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Left Eye Demonic Will, Right Eye Demonic Sense. The red and black light flashed again in Amu's eyes.

"Wow-wow-"

From the entrance of the town, he began to forcibly suppress his mind and fight against the big array, and at this time, Amu finally couldn't suppress it, and spurted out two mouthfuls of blood in a row.

This is a phantom killing array that can kill soul-level monks.

In the direction of the long street, Amu bowed deeply three times. These three worships are only for those innocent people who died innocently and cannot be reincarnated.

Then, gaze and do not move. In Amu's eyes, there is no reflection of the long street, no blue bricks and gray tiles of the Wang family, and no quaint and peaceful Liuzhen.

Except for the thousands of resentful spirits, Amu's eyes were empty. Scatter all illusions, leaving only the truth.

Liuzhen! Liuzhen! Amu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.

From the moment he stood at the entrance of Liuzhen Town, Amu knew that what he saw was the unjust souls of the villagers in Liuzhen. It was a dead soul who was imprisoned by the monks with great magic power and could not be reincarnated.

The entire Willow Town is a huge phantom killing array that devours people's souls.

However, Amu did not summon the Ancient Desolate Demon Scripture and directly break the formation, but asked him to protect his divine consciousness tightly.

Knowing that it was a formation, Amu was desperately injured, and he wanted to go down this phantom array. Amu wants to let everything in Liuzhen go through his life calmly, and he wants to engrave the warmth of Liuzhen in his soul.

It's obviously a dream, and Amu also wants to fulfill his long-cherished wish to return to Liuzhen in his dream.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom T

A creepy laugh sounded, this laughter was very similar to the laughter of Shen Yan who was running wild under the face of the Supreme Ghost God.

Ghost Sense, that is the voice of the underworld, does not belong to the human world.

Ah Mu frowned slightly, soul-level monk? Because that laughter alone was enough to make Amu's heart shake, and non-soul-level monks couldn't do this.

At this time, the ancient desolate demon scriptures couldn't help but echo in Amu's mind, resisting the unruly ghost laughter. Just now, Amu forced his mind to walk calmly in the phantom array, but in fact, his mind was already damaged.

At this time, if there is no ancient desolate demon scripture echoing, I am afraid that it will not be able to support it.

Stabilize your mind, hold Yuan Shouyi, and the power of the demon spirit spreads all over the body. Amu's sense of magic spread, and his eyes stared at the gray mist around him, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, with that terrifying laughter, a figure gradually emerged from the gray mist.

A familiar aura diffused, and Amu's eyes instantly became as cold as death.

The aura of this soul cultivator is the same as that of the Nine Elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect, except that he is much stronger than the Nine Elders.

"Immortal Ghost Sect, let's not die!" Amu looked coldly at the figure that was gradually condensing in the gray mist.

Back then, the Immortal Ghost Sect borrowed Mei Wangnan's hand to make a big mess in the northern cold, but it was intended for Amu. Ice Fairy, Ziyu and many other Northern Han monks were wiped out in that battle, and this account has not yet been calculated, and now nearly a thousand lives in Liu Zhen are added.

New hatred and old hatred, Amu and the Immortal Ghost Sect, in this life and this life, have become an endless situation.

Zaijian's figure gradually became clearer.

Gray robe, long black and white hair, a scar from the left forehead to the right cheek. His expression was cold and his eyes were ruthless, it was a lifeless middle-aged monk, but his powerful aura was enough to make Amu extremely vigilant.

And what made people's hearts chill was that the middle-aged monk did not walk out step by step, but half a foot from the ground, like a ghost floating.

This feeling is very similar to the feeling of Amu when he saw the bitter heart doppelganger.

"Soul body?" However, Amu immediately denied his thoughts. With Amu's current cultivation, he can see through all the monks below the Scattered Soul, and the person in front of him is definitely a true mid-level Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation!

The most important thing is that Amu saw what was behind the middle-aged monk, and knew who this middle-aged monk looked like!

Behind the middle-aged monk, following him closely was a humanoid puppet.

It has a nose and eyes, wears a gray coat, and is a three-foot-tall puppet. The puppet's appearance was lifelike, like that of a middle-aged monk, but the expression was grinning, and it was an extremely strange smile.

The puppet's eyes exuded a faint green glow, like ghost fire, and his body was full of ominous aura.

"Puppet puppet, floating soul!" Amu was shocked in his heart. On that day, the Immortal Ghost Sect Fog Ghost and the Nine Elders were killed by the painstaking son and collected their souls. In the future, Amu also asked Kuxinzi about the Immortal Ghost Sect.

In addition to the soul-scattering old monsters who don't care about the world, below the sect master of the Immortal Ghost Sect, there are also left and right envoys and nine elders. These people are all soul-level powerhouses, and the Nine Elders were only at the beginning of soul cultivation, and they were at the bottom of the real number. But if it weren't for the hard work of the clone, the Nine Elders alone would be enough to destroy the entire Northern Han Sect, and it can be said that it would be effortless.

And among the nine elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect, the third ranked should be the middle-aged monk in front of him. It seems to be middle-aged, but except for a demon like Amu who has advanced to the middle level of the Spirit Saint for forty years, which soul-level monk has not practiced for hundreds or thousands of years?

Soul cultivation mid-level Great Perfection, the three elders of the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Wilderness Immortal Ghost Sect floating soul!

This floating soul son is an absolute powerhouse, not to mention a pure soul-level cultivation. Its illusions, formations, and puppet techniques are ranked first in the Immortal Ghost Sect.

According to legend, its combat power can reach the high-level Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation. Although he ranked third among the Nine Elders, his combat power was by no means inferior to the two in front of him, and he was an absolute master.

"The Immortal Ghost Sect really looks down on itself!" Amu sneered in his heart.

At this time, Amu was clear-minded. The people of Liuzhen must have been killed by the floating soul son, and then set up a large array to wait for those who came, and the reason was nothing more than the Wang family and the demon coffin.

Amu stared at the floating soul, and the aura of the demon spirit was all over his body, and he was on guard.

Although with Amu's cultivation at this time, he can be regarded as invincible below the soul level, but in the end, he is invincible below the soul level. In the face of a real Soul Cultivation Intermediate Great Perfection master, let alone a master with Soul Cultivation High-level Great Perfection combat power, Amu was not sure at all.

And this certainty is to escape, not to fight! Once you enter the soul realm, you will definitely not be an ordinary monk. The gap between the levels is even greater.

However, Amu is extremely calm, and the black rattan is hidden under his right arm, ready to come out at any time. Today, even if he fights for his life, he must leave the life of the Floating Soul Son, otherwise the matter of Liu Zhen will become Amu's inner demon.

Tonight, Amu is not fighting for himself, but for the souls of Yoo-jin's dead.

"Amu?" Floating Soul Zi's voice was dry and ghostly, and a spark of excitement seemed to beat in his ruthless eyes, "It took forty years for you to appear, Your Excellency asked the old man to wait!"

"Forty years, in the blink of an eye. Half a mortal is nothing to a Soul Cultivator Dzogchen Cultivator who has practiced for thousands of years!" Amu said in an indifferent tone, but it was extremely ironic.

The Floating Soul didn't hide his breath, because there was no need for that. Amu also believed that for forty years, with Liliang of the Immortal Ghost Sect, he already knew who he was?

Both sides are understanding people, which naturally saves a lot of boring and tentative conversations.

"Are you really a demon cultivator?" The scar on the face of the floating soul was extremely glaring, like a blue-brown centipede lying on its face.

Amu didn't answer his question, but looked at the gray mist behind the Floating Soul Son, and said calmly: "Immortals are different, the seniors are soul realm cultivators, why do you want to kill them?"

Amu refers to the villagers of Liuzhen. There are countless cultivators in the Sea Desolate Divine State Realm, but there is an unwritten rule that immortal cultivators rarely make a move against mortals.

"The old man has practiced for thousands of years, and there is only life and death in his eyes, regardless of immortals!" Floating Soul Zi's eyes flashed gray, and he didn't know if he remembered the scene of slaughtering the village in the past.

"Only life and death, no matter immortals?" Amu sneered. However, even if this statement is ruthless, it can be regarded as a kind of understanding. But this kind of realization, put on the floating soul son, is just a crazy killing intention.

"Your Excellency has only been practicing for forty years, and you can see through the phantom array I have laid at a glance. knew that it was an illusion, but he forcibly suppressed his soul, and then passed through the formation without being devoured. This determination, the old man admired. ”

The Floating Soul said these words, not as a false compliment. With his cultivation of the Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation Agent, at this time, he couldn't see through Amu's cultivation at a glance, and could only faintly feel a demonic aura.

And everything that Amu Fang had just done in the big array was in full view. This great array, with the entire Liuzhen as the root and thousands of unjust souls as the spirit, is a supreme killing array.

Phantom and killing is one, and there is almost no way out. However, Amu suppressed his soul and did not touch the mechanism at all, and the entire large array became Amu's mental training ground.

It is not impossible for this big array to strangle soul-level monks, let alone the spirit level. Therefore, at this time, the Floating Soul Zi estimated that Amu's cultivation should be above and below the initial level of soul cultivation, but he would definitely not reach the initial level of the soul realm.

"Forty years?" Amu sneered, a red-black light flashed in his eyes, "Forty years is not too late. ”

"It's not too late! It's good to be here!" Floating Soul's voice became more and more erratic, and the puppet behind him seemed to smile more and more, and the green light in his eyes was more victorious, and he gradually danced with his hands.

Whether it is late or not too late is a difference in position and a difference in what is sought.

Amu raised his eyebrows, the demonic intent on his body gradually rose, and his voice was bitter: "My Wang family shouldn't be in Liuzhen!"

Amu looked at the gray mist, everything in Liuzhen in the past was vivid, and everything in Fang Cai passed through his heart.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine ants, why do you care?" the Floating Soul Son actually sighed slightly. The puppet is constantly nodding its head, which seems funny, but in fact it is extremely evil. In their opinion, the life and death of the people of Liuzhen are really ants.

"Given by the Immortal Ghost Sect, Amu will remember it forever! There will be a good reward in the future!" Amu said coldly.

Floating Soul Zi naturally heard Amu's threat, but he just snorted coldly and was unmoved.

The Immortal Ghost Sect is one of the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Sea Wilderness, and the entire Western Black Water is under its shili. There are soul-scattered old monsters in the sect, and there are countless heritages.

The Floating Soul Cultivator is a mid-level Great Perfection Northern Wilderness powerhouse, and if he stomps his feet, the entire Northern Wilderness will be shocked. The soul-level monks who died at his hands did not know how many, let alone below the soul level.

There are only two points, even if Amu is an outlier, a demon cultivator. But in the eyes of the floating soul, Amu's words are nothing more than some sad and indignant words, how can he take it to heart?

"Hand over the ghost coffin, the old man will leave your life!" The floating soul seemed to be a little cowardly, and his tone was reasonable, but the word "ghost coffin" was subconsciously pressed very low.

"Ghost coffin?" Amu suddenly shook in his heart.