Amu called the Jiangxue Pavilion, but the Jiangxue Pavilion was silent. However, the silence of the Jiangxue Pavilion was slightly different from that of the Northern Han Sect. Jiangxue Pavilion is still able to send new Spirit Realm cultivators, but the strong combat power shown by the battle between Amu and Dongfang Huan has already discouraged everyone in Jiangxue Pavilion.

At this time, although all the monks of Jiangxue Pavilion were filled with righteous indignation, they were all subdued by Amu's combat power. The bodies of the three Spirit Realm cultivators had already been silently recovered.

Up to now, Dabi is no longer a simple competition, but a life-and-death struggle. No matter who comes to power, they must be prepared to destroy the soul.

"Demon Cultivator!"

Just now, Amu's black and red eyes appeared, and the demonic aura was rampant, who would dare to end up! Regarding the demonic cultivation, there are still many strange legends circulating in the sea wilderness.

No one thought that there was actually a demon cultivator in the Northern Cold Sect.

Li Xue basically calmed down at this time, glanced around, and knew that there was no need for Jiangxue Pavilion to take the stage again. If you go up, you will be sent to death, and even Dongfang Huan can't be defeated, who can fight in Jiangxue Pavilion?

"Jiangxue Pavilion has already finished six Spirit Realm cultivators, there is no need to fight again!Jiangxue Pavilion is watching the battle between the Northern Han Sect and the Heavenly Desolate Gate!" "Lord Li Xue is worthy of being the Pavilion Master of the Jiangxue Pavilion, after a change, he was able to calm down so quickly, his words were not leaky, and he directly pushed the Heavenly Desolate Sect to the front.

Jiangxue Pavilion has suffered heavy losses, and the Heavenly Desolate Gate has been watching from the wall, and it is time to try the Tianhuang Gate War.

When the monks of the Heavenly Desolate Gate heard Lord Li Xue's answer, they couldn't help but sneer in their hearts.

The Heavenly Desolate Sect, although it overwhelmed the Jiangxue Pavilion and the Northern Han Sect, there were many spiritual-level monks. However, Fang Dongfang Huan raised his cultivation to the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Saint Initial Stage, holding the immortal treasure in his hand, and he didn't even scratch Amu's flesh and skin.

Unless the Heavenly Desolate Sect sends out monks from the hidden world, who can defeat these monks who came to the scene? Aren't they all the souls of Amu's subordinates.

Therefore, the monks of the Heavenly Desolate Gate secretly hated Li Xuezhu's words.

"Tianhuangmen, who will fight?" Since Master Li Xue no longer sent people, Amu sneered, and had no choice but to turn around and make an appointment to fight at Tianhuangmen.

According to the rules of the three factions, there are at least five spirit realms in the Heavenly Desolate Gate who need to appear.

At this time, in such a situation, the monks of the Heavenly Desolate Gate were waiting for the black-robed man in the center to speak. At this time, everyone was in danger, especially a few high-level cultivators, for fear that the black-robed man would let him appear by name.

At this time, Amu also saw the handsome and bewitching black-robed monk sitting in the middle of the Heavenly Desolate Gate. And Fang Cai Amu has been paying attention to the direction of Jiangxue Pavilion and has not paid attention to here.

At this moment, the moment he suddenly saw the black-robed monk, Amu's body suddenly tightened.

"Ahem, ahem!" The black-robed monk was also looking at Amu at this time, and then coughed suddenly.

In an instant, Amu's spiritual heart was almost lost, and the black rattan almost flew out directly.

"Demon cultivation is falling!" Amu was shocked in his heart.

The black-robed man in the Heavenly Desolate Gate, except for a black robe, was clearly the most powerful enemy that Amu had encountered in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, the mysterious white-clothed demon cultivator.

If it is said that since Amu cultivated immortals, the most dangerous enemy for Amu was that demon cultivator. That kind of feeling, even the three elders of the Yujian Immortal Ghost Sect had never felt like that later.

"That's not right!" But suddenly Amu's heart moved, because he couldn't feel the slightest demonic aura on the black-robed man, if the other party was really a demon cultivator, Amu couldn't have not felt the slightest sense.

"He's not Xiao Luo!" Amu frowned slightly, calming down.

There are two people who are so similar to each other on this shijie, even including such a handsome and bewitching appearance and the stubborn illness that can't stop coughing. One black and one white, these two people are almost a black and white mirror image.

"Northern Han Demon Cultivator, look up for a long time!" the black-robed man stopped coughing and clasped his fist at Amu. In fact, it was the first time he had heard of Amu's name, and the so-called long-term admiration was purely polite.

However, the black-robed man said such a thing, which felt extremely strange to Amu.

Amu looked at the black-robed monk coldly, did not speak, and always had an extremely ridiculous feeling in his heart. He knew that the black-robed man in front of him was by no means Xiao Luo, and it was definitely the first time for the two of them to meet.

But Xiao Luo was too impressed by Amu at the beginning, looking at this person who was exactly the same as Xiao Luo, how could Amu not have a ridiculous feeling?

What does this black-robed man have to do with that demon cultivator?

"In Xia Murong Huang, now he is the young master of the Heavenly Desolate Sect!" the black-robed man didn't seem to care about Amu's indifferent performance.

"Disrespectful!" Amuro clenched his fists.

At this time, Bai Yifeng of the Northern Han Sect frowned, this was the first time he had heard the black-robed man report his identity and surname. In the past three days, all the affairs of the Heavenly Desolate Gate have been handled by the black-clothed elder of the Supreme Spirit High Rank under the black-robed man's seat.

Dongfang Huan, who walked from an oriental family, is now a mysterious Murong Huang.

"It seems that the three major immortal gates of the Northern Wilderness are all deeply hidden!" Bai Yifeng smiled bitterly in his heart.

Bai Yifeng has never heard of the name of Murong Huang, the young master of the Tianhuang Gate, and the current head of the Tianhuang Gate, Mu Huangzi, has never heard that he has an heir. This young master of the Heavenly Desolate Gate came out of thin air, it was really strange.

However, the monks under Murong Huang are all monks from the authentic Tianhuang Sect, and several elders who led the team also participated in the last three-faction competition.

What's more, Bai Yifeng can't see through the cultivation of this black-robed man, with Bai Yifeng's current cultivation, unless it is a special physique like Amu, then he can't see through it, so the cultivation should be in the soul realm.

This is incredible, for thousands of years, there have been no soul-level monks in the three sects. If among the three factions, there is a soul-level cultivator on which side, then there is no doubt that it is the one who holds the bull's ear of the three factions. The balance between the three factions is long overdue.

"The Demon Cultivation Technique of the Northern Han Sect is overwhelming, and the Palace Master of the Blood Moon Palace of the Jiangxue Pavilion is not your opponent. After drinking, the three spiritual realm cultivators died violently. I can only admire below, Tianhuangmen has no strength to fight again, the spiritual realm is competing, and Tianhuangmen abstains and admits defeat!"

The black-robed monk spoke unquickly and quietly. But it's neat and neat, and it doesn't drag the mud and water at all.

"Wow-" This three-faction competition is really a climax.

You must know that Bai Yifeng wanted to abstain and admit defeat, but he struggled and suffered for a long time before making a decision. And Tianhuangmen actually admitted defeat so easily?

This was a big surprise to the Jiangxue Pavilion and the Northern Han Sect.

Before Amu appeared, no one doubted that the three factions of this year's big competition, the first was still the Heavenly Desolate Gate. The strength of the Heavenly Desolate Gate is there, and no one can deny it.

But as soon as Amu came out, he overwhelmed the audience, and no one dared to play again. But Tianhuangmen is so clean and neat, and it is the first time in the three factions competition in the past 10,000 years that it admits defeat without the slightest hesitation and dispute.

Hearing Murong Huang admit defeat, a hint of strange color flashed in the eyes of the monks of the Heavenly Desolate Sect, and the cheeks of the two elders were tense, and there seemed to be too much unwillingness in their eyes.

But up and down the Tianhuang Gate, no one dared to ask, and no one dared to question Murong Huang's decision.

"Mortal?" Suddenly, Amu was the first to feel the problem, which made the sense of absurdity that he had just felt even heavier.

After Murong Huang said a few words, he didn't have the breath that a monk should have, and he didn't speak loudly, and his qi was insufficient. In other words, this Murong Huang is not only a mortal, but also a mortal with a very weak body and a stubborn illness.

Isn't it too crazy for a mortal to sit on top of many spirit-level monks, and these spirit-level monks should only look at their horses.

"Master, Wang Jue, a mortal of that level?" Amu felt even more ridiculous in his heart. However, he was quickly vetoed, believing that Master Wang Jue was definitely a unique mortal.

Bai Yifeng also sensed that something was wrong at this time, but he couldn't believe it at all. The black-robed man of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, who had always made him feel unfathomable, was actually a mortal.

Everyone hadn't recovered from the shock from Murong Huang's words of admitting defeat, and they heard Murong Huang say again: "The three factions of the Spirit Realm are in a big competition. My Heavenly Desolate Sect thinks that the Northern Han Sect is the first, and this Brother Amu is the leader of the Spirit Realm! I don't know, what is Li Ge's idea?"

The Pavilion Master of the Jiangxue Pavilion, Lord Li Xue, snorted coldly and said, "Young Master Murong, what you said is extremely true!"

"That's very good!" Murong Huang smiled slightly, "In that case, I watched this spiritual realm competition, and it was over! Those rewards should belong to this Brother Amu!"

As soon as he said this, a monk from the Northern Han Sect who was in charge of the ceremony might as well look at Bai Yifeng. Seeing Bai Yifeng nodding, he hurriedly held a white jade tray and came to Amu.

On this white jade tray, a storage bag contained 100,000 bronze-level spirit coins, a high-grade spirit treasure flying sword, and a spirit-level elixir.

As for these three rewards, they are dispensable for Amu.

The Northern Han Monk of Amu Chong nodded and said, "Please send Brother Dao to Tianzi Peak for me for safekeeping!"

The monk smiled and nodded.

Amu looked at Murong Huang coldly, he knew that this Murong Huang was by no means simple, and there would be a future.

Sure enough, Zaijian Murong Huang glanced at the audience, this glance, there was no monk's aura, but the faint gaze in his eyes was unfathomable.

Murong Huang exuded a kingly aura at this time.

Hearing Murong Huang speak: "Everyone, according to the usual practice, the competition between the cultivation and spirit realms has been completed, and there should be an exhibition match! I see that it is getting late today, so it is better to compete again tomorrow! I still have monks from the Tianhuang Gate, I don't know what Pavilion Master Li and Sect Master Bai think?"

"Oh?" As soon as these words came out, the monks of the Jiangxue Pavilion and the Northern Han Sect were all shocked in their hearts.

It seems that this Murong Huang is really not a layman, and the spiritual realm admits defeat by retreating. It seems that he has put all of his treasure on the highest level of exhibition matches. In this way, the loss of Tianhuangmen is the smallest, and it also has a chance to turn around.

As long as Zuihou Tianhuangmen has a master to dominate the audience, it is still undeniably the first of the three factions.

Fighting again tomorrow is an obvious delaying tactic.

"It's really deceitful!" Amu sneered in his heart.

"Young Master Murong, what you said is reasonable!" Lord Li Xue naturally knew Murong Huang's thoughts, and was the first to express his position. Tomorrow, Jiangxue Pavilion will not send people to play again, but this will not affect Li Xuezhu to see the good show of Tianhuangmen and the Northern Han Sect.

Bai Yifeng glanced at Amu, and when he saw Amu nodding slightly, he also said: "Since this is the case, it will be according to the meaning of Young Master Murong!

"Okay!" Murong Huang heard this, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After watching the one-day battle, the cultivators of the Northern Wilderness were also relieved. After all, the big competition on this day was too ups and downs, and it was too bloody.