same.

One by one, fresh lives are being harvested by Amu. On that dagger, the cold light was clear.

Once, in order to complete the task, Amu killed 122 people in a row, and his clothes were soaked with blood. He himself is also nine deaths.

In Amu's previous life, he spent his whole life killing.

It's just that Zuihou failed a mission, Amu was attacked by someone, and an army pierced the front heart. At this time, Amu in the bluestone was slowly closing his eyes, and blood was like a pillar, sprinkled all over his heart.

At that moment, there was no pain, because it was just a moment, and Amu's soul had already flown away.

In fact, in the memory of Amu's life, when he opened his eyes again, it was the dense fairy energy, the flying bird, and now Amu doesn't know where the place in that memory is.

At this time, Amu remembered the words of the ghost general of the underworld.

"However, the three-life stone on the side of the bridge can understand the antecedents and break the past and present lives!"

Is this really a three-life stone? On this bluestone, can you really see through the fate of the third world?

But whether you believe it or not, everything shown on the mirror at this time is definitely Amu's previous life.

Zuihou, that dagger, fell into the sea.

In Amu's thoughts, the second picture on the bluestone should be the dense fairy energy and the flying bird.

However, what was shown on that screen was a dark shijie.

Where is that?

The black fog is misty, and the true face is not visible.

After a while, Amu saw countless buildings faintly visible in the black mist. It was a city, and countless people were lining up to enter, and there were many soldiers who were whipping them away.

The ghost fire is extinguished, revealing the two big characters on the city - Xudu!

"Well, how could it be here?" Amu was at a loss.

The next scene is actually a battle.

Countless ghost soldiers, overwhelming, war drums, flags hunting. The two ghosts will face off in front of the battle.

One of the ghost generals wore a silver mask and held a quaint war knife in his hand. The other ghost general is holding a black halberd.

"Ghost general thirty-three?" Amu was stunned. However, after a closer look, Amu found that the ghost general holding the black halberd was only quite similar in appearance to the ghost general Thirty-three, but he was not alone.

The two armies faced each other, suffered heavy casualties, and I don't know how many ghost soldiers turned into smoke and dissipated.

However, the two ghosts will not be moved, but will stand opposite each other from a distance.

It seems that they are all waiting for the most haode opportunity.

moved, in what seemed the most unlikely moment.

The two ghost generals shot at the same time, and the quaint war knife directly hit the black halberd, and the sparks splashed everywhere, regardless of superiority.

The sword light and halberd shadow, the two ghost generals stood in one place, and there was a thick black fog everywhere.

Zuihou turned, the black halberd fell from the sky, the quaint long knife outward, and at the same time, the ghost with the silver mask pulled a dagger out from under the long knife.

"Poof-" Although there was no sound on the bluestone mirror, Amu could feel it.

This knife directly cut off the head of the ghost general holding the halberd. The green smoke disperses, and the ghost will disappear directly.

"Haha-" The ghost with the silver mask will look up to the sky.

That dagger was exactly the same as the dagger in Amu's previous life.

What does this portend?

At this time, Amu was completely intoxicated by the mirror image of the bluestone.

Before Amudor could think of anything, the picture in the mirror changed again.

It is a mountain village, green mountains and green waters, and a paradise.

Three or five children, driving scalpers. It was an afternoon, a clear and windless afternoon.

An old monk, who appeared at some point, suddenly stood at the entrance of the village.

On a sunny day, the old monk actually went up and down his body, showing a faint Buddha light.

He beckoned softly, and a boy of seven or eight years old ran over.

The old monk smiled kindly at the little boy and touched the boy's hair.

I saw that the little boy's hair fell off in an instant, and then the boy took out a dagger from his arms and handed it to a companion beside him.

The old monk had nothing, looked at the dagger with a smile, then took the little boy's hand and headed straight to the east.