The wind is forbidden, and it could have traveled through space.

However, after a moment, Amu appeared and sighed at the same time.

In front of him is still an endless sea of flowers on the other side, and the wind does not let Amu get out of this sea of flowers.

Looking around, Amu frowned. At the same time, as soon as his mind moved, Amu directly sent out more than a dozen souls, but once those souls left Amu's sight, they instantly broke off contact and were directly lost in the sea of flowers.

"Not afraid of mortal fire, not afraid of life and death, imprisoning space, devouring divine consciousness. How can we break through here? At this time, we are in a dilemma, can we be trapped here?"

Amu thought in his heart, thought about countermeasures in his mind, and at the same time kept walking under his feet.

However, at this time, Amu couldn't see through the flower array on the other side, no matter how he went, the scene in front of him hardly changed.

After nearly two hours like this, Rao is Amu is a monk of the Spirit Saint High Perfection, and his concentration is very strong, and he is also a little impetuous.

Later, Amu sat in the sea of flowers. Quietly contemplating, Amu's mind went deep into the Danhai Sea and meditated on the way to solve it.

This sea of flowers on the other side is like a big array, and like a labyrinth, how can it be cracked?

Ten thousand laws are not broken?

If it is not broken, how can it pass?

If it is not broken, only walk through!

Walk over? But how do you get there? It's a strange array that can't be broken.

Walk over!yes?

But what kind of big array is this?

The forbidden image technique is ineffective, how to get there?

This is the question that comes and goes through Amu's mind, but he can't come up with a solution.

This footwork flashed in Amu's mind, but it was a technique that could only be performed if he was familiar with the formation. If you don't know what the formation is, how to cast it?

But in an instant, a footwork appeared in Amu's mind.

It was the dance steps of the woman in the bluestone mirror.

That's right, that mysterious fairy-like dance step.

On that day, Amu almost relied on that nameless footwork to almost break the Arctic Seven Star Array composed of seven soul cultivators of the Arctic Immortal Sea.

Inheritance, Amu has the pace inheritance of the woman in white in his mind.

Thinking of this, Amu suddenly got up.

Immediately, the body moved, volleyed into the air, moved left and right, and danced.

Amu is dressed in white, just like a white crane in the fiery red flowers on the other side.

Amu couldn't tell what kind of footwork it was, almost mechanically following the footwork inherited from the memories in his mind.

All around is fiery red, and Amu has no direction.

The footwork under his feet is extremely messy, and there is almost no discipline to be found.

However, it was definitely a footwork that moved the Three Realms.

After only seven steps of dancing, Amu found that every time he took a step, the flowers on the other side would be eclipsed and disappear.

"What kind of footwork is that?" At this time, outside the Huozhao Road, a man in black stood with a long body and a guqin in his arms, which was Meng Soul hidden in the shadows.

In fact, he never left. Everything about Amu's entry into the path of fire illumination was in full view of him, but Amu absolutely couldn't see Meng Soul at this time.

Just now, Meng Soul was still sighing, Amu's cultivation was still too low, and he was afraid that he would not be able to pass this path of fire. But at this time, Meng Soul was already amazed by Amu's footwork, and with his cultivation of the Realm Tribulation, he had never seen such footwork.

"That footwork is incomparable, and every step seems to be at the junction of time and space! It can break all the shackles! It can step on the footsteps of reincarnation. The expression in Meng Soul's eyes changed, and Amu surprised him again.

Meng Soul thought to himself that if Amu was skilled in this step, he would not be able to stop him.

"Immortal art!" Meng Soul said secretly in his heart, "But that posture is too graceful, how can it seem to be a little demonic?"

Every time Amu took a step and landed, the flowers around his footsteps were directly annihilated.

Seven seven and forty-nine steps, in the eyes of Meng Soul, Amu actually wanted to step on those flowers on the other side. In the eyes of Meng Soul, Amu has actually been circling in the region within three zhang.

But now, half of the flowers on the other side have been scattered and cannot be regenerated, and Amu is already about to step out.

That's really a footwork against the sky. In Meng Soul's opinion, although Amu was by no means as leisurely and casual as his master, the people who could pass this path of fire were by no means idle.

Because, Meng Soul knows that it is the Soul Scattering Cultivator of the Immortal Ghost Sect, and I am afraid that he will not be able to cross this path of fire.

If, not because of the oath, to some extent, the path of fire in front of the gate of hell is enough to block most of the monks, and the gate of hell does not need to be guarded by Meng Soul at all.

And Amu, who was on the path of fire, also felt the power of this nameless footwork at this time.

After seventy-seven and forty-nine steps, Amu's eyes were no longer a sea of flowers. The gates of hell are back in front of you.

"Oh?" Amu was overjoyed, it seemed that this nameless footwork was indeed a mystery. And on this black water, stepping on the nameless footwork, it did not cause the magic coffin and bluestone to move like in the Arctic Immortal Sea.

Amu's Danhai Inner Spiritual Qi is natural and smooth, not only does it not fluctuate in the slightest, but it is even better than Fang Cai.

With his heart, Amu dances constantly with the inheritance in his mind, and he is born step by step.

The swaying flowers on the other side are no longer a sea of flowers, but sporadic blooms.

Ninety-nine eighty-one step, Amu danced heartily, and when Zuihou stepped out, he was actually covered in sweat, but the refreshment was indescribable.

And all the flowers on the other side were annihilated, and at this time Amu was already standing at the gate of hell.

"Creation, Creation!" "Moqin Meng Soul sighed.

Even if he opened his own net, but a Spirit Saint High Order Dzogchen actually relied on his strange footwork to cross the path of fire and really stood in front of the gate of hell, which can only be said to be creation.

Amu also breathed a sigh of relief from behind the Hell Gate, and he stood in front of the Hell Gate, as if he could feel the darkness behind the two huge stone gates.

An inexplicable pressure spread, almost penetrating the remnants of the coffin, which was a ghostly death. Amu's mind moved, and the string of ancient wood prayer beads flew out, emitting Buddha light, which resisted the dead air.

Amu turned around and looked, the three levels of hell, the magic qin Meng soul, and the path of fire.

Along the way, although it can't be said that there are nine deaths, there are many difficulties, especially if it weren't for the Demon Qin Meng Soul to let him go, he would never be able to stand in front of the gate of hell.

At this time, Amu found that not far away, Moqin Meng Soul was standing there with Guqin in his arms, looking at Amu without sadness or joy.

Amu was grateful in his heart, and couldn't help but bow deeply to the Demon Qin Meng Soul.

"Thank you, senior!"

Moqin Meng Soul sighed slightly, nodded, and said, "In hell, there are thousands of legends, and I don't know the details, you take care!"

Amu didn't say anything, just nodded heavily.

"Master, Amu is here!" Amu thought silently in his heart, and then pushed the swarthy stone door with one hand.

"Boom-"

There was no forbidden spell attached to the stone gate, it was just two pure black stone gates, although they weighed 10,000 catties, but in front of the Spirit Saint High Perfection, it was naturally not an obstacle.

Boom, the stone door opened, and Amu stepped in. Immediately, the two doors closed automatically.

Meng Soul watched Amu enter the hell, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated, because Meng Soul didn't expect that the gate of hell would actually be pushed open by Amu like that.

After a long time, Meng Soul said to himself: "Wang Han, whether you can live or not depends on your creation!"

With that, Meng Soul sighed, sat down on the black stone again, stroked the piano gently, and sang in a low voice.

It was a song of longing, resounding throughout the Netherworld.

At the same time, Meng Soul seemed to be waiting for something!

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At the moment when the gates of hell opened, Amu entered. The entire Immortal Ghost Sect seemed to have an inexplicable aura spreading. It was a breath that shouldn't belong to the Sea Desolate Divine State.

Although, in front of the Hell Gate of this Netherworld Mountain is the realm of Meng Soul, and he can imprison everything, but in the Immortal Ghost Sect, after all, there are still good masters.

All Saints Palace, Cangwu Tower.

On the top floor of the Cangwu Building, it is a dark and empty hall, and it is absolutely impossible to see that there is a shijie in the Cangwu Building.

In the main hall, there are nearly 100 spirit cards built-in, and the brilliance is shining. These are the natal spirit cards of the most important soul cultivators in the Immortal Ghost Sect.

In the hall, there were two futons, on which sat two middle-aged monks, one wearing black linen clothes and the other white linen clothes.

The two monks looked exactly the same, and they were actually twin brothers.

It's just that the skin color of the two is also black and white. The black and white qi formed a small cyclone that lingered above the heads of the two of them. This is a special vision, and it is clear that the cultivation of these two is unfathomable.

These two were the first people to perceive when Amu killed the Floating Soul Son. Because, as soon as the floating soul died, the spirit card collapsed instantly.

The power of sitting in Cangwu Tower is by no means ordinary in the Immortal Ghost Sect. In fact, even many soul cultivators of the Immortal Ghost Sect don't know who is guarding the Cangwu Tower.

At this time, it was the moment when the gates of hell opened and Amu entered hell.

Originally, the two monks, black and white, had been meditating with their eyes in silence, but at this time, they suddenly opened their eyes at the same time and couldn't help but glance at each other.

"The gates of hell are open?" said the whitefriar.

"That's right!" the blackfriar nodded, "Just now a breath of burial is leaking out!"

The white-clothed monk frowned and said, "Meng Soul has guarded the gate of hell for nine thousand years. Who can defeat him and enter hell?"

The blackfriar shook his head and said, "Theoretically, it is impossible for anyone to defeat him! ”

"But the people of Purple Ghost City will not easily go to the black water, let alone go to hell!" said the white-clothed monk.

The blackfriar listened to the whitefriar's words, sneered, and looked at the whitefriar who didn't speak, but his eyes conveyed his own meaning.

"You mean, Meng Soul deliberately let people in!" The white-clothed monk's face changed.

"Is there any other possibility?" the blackfriar looked at the whitefriar, and the black qi above his head actually formed a black vortex.

"Meng Soul, did he break his original oath in the end?" the white-clothed monk sighed.

The blackfriar looked at the whitefriar, sneered, and said, "I regret that we didn't kill the killer in the first place!"

The white-clothed monk shook his head and said, "At the beginning, it was you who wanted to kill him, but I'm afraid I couldn't do it!"

The blackfriar's cheeks tightened, and it was clear that what the whitefriar said was true.

"And now, you and I are probably no match for him!" said the whitefriar.

The blackfriar listened to the whitefriar's words and calmed down.

"Let's go!" the blackfriar sighed.

The whitefriar nodded.

I didn't see the two of them get up or make any movements, but I saw a flash of black and white light on the futon.

These two powerhouses who sat in the Immortal Ghost Sect had already disappeared on the Cangwu Tower.