On Silver Moon Island, outside the ice and bamboo forest, the cold moon hung high, and it was already the night of the next day. Seven soul-level Arctic Immortal clones, each with a seal method, sit firmly like a mountain. It's really hard to describe. Seven auras, like a dream.

In the silver-white cave, Amu spit out on his knees, and the medicinal power of two drops of the Seven Stars Bitter Dew had been completely catalyzed by it, and Amu's complexion had already recovered as before.

At the high level of the Spirit Saint, Amu is constantly adjusting his state, and he wants to adjust his state to the extreme, just to prepare for the resurrection of the Desolate Soul Beast.

The faint black glow was scattered around Amu's body, and the original silver glow in the cave was shining. Black and white are intertwined, adding to the strange rhyme.

After a while, Amu finally opened his eyes slowly, and everything was ready. Then, the purple mangs of the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet on his left bowl were magnificent, exuding clusters of black mangs.

Yellow Soul Beast Horn, Water Soul Python, Soul Bear Arm, Blood Shadow Fish Lin, Blood Shadow Dragon Bone, Blood Wing Bat Wing, Dumodal Blood Camel Skin, Dream Bird Heart, Battle Soul Horseshoe, Soul Tiger Tail, Cloud Beast Spirit, a total of eleven kinds of Desolate Soul Ancient Beast things, wrapped in clusters of black mangs, one by one in the void, and the clumps of black mangs are Amu's demonic spiritual power.

According to the memory inherited by the God of War King, the Ancient Beast was scattered during the Great War. The eleven kinds of souls in front of him are all part of the body of this desolate soul beast, and Amu wasted a lot of hard work in order to collect these eleven kinds of souls, especially the big battle with Zuihou, who was a demon cultivator, was even more thrilling.

Now, these eleven soul creatures are arranged in the void in different forms. Amu saw things and thought about people, and couldn't help but think of Shen Yan who lived and died with himself in the secret realm of desolate souls.

"Shen Yan!" Ah Mu silently recited Shen Yan's name in his heart, if it wasn't for Shen Yan at the beginning, Ah Mu might not have been able to collect these soul objects at all.

Thinking of the purple clothes, the grimace, and the battles, Amu felt a trace of warmth in his heart, and the drop of soul blood at the center of his eyebrows was still there.

It's just that Shen Yan is to Amu, just like Amu is to Shen Yan, many things are a mystery.

Once Yiren, I don't know when zaijian! Amu couldn't help but sigh.

Cleaning up his mood, Amu began to seal in his hand, allowing the clusters of black mangs to merge with each other.

First there are the Yellow Soul Beast Horn and the Water Soul Python, then the Soul Bear Arm and the Blood Shadow Fish Lin, then the Blood Shadow Dragon Bone and the Blood Wing Bat Wing, and so on. The two merged in pairs, and Zuihou was left with only the spirit of the cloud beast.

Amu was extremely careful to control his demonic powers, for fear that there would be deviations in the process of merging with each other.

The original eleven black mangs, under Amu's control, gradually merged. The demonic spiritual power was carefully blended, and the breath of those souls did not leak out in the slightest.

Everything went extremely well. In the end, the stumps of these eleven desolate soul ancient beasts were all wrapped in a large mass of demonic power.

As soon as the stumps of those ancient beasts in Zaijian met each other, they sensed each other, emitting a faint black brilliance, trembling and whispering, and buzzing.

It seemed to be an excitement that had not been seen for tens of thousands of years, and it seemed to be the resonance of blood connection.

This process lasted for half an hour, and then the souls were completely still floating in the demonic light cluster. Later, I saw red lines, like blood vessels, gradually emerging on those stump limbs.

It was a gradual growth process, and the red threads changed from shallow to deep, and in the meantime, it seemed that the blood of the Desolate Soul Ancient Beast began to gradually produce and flow slowly.

It's just that the process is so slow that you almost think it's all still.

All this is in the memory of the inheritance of the God of War King, and Amu is not in a hurry.

Amu waited quietly, only releasing a wisp of demonic consciousness to observe everything, and then practiced with all his might according to the demon cultivation method on the Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra.

The Arctic Immortal Weng is extremely right, in fact, the process of resurrecting the Desolate Soul Beast is the process of cultivation. If Amu wants to go to the Western Blackwater, his current cultivation is too low.

Don't look at Amu Jianzhen, which is composed of seven Arctic Immortal Sea soul cultivators, but that's because the other party has no murderous intent, just an ordinary competition. If any of the soul-level cultivators had murderous intent, it would not be so easy for Amu to think about it.

And the Western Black Water is different from the Arctic Immortal Sea, not to mention the Soul Scattering Old Monster of the Western Black Water, it is a high-level Great Perfection of soul cultivation, as long as it fights with all his strength, plus the magic weapon is not too bad, then it can completely take Amu's life. After all, Amu was just a high-level spiritual saint monk.

Therefore, since it takes time to resurrect the Desolate Soul Ancient Beast, and this place is a unique place to cultivate, how could Amu let go of this opportunity?

The soul in the black mangs was slowly changing, and Amu was meditating and cultivating.

Time is like an arrow, and time is like a shuttle.

Eleven souls resonated, and blood was generated, and this process lasted for three months.

Within three months, the doppelgangers of the seven Arctic Immortals outside the Ice Bamboo Forest on Silver Moon Island and their deities were all holding the seal in their hands, cross-kneeling and staring, as stable as a mountain, without the slightest change.

For a monk of the level of Scattered Soul, although he cannot completely break the shackles of time, for the concept of months and years, it is almost negligible.

Three months, for the Arctic Immortal and his clone, it was just a flick of a finger.

And Amu in the cave has always been like an old monk in his meditation, and he has not moved at all. In fact, Amu has been seeking progress in stability for the past three months, and he has been trying to explain the source of the inexplicable aura in his body, but he has made steady progress, but the inexplicable aura has never appeared again.

At this time, Amu opened his eyes, and the blood veins on Zaijian's stump were already clearly visible, and the blood in it was circulating, and a faint red glow was faintly visible.

At the same time, the form of the eleven soul creatures was slowly changing. That change is also extremely slow and not very clear.

In Amu's thoughts, these souls were going to transform into the form of the desolate soul beasts.

Whether it was the memory inheritance of the God of War King or the black stone statue in the Black Demon Temple that day, the image of the Desolate Soul Ancient Beast was engraved in Amu's heart.

The teeth are like a blade, the body is like an ox, the ribs are double-winged, the body is covered with scales, and the tail is like a long hook. It was the great beast of the ancients, and a roar seemed to be heard for nine days. That ancient beast was standing beside the Demon Venerable, proud of the existence of the Three Realms.

At this time, there was still a huge gap between the forms of those soul creatures and the desolate soul beasts. The Desolate Soul Secret Realm is in an extremely special time and space, and no one in the Sea Desolate Divine Realm can tell how many thousands of years it has existed, and no one knows how many years have passed before those souls have been formed.

Everything is being conceived, and Amu knows that once the form of the Desolate Soul Beast appears, then it will be the moment when Zuihou sacrifices the Spirit of the Desolate Soul to resurrect the Desolate Soul Beast.

In the black mang, the change is slow, and in the blink of an eye, it is another nine months. Amu practiced in the White Cave Mansion on Silver Moon Island for a whole year.

Within nine months, the original soul creatures had undergone tremendous changes, and some of them were no longer visible in their original form, or should they be said to have regained their original form, because turning into a part of the Desolate Soul Beast was its most fundamental form.

like the horns of a sword, like the eyes of a lamp, like the limbs of a pillar, like the scales of blood......

In the black mang, the eleven soul objects began to slowly combine and change, and the red lines began to communicate and connect.

The flesh and blood are connected, and the blood is connected, and for a time the red mangs are great, and the brilliance is infinite. Although it was wrapped in Amu's demonic power, the red light still reflected the blood red in the entire cave.

The red and black light flickered incessantly in this cave. Amu knew that it was a more critical moment, and his mind did not dare to relax in the slightest.

Outside the cave, although the true body of the Arctic Immortal Weng did not have any expression, in fact, everything in this cave was shrouded by his divine sense. As long as there is any abnormality in the cave, he can deal with it immediately.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's another year. After two years of cultivation, no matter what the Desolate Soul Ancient Beast was, Amu's realm was already close to the High Perfection of the Spirit Saint.

At this time, among the black mangs of Zaijian, an ancient beast prototype was already possessed, but it did not have a head yet. The rest of the place is almost exactly the same as the Desolate Soul Beast in the memory of the God of War King.

The body resembles that of an ox and is extremely stout. Wings under the ribs, spread a few feet. The scales all over the body are as red as fire. The tail is like a long hook, the essence is shiny, and the entire torso exudes a blood-red luster.

At this time, the head was being conceived, and the pair of water soul python eyes floated on it, emitting green light.

Another year.

The head of the desolate soul beast has appeared. The head of the beast is like a dragon, not a dragon, its teeth are like a sharp sword, and its beard is like a ginseng root.

It's just that at this time, this desolate soul ancient beast is only on the surface, without any charm, its eyes are closed, and it has no brilliance, like a dead thing.

Amu knew that now that the first step of resurrection had been completed, it was time to inject the spirit of the desolate soul.

As long as the injection of the spirit of the desolate soul is successful, then the resurrection work is equivalent to more than half of the completion.

Zaijian, a long black dragon flew out from the center of Amu's eyebrows, it was a set of ancient desolate demon scriptures. And surrounded by it is a cloud of colorful auspicious clouds.

"Spirit of the Desolate Soul!" Amu sighed slightly.

This spirit of desolate soul is a trace of motherhood in the chaos of heaven and earth. A trace of the essence of the desolate soul is enough to crush a mountain, cut off a large river, and enough to resurrect the desolate soul beast.

This group of ancient essence is all the essence of the original desolate soul secret realm, and it can be described as the treasure of the heavy treasure on Amu's body. Its value was almost no less than the Demon Coffin and the Battle Spirit Ancient Lamp on his body.

Peeling off the silk and pulling out the cocoon, Amu separated a wisp of the essence of the desolate soul, penetrated the light cluster of the power of the demon spirit, and directly hit the center of the desolate soul beast's eyebrows.

As soon as the spirit of the desolate soul entered the center of his eyebrows, he saw that the body of the ancient desolate soul beast suddenly shook.

The colorful brilliance instantly flowed through the whole body of the ancient beast.

"Woo-"

At this time, the Desolate Soul Beast slowly opened its eyes, and two red rays were like a lake of blood.

It seems to be leisurely, waking up from thousands of years of sleep.

The Desolate Soul Ancient Beast seemed to wake up from an ancient world, and a low roar came from its throat, and the desolate aura of the eternals was instantly emanated, like a tide of thunder.

That kind of breath can almost penetrate the years, and it is unmatched.

"Huh?" Amu's heart moved, and the remnants of the coffin were already floating above his head, hanging thousands of threads, tightly protecting Amu.

Although the roar of the desolate soul beast was not loud, not even a roar, just a low groan, but the demonic spirit light under Amubu shook a few times involuntarily.

Amu hurriedly drew in the void with both hands, and six runes were punched out, and six colored rays surrounded the cave.

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