As soon as the Hundred Ghost Corpse Array came out, the old man in black smiled coldly, and then gently swiped his hands in the void, and the endless light flickered, hooking the general trend of heaven and earth. Then the nine sigils gradually appeared in the void, forming a strange pattern.

If Amu was awake at this time, he would definitely be extremely shocked, because Amu also had such a sigil in his mind, and it was nine hundred and ninety-nine.

As soon as the nine runes came out, they instantly formed a circle, and then floated directly on the black mist in the north of the northern cold, and the light spread widely, and a portal was also formed.

"It's just a hundred ghost corpse array, see how I break you!" The old man in black made a strange seal in his hands.

"Summoning a thousand souls!" the old man in black shouted, and then the thick fog in the north of the northern cold of zaijian suddenly surged, and the struggling faces appeared and disappeared in the black fog, which was extremely terrifying, and then the black mist flew out, directly through the light gate formed by the nine runes.

The mist kept surging, rolling through the light gate, but there was no mist lightening, could it be that the fog was composed of countless souls? Everyone was shocked, and the three of the Northern Han Sect were even more palpitating, the Northern Han Ancestor was not allowed to step into the cold plain, not to mention that the cold plain was the mist of the northern cold of the northern cold, so that all the monks of the Northern Han could stop.

Zaijian's mist that passed through the nine-picture sigil seals were all transformed into shapes, tall and short, fat and thin, they were countless monk souls, and many souls even carried the remnant soul and coercive power of the magic weapon in front of them!

This scene shocked the nine elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect beyond measure. You must know that the soul of a monk above the spiritual realm is immortal, and it can be regenerated, and the so-called Dao Soul Elimination is death. How does this old man in black control these souls? This requires an extremely powerful divine sense.

The Immortal Ghost Sect is conceited, and it can be said that the sea is invincible in the sea wilderness in terms of magic such as ghost exorcism, but it has never seen this old man in black turn mist into a soul like this.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine souls stood in the void, and the stars surrounded the old man in black in the center like the moon, and the illusory body of the old man in black was like the king of a thousand souls.

"Yours is a ghost corpse, mine is a demon soul!

"Thousand Souls Dance!" the old man in black snorted.

The nine hundred and ninety-nine souls seemed to be chaotic, but in fact, they were all maintained by the old man in black with his own divine sense.

The Hundred Ghost Array uses the flag as the order, but the Thousand Soul Dance is guided by the divine sense of the caster. Strictly speaking, the Hundred Ghost Array is a strange ghost array, while the Thousand Soul Dance is a soul-controlling technique.

Ghost corpse vs. demon soul, this is a unique battle! Yin qi and demon qi are both ominous, and the entire Northern Cold Great Array is almost no longer human, and ghosts and demons are fighting.

Zhang Zhou's two ancestors and Qianzang Zhenren were thrilled to see, if it weren't for the authentic Northern Cold Holy Soul Technique of the black-clothed old man to open the Northern Cold Great Array. The three of them were a little suspicious that this black-clothed old man was not the ancestor of the Northern Han, and that kind of technique was by no means the technique of the Northern Cold, but it was somewhat similar to Amu's exercises.

Demons and demons fought, stirring the heavens and the earth, and the unknown peaks of the Northern Han Sect were flattened, and everything died. This is still secretly maintained by the old man in black, otherwise the entire Northern Han Sect will be razed to the ground. When the northern kingdom was destroyed overnight, wasn't it because of a soul-level battle?

The devil cries, the devil howls! The heavens and the earth are cold. Soaring ghostly spirit, unyielding demonic will. For a time, the killing was silent for all eternity.

But gradually, the Thousand Soul Dance of the old man in black prevailed.

Demon spirits are erratic, and there are ten times as many demon corpses. Although those ghost corpses are extremely brave, and they cooperate with each other tacitly, and they advance and retreat in a certain way, they are still completely trapped by those demon spirits.

Thousands of souls danced wildly, and hundreds of ghosts cried, but the Nine Elders' Hundred Ghost Corpse Array was completely suppressed.

The demon souls of the old man in black are erratic, strange and abnormal, and many of them should have been at least spiritual saints in their lifetime, and they were actually able to perform the spells before their deaths, and used immortal fire, thunderbolts and other techniques to restrain ghosts against the enemy.

Although the Hundred Ghost Corpse Array was supported by the blood-colored Order Banner, it was also a gust of yin wind, and the murderous aura was soaring. This yin wind is not an ordinary wind, it can disperse people's souls and reach the nine shades. But although those demon souls were blown away by the yin wind and turned into mist directly, they were manifested and formed in a blink of an eye, immortal and indestructible.

At this time, the Ninth Elder's face turned pale, and he knew that there was no suspense in this battle, and he would definitely lose. He didn't know how many demon souls were still hidden in the fog of the Northern Cold, but now it was endless.

"Hehe, let's over!" The old man in black urged the Thousand Souls, and the Thousand Souls attack suddenly accelerated.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine demon souls, with teeth and claws, overwhelming the world, each showing their magical powers, each doing its best. These are nine hundred and ninety-nine living demons, but they are not ready for the time being, and if the spiritual sense is opened, it will be even more powerful.

The first ghost corpse was destroyed, the second ghost corpse was destroyed, and the third ghost corpse was destroyed......

The three ghost corpses were destroyed in succession, and the old man in black had a flash in his eyes, and he directly cut off the red line emitted by the blood-red flag, and the formation of the hundred ghost corpses had been broken! The remaining ghost corpses were fighting on their own, how could they defeat those demon corpses? Three or five demon corpses surrounded a ghost corpse and bit and killed, but they could devour one in an instant.

It's a pity that these ghost corpses that the Nine Elders have been operating for more than a thousand years have become the tonic for these demon souls.

"Hmph!" the old man in black sneered, and then beckoned, but he didn't use the black gourd, and directly grabbed the blood-red flag in his hand, "Tyrannical things, this treasure is just right for my old man's family!"

As he spoke, the blood-red flag was collected by him somewhere, and at this time, the ninety-nine ghost corpses were all devoured by those demon spirits. Nothing but the eerie aura of the void remained.

"Is there still a means? No, my old man is going to detain his soul!" The old man in black narrowed his eyes slightly, and his left hand was raised again.

The soul of a soul cultivator, he would not let go easily, and at this time, the nine elders found that the black light in the hands of the black-clothed old man was clear, and there was a black vortex that kept spinning in his palm.

"Demonic energy, you...... You...... You...... Scattered Soul Level Demon Cultivator!" The Nine Elders' faces were colorless, there were not many legends about demon cultivation in the Sea Desolate Divine State Realm, but every legend was a blood-stained wilderness, and it was cold for eternity.

Amu is a demon cultivator, and the Nine Elders don't care at all, because it is still a small person. But a soul-scattering level demon cultivator is afraid that it will be enough to stir up the sea wilderness!

"Hey, hey, Demon Cultivator, interesting!" The old man in black changed his complexion, and his demonic aura rose. The black vortex in his palm shot out directly and headed straight for the Nine Elders.

The patience of the old man in black was gone.

The red robe of the Nine Elders was agitating, at this time he had no way to hide, he couldn't fight, and the black vortex directly enveloped him. It was a desolate demonic power, not to mention a beginner level of soul cultivation, even a high-level could not escape.

A red light flew out from the forehead of the Nine Elders, it was the soul heart of the Nine Elders, and he still wanted to struggle with Zuihou. Soul cultivators, as long as the soul is a little bit, they can be resurrected.

But how could the old man in black give him a chance? The Nine Elders' physical bodies had turned into a blood mist, and the black gourd saw the Nine Elders' soul heart fly out and rise directly.

"Whoosh-" The soul of the Nine Elders was collected by the black gourd without any suspense.

The old man in black grabbed the black gourd, and then waved it with one hand, and the murderous aura and demonic intent of the Northern Han Sect were all dispersed with a wave. Only the ruined Beihan Mountains can still see the battles that have passed.

At this time, the sky is getting brighter, and the east is already showing the white of the fish belly. A little light reflects the peaks of the northern cold.

The black-clothed old man stood in the void, scanning the Northern Han Sect, and the light of the Northern Cold Great Array gradually faded under the morning sun. Dozens of peaks in the North Han Immortal Mountain were razed to the ground, and there were not many peaks left in the north of the North Han.

At this time, the shadow of the demon coffin, the black wood, and the rattan were all gradually recycled into Amu's body. Although Amu had not yet woken up at this time, his breath gradually stabilized, and the demonic intent on his body slowly dissipated, and everything was like the boy next door, but his face was as white as paper.

The old man in black sighed slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "Finally, I have waited for the heir of the demon coffin, and I am about to complete a mission! The old man in black used his soul power to lift Amu up, and then turned his head and walked slowly towards the fog.

"Congratulations to the patriarch!" At this time, led by Patriarch Zhang Zhou and Qianzang Zhenren, a large area of the void knelt down in the dark at some point, and there were hundreds of monks, most of whom were purple-clothed disciples, and a few blue-clothed disciples could be seen sporadically.

It turned out that Bai Yifeng and the others had already quelled the Northern Cold Rebellion, and they rushed here but didn't dare to take a closer look, and they didn't dare to step forward until this time.

Mei Wangnan's party was all eradicated, nearly a thousand monks were killed, and almost the entire Wangnan Peak was wiped out. And Bai Yifeng's side also suffered heavy losses, and now there are only ten cultivators in the spiritual realm of the entire Northern Han Sect, including Qianzang Zhenren.

The old man in black couldn't help but stop and glanced back at the children of Beihan.

Now the entire Northern Han Sect can be said to be greatly injured, and the overall strength is not as good as the original Sancheng, and none of the hundreds of monks who knelt to send the black-clothed old man were not stained with blood, and none of them were injured, and these people were already all the combat power of the Northern Han Sect. Not to mention at this time, the Heavenly Desolate Gate and the Snow Falling Pavilion are a few slightly larger sects of the Northern Han that can also fight against the Northern Han if they join forces, but it is difficult to say whether they have supreme spirit level monks or not!

"Spring trees are renewed, dead trees give birth to flowers!This catastrophe is inevitable, you should still work hard to cheer up the northern cold!" The old man in black glanced at everyone and sighed a little in his heart.

"I also hope that the patriarch will give him a name, and the disciples of my sect can also worship day and night! Zhang Shizu Xiangshang kowtowed.

"Name?" The old man in black was stunned for a moment, and smiled bitterly, "The first seat of the North Peak of the Northern Han Sect Town, hard work!"

"Hard-working?" People who are familiar with the history of the Northern Han have a sudden change in complexion, this is the senior of the Northern Han who was able to practice in the Tianzi Cave Mansion of Luoyun Cliff more than 7,000 years ago.

"I am a guilty person in the Northern Han, so I don't have to worship it! The Holy Soul Secret of the Northern Han, I have passed it on to the Lishui who has the Ten Rank Immortal Roots Eternal Holy Lotus! In the future, if he is successful in cultivation, he can protect the Northern Han, and the Northern Han Sect is expected to prosper!"

"Ancestor, will the Immortal Ghost Sect come again?" Master Zhang said.

"Although the Immortal Ghost Sect is strong, it will never dare to come to the Northern Wilderness, otherwise I won't be able to save you today! Rest assured! On the cold plain, there will be someone to protect you! In a hundred years, there will be no more big wars in the Northern Cold Sect! You can recuperate!"

When Master Zhang heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Ancestor!"

At this moment, a purple figure suddenly knelt forward and fell in front of the old man in black, this person was Han Bingyi, at this time her dress was stained with blood, but she did not hide her face, but her face was very pale.

"Ancestor, can you let me take a look at him!" Han Bingyi looked at Amu who was hanging unconscious in the air.

The old man in black looked at Han Bingyi and said lightly:

"Idiot, this young man Amu, I'm going to take it away! He and Bei Han have already done it, so you don't have to stay here anymore! You are different from him, your fate is over, don't look at it! Practice hard, it may be no longer human, but there is still a day to meet! In the future, those who are not in the soul realm, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get close to him!"

As he spoke, the old man in black didn't say much, turned around and stepped out, holding Amu News in the fog.

"He and Beihan's antecedents are gone, so you don't have to stay here anymore! You are different from him, your fate is over, don't look at it! Practice well, it may be no longer human, but there is still a day to meet. In the future, those who are not in the soul realm are afraid that it will be difficult to get close to them!"

The words of the old man in black resounded in Han Bingyi's ears like thunder.

Han Bing stared at the direction where the old man in black disappeared with his beautiful eyes, and was stunned for a long time, tears rolling in his eyes.

After a long time, Han Bingyi suddenly got up and flew up, heading straight for Tongtian Peak. Since then, she has been in retreat for a hundred years in the small courtyard behind Tongtian Peak. As soon as the old man in black left, all the people in Beihan stood up one by one, and they all had a sense of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

At this time, the winter sun is shining, scattering the northern cold mountains.

This nearly 10,000-year-old sect has to wait and lie dormant in order to meet a new future.

The Northern Han Sect is about to enter a new era—the Holy Lotus Era!

And Amu experienced the simple baptism of entering the northern cold for the first time, and the moment he entered the black fog, he entered the true way of the nine coffins. The layout of the old man has just begun.

The curtain of nine coffins slowly opened.