The seven peaks in the north of the town, except for the main peak and the north peak of the town, there is not a single monk on the other six peaks.

Once, Amu asked Painstaking Zi why none of the Northern Han monks in the north of the town had disappeared so cleanly.

Painstakingly's expression was extremely painful, looking at the fog in the north of the cold north, he was silent for a long time, and only after a long time did he reply "They were all dead seven thousand years ago", and then closed his eyes and were speechless.

After that, Amu never asked again. Amu knew that this was once the first seat of Zhenbei Peak, and he had been sitting for seven thousand years guarding the ancient demons, and he must have an unbearable past. Guarding the ancient demons, I'm afraid it's not just for the peace of the Northern Wilderness.

It's just that he didn't want to say it, so Amu didn't ask anymore.

At this time, Amu stood on the top of a peak, looking at the cold fog in the north, as if he wanted to see through the fog. In fact, in the past three years, whenever he felt tired, he would stare at the northern cold fog.

In fact, there was no end in sight to that vast fog, and only soul-level monks could cross it.

Although Amu's magic sense is powerful, it can't penetrate this strange fog area. When Amu stared at the fog, all that was reflected in his eyes was the vast fog, nothing.

But when Amu looked at the fog, he occasionally showed a knowing smile that was extremely rare in three years. Because, in Amu's heart, what he saw was not the fog, but the northern cold.

Lishui, Han Bingyi, even Bai Yifeng, Qianzang Zhenren, these people Amu will not forget. Especially Lishui and Han Bingyi, in the past three years, they, like Wang Jue and Yu'er, have been hiding in the warmest corner of Amu's heart, and Amu has suppressed his thoughts about them.

Standing with his hands in his hands, Amu's black robe was blown by the mountain wind, and the faint demonic energy naturally dispersed. Cultivating the high-level Great Perfection, even if Amu does not use black rattan and black wood at this time, he can also kill the monks who have reached the first level of the spirit with his extraordinary magic and magic sense.

Many of the spells in the "Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra", Amu has learned a lot. The Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Immortal Recipe is even more complete, and the monks below the spirit level, Amu can be killed in seconds.

As soon as his mind moved, black rattan and black wood emerged one after another, and the black flowers flowed, swirling and flying, they were Amu's biggest reliance.

And since the demon coffin appeared once three years ago, it has been silent in Amu's Danhai for three years, and there has been no movement. Sometimes, Amu Du felt that the magic coffin had disappeared in his body.

Holding the black rattan, Amu had a feeling of blood being born together, and looked at the black wood again, and the demonic intent on Amu's body was even better.

"Desolate Soul Secret Realm!Desolate Soul Essence!" Amu's eyes flashed with blood, he had been looking forward to this secret realm for three years, and he was bound to get the spirit of Desolate Soul.

"Wait for me to go back!" Amu gently stroked the black rattan with his hand, looked at the fog in the north of the cold north, and whispered to himself. It's just that I don't know who Amu said this sentence to? said it to Wang Jue and Yu'er, or is it from the water, cold and icy, or both!

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Seven days later, Amu was ready and stood on the north peak of the town again. The painstaking son is still sitting as before.

"Amu, are you ready?" Painstaking looked at the young man who had once made Painsin unable to see through it. Three years ago, if it weren't for the Northern Cold War, the remnants of the coffin turned into the shadow of the magic coffin, and the painstaking son didn't know Amu's identity.

And now, although Kuxinzi knows Amu's identity and can also see Amu's cultivation, sometimes Amu still gives him a feeling that he can't explain. This feeling seems to come from Amu's soul.

The body of a demonic cultivator that is rarely seen through the ages may still hide a lot of secrets!

"Ready!" Amu nodded slightly.

"Okay!" Ku Xinzi also nodded, then took off the black gourd on his waist and said "open". A stream of black gas poured out, and at the same time, a remnant soul opened its teeth and claws and appeared in the void.

"Fog Ghost Spirit!" Amu raised his eyebrows. This remnant soul is the remnant soul of the fog ghost that was painstakingly collected at the beginning.

"This soul is sent to you! The soul of the high-level spirit saint can be the first main soul of your Ten Soul Dance!"

Amu didn't say much, just raised his hand, and there was a black vortex in the palm of his hand, directly collecting the mist ghost soul.

And as soon as the painstaking hand was raised, it was a remnant soul, appearing in the void.

"The soul of the Nine Elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect?" Ah Mu recognized the soul of the Nine Elders at a glance, but there was no trace of the Nine Elders' divine sense on this soul.

"This soul is also sent to you! The soul of the first level of the soul realm can be the second main soul of your Ten Soul Dance!"

Amu was even more polite, he knew that these souls were all painstakingly unrefined, and they could all be turned into their own use. It's just that the painstaking son continues to send souls, which makes Amu feel pressure. The liliang of these two souls should not be underestimated, although they are remnant souls, they are not inferior to the cultivation of the spirit saint monks. Doing so can only show the danger of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm.

"There is also a third soul!" A red light suddenly flashed above Kuxinzi's head, and suddenly a blood-red soul body flew out from the top of Kuxinzi's head. It's just that this soul body, all blood-red, just has a human form, and its face has long been unclear.

"Hmm, senior, what is this?" Amu was stunned, the soul body flying out of his head?

"Don't be surprised, this is one of my own remnant souls!" Bitter Xinzi smiled bitterly, "Seven thousand years ago, I scattered my soul at the primary Great Perfection, and I could scatter three souls, but one soul was destroyed and dissipated, and one soul was seriously injured and remained, and only one soul was intact, which was the soul body you saw that day." ”

"The remnant soul of the senior, how dare the junior?" Amu frowned, although he had not yet reached the soul realm and did not know much about the Soul Scattering Cultivator, but he expected that the loss of a soul would have a great impact on the painstaking son.

"Hehe, you don't have to excuse yourself, this remnant soul is meaningless to me, my cultivation stopped seven thousand years ago, and I will not enter again for the rest of my life. This soul is the soul of my bloody battle, and it will be of great benefit to you to send you as the third main soul!"

"With these three souls as the main one, your soul dance technique can be regarded as having a foundation, even if you cultivate a thousand soul dances, you can also use it. But if you can really get the 'Spirit of the Desolate Soul' in the secret realm, and ten thousand souls will dance in the future, then everything will be fine!"

"Thank you senior!" Amu heard that he was so painstaking, so he didn't refuse. With such three main souls, his own Ten Soul Dance is just around the corner.

"The existence of the soul body is mainly in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, and this whip can help you!" A faint blue light flew directly from the gourd of the painstaking son, which was the soul-suppressing whip of the nine elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect that the painstaking son had collected at the beginning.

This soul whip specializes in beating soul objects, and it is a beginner-level soul treasure, even if it is the original painstaking son, it must be avoided from its edge, which shows its power.

Amu raised his hand and took the soul suppression whip in his hand, this six-edged short whip, I don't know what material it is, but it is faint and blue, like the fire of the nine shadows.

"The secret realm of the desolate soul is between yin and yang, day and night, and it is incomparably vast. However, it is divided into seven levels, and the spirit of the desolate soul that you need to obtain should be the seventh one. The secret realm is deep, and there are too many unknowable things, you must deal with them well! In addition, in that secret realm, it is estimated that there are other monks who have experienced, and there are many strange people and strange people in the sea wilderness, so you must be even more careful!"

"Senior, don't worry!" Amu Du felt that today's painstaking son was quite nagging, in fact, the painstaking son of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm had said to Amu many times.

zuihou, painstakingly took out a jade talisman from his arms.

"If you get the Desolate Soul, you can crush this jade talisman, and it will automatically teleport back here!"

Amu solemnly put away the jade talisman, this is the key to leaving the Secret Realm of the Desolate Soul.

"Okay!" Seeing that everything was ready, Mi Xinzi nodded slightly, and then made a seal with his hands.

A stream of soul power dispersed, and several golden runes leaped between the hands of the painstaking man. Those golden runes are very strange, like beating elves. Each rune contains endless soul power, which is an extremely profound sigil technique.

"Desolate Soul Realm, open!" As the painstaking son broke out, those golden runes suddenly dispersed into the void, and at the same time, there was a fluctuation in the void, a strange gray gas dispersed, and a boundary gate stood out in the void.

"What a familiar feeling!" Amu's heart moved slightly, "Is that the breath of the desolate?"

And at this moment, a gray vortex suddenly appeared at Amu's feet.

"It's self-sufficient!" came the voice of the bitter man.

Amu didn't want to think about it, Amu only felt a gray light wrapping him, and he seemed to pass through a dark and deep tunnel.

It took a quarter of an hour for Amu to feel the change in his eyes.

It was a gray and misty shijie, dim and lightless, which was extremely depressing. At the same time, an unknown breath came, it was not any kind of liliang from the outside world, but a kind of liliang that Amu had never touched, and the familiar feeling of Fang Cai disappeared immediately.

"Huh?" Amu looked up, and couldn't help but be shocked. Although Painstaking Zi had said many times about the appearance of this desolate soul secret realm, the scene in front of him still shocked Amu.

This shijie, there is no daylight, there is no moonlight, and the void is all gray mist. Occasionally, a few unknown birds flew by, and the birds were all illusory.

There are mountains, there are trees, and there are rivers. But the mountains in front of me were all black and gray, and the trees were listless and deadly. The leaves are not green at all, but mainly black, yellow and grayish-brown.

The river flows slowly, and the sound is not loud, but the water is dim and the bottom of the river is not visible. On the bank of the river, there was actually a monster that looked like a cow but not a cow, like a horse but not a horse, with a long earthy yellow hair, but no tail, bowing his head and drinking.

"Moo-moo-" The monster was full of drink, making a sound similar to a cow's bark, and then looked up at Amu, and there were two faint blue lights in his eyes, and then turned around and ran.

"Yellow Soul Beast!" Amu's expression narrowed slightly, and according to the painstaking information, this Yellow Soul Beast was the most common monster in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm. This thing, called the Yellow Soul, is extremely timid, and it is the lowest existence in the Secret Realm of the Desolate Soul. However, his single horn can be used as a material for sacrificing magic weapons, which has the effect of calming the soul.

Yellow Soul Beast, drink the Fountain of Mourning! The one that flows slowly must be the Fountain of Mourning.

Yellow Soul, Fountain of Mourning. Amu knew that he had indeed been sent to the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, and it should be the first secret realm.

"Hey! Amu raised his hand with one hand, and a black light appeared between his fingers, heading straight for the Yellow Soul Beast.