(It's still a long chapter, let's give today's recommendation vote to Shanhe!Or tomorrow, hehe!)

Listening to the screams and wild laughter outside the entrance of the cave, Amu, who was already in the Tianzi Cave Mansion at this time, lost the black glow in his eyes and looked calm.

Standing in the cave, Amu looked around and quietly looked at the Tianzi Cave.

If you have been to the Tianzi Cave at this time, you will be dumbfounded when you look at the Tianzi Cave at this time.

The cyan walls of the cave that were once as bright as mirrors are now all cracked, like the earth that has evaporated all the water vapor and cracked.

Once standing in the Tianzi Cave Mansion, you will feel like a sea of aura, but at this time, that feeling is long gone, and it has almost become the same shijie as outside the Northern Han. There is aura, but it is relatively thin, and there is no vastness of the past.

The jewel on the top of the cave still radiated a halo, but it was quite dim, and the stone platform was also covered with broken veins, spreading like a spider's web.

The entire Tianzihao Cave Mansion can be said to be unrecognizable, and now it does not look like a cultivation cave at all, but more like a broken tile kiln after a fierce battle.

The corners of Amu's mouth curved, this was the result of those nine days and nine nights, and the aura of the entire Tianzi Cave Mansion was swallowed up and entered the demon coffin.

Turning around, Amu looked at the entrance of the cave, the prohibition here was still the same, and everything outside was still clearly visible.

At this time, I saw that under the Luoyun Cliff, Yang Feng took out the fairy sword and danced, one moment to resist the wind and the other to resist the sword, dancing and shouting, completely crazy.

"Senior Brother Yang!"

"Senior Brother Yang, what's wrong with you!"

"Senior Brother Yang has gone mad!" "Luoyun Cliff was in chaos, and the Beihan disciples didn't know what to do.

Except for the three major demon caves that will defeat people's cultivation, the other Luoyun Cliff Cave Mansions are very safe, and there has never been such a situation.

Looking at that scene, Amu sneered and said to himself: "Say that you are not worthy! If it weren't for the cold senior's face is not good-looking, I will take your life today!" and then didn't care about these things, Amu sat directly on the stone platform, closed his eyes and meditated.

At this time, there was no spiritual energy for Amu to absorb, and it was a completely abandoned cave. It's just that it's extremely secluded and undisturbed.

After Amu sat down, he hugged Yuan Shouyi, and his divine consciousness sank directly into the Danhai. Amu's Danhai is shrouded in black mist, but the ink-colored fairy roots cultivated in the past are long gone.

Nine days ago, Amu's immortal root had been shattered and merged into the demon coffin. At this time, the original location of the immortal root, the magical and weird magic coffin actually stood like an eternal.

The black mist is swirling, the runes are flashing, the vicissitudes of life are simple, and the magic of the ages is revealed, like the avenue of Yun.

From time to time, blood-colored lightning swept across the Danhai.

"Take the coffin as the root!"

If anyone sees Amu's Danhai at this time, I am afraid that they will be directly shocked to death. This completely broke the cultivation rules of the Sea Desolate Immortal Cultivation Realm.

At the same time, Amu's divine consciousness released countless black ancient characters that looked like tadpoles. Each ancient text exudes an incomparably brilliant black brilliance, which is strange and magical. Countless black ancient texts continued to fly out, and then connected like dragons, surrounding the demon coffin.

"Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra" - this is the greatest gain of Amu in nine days and nine nights.

On that day, I don't know Weishenme, it seems that a wisp of demon soul has returned, and the demon coffin is shaking. Amu was eroded by the demon shadow and fell unconscious.

On the seventh day, Amuru woke up in a big dream, and this desolate demon scripture manifested from the demon coffin and was imprinted into Amu's mind.

This Desolate Demon Sutra is an ancient demon script, but for some reason, Amu actually knows everything without a teacher. It was as if those words were imprinted on Amu's life.

"Fate! Born to be associated with demons?" When he woke up that day, although Amu couldn't fully understand all the causes and effects in the Tianzihao Cave, but after thinking about it, Amu always felt that everything was predetermined, and he couldn't seem to get rid of a magic word.

Amu remembered the night he left Liuzhen, when he received the coffin on a moonlit night, and Master Wang Jue once said that he had a special physique, and he would be able to control the demon coffin, and he was also his successor, and he instructed himself to practice without good and evil, and that there was a way for immortals and demons! The so-called distinction between good and evil, and the theory of immortals and demons, is a deceptive reckless statement, and a child's ignorance theory.

"There is no good or evil in cultivation, and there is a way for immortals and demons!" Although Amu was shocked by this statement that day, he didn't quite understand why the master wanted to warn him about this.

Now that I think about it, Master must have anticipated what happened to me today.

"Demon?" Actually, Amu doesn't care about this, in his previous life, Amu was a demon king who killed people.

Who can tell?

Amu woke up that day, although his body was aching and his mind was dizzy, he felt a magical liliang rising from his Danhai, running through the strange meridians and meridians, and the meridians around his body, Amu's immortal bones seemed to have undergone a strange tempering, which was better than before. Amu could feel that the muscles and bones around his body contained vigorous blood and magical liliang.

"Demon cultivation power!" Through the Desolate Demon Sutra, Amu knew about this liliang, and at the same time, Amu suddenly felt that he had an extremely special divine sense.

Although this divine consciousness could only cover a radius of several miles, it was almost a miracle for an Amu who had just practiced for three months to have such a divine consciousness.

What's even more peculiar is that Amu's divine sense can actually penetrate all the prohibitions on the Falling Cloud Cliff, you must know that this is something that even the immortal cultivators of the Spirit Saint can't do.

The situation in the thirty-three caves of Luoyun Cliff is actually in full view. Fifteen primary cultivation caves, fifteen fixed cultivators, under Amu's divine sense, can be seen at a glance.

In particular, what made Amu pay attention was that in the No. 1 cave mansion of Dingxiu, a handsome purple-clothed boy sitting like an old monk was presumably the son of Mei Lingfeng, the first Mei Wangnan Peak of the Northern Han Sect.

Another thing that caught Amu's attention was a purple-clothed beauty with a cold face who practiced peacefully in the Renzi Cave Mansion, which was naturally Han Bingyi, another registered disciple of Han Qianli.

These two people are also the only ones whose divine consciousness swept over, and the person who frowned slightly, as if he had a slight sense of Amu's divine sense, but that's all. What surprised Ah Mu even more was that Ah Mu found that his divine consciousness could actually interfere with or even strangle the divine consciousness of an immortal cultivator of the same level, and that day he inadvertently interfered with the divine consciousness of a junior disciple, almost making him go mad.

"Demon Sense! Demon Cultivation!" Amu positioned himself in this way.

From Master Wang Jue's original admonition and three months of Beihan cultivation, he knew that when it came to demon cultivation, the immortal cultivation world had always been dismissive.

So when he saw that Han Qianli and the others attached so much importance to him, he decided to hide everything first, because he didn't know what was going to happen yet. Sure enough, no one could see through Amu's cultivation, and Amu became a waste in the eyes of everyone. Amu saw the beauty and ugliness of people's hearts clearly.

This strengthened the idea in Amu's heart, let everyone think that they are waste, and one day they will pay the price.

The demonic cultivation power in Amu's body, with the demon coffin as the root, runs through the whole body, and is quite overflowing. Last night, Amu felt that his cultivation should have entered the eighth order of primary cultivation, otherwise he would never be able to become a sword like that. A cultivator can directly reach the eighth level of primary cultivation in three months, which is not a speed that can be described by demons.

And today, Yang Feng unfortunately became the first shiyan product of his demon sense, and with his demon sense, Yang Feng was completely crazy!

As for Zhao Xian's jumping clown, let him jump around, it's not worth doing, maybe it will be useful in the future.

"There is no good or evil in cultivation, and there is a way for immortals and demons!"

Ever since Han Qianli told him about the destruction of the northern kingdom, Amu longed for Liliang even more, and he wanted to be strong quickly.

"Scrap! ridiculous. Amu smiled coldly, sitting on the treasure of the Three Realms like the Demon Coffin, I will let everyone know about my Amu's liliang in the future.

"With this magic coffin, crisscross the Three Realms!" This is the first time that Amu has thought about what Master Wang himself said since he came to Beihan.

Everything in the nine days and nine nights made Amu deeply aware of the weirdness and magic of the demon coffin, and the Desolate Demon Sutra was deeply imprinted in Amu's mind.

"Demon, the unyielding person of heaven and earth! Demon will, the unwilling thought of eternity! Demon Dao, the road to heaven of 30,000 avenues. Demon cultivation, do not go against the heart of the blood to cultivate. Immortals block and kill immortals, Buddhas block and destroy Buddhas, only my demon way, and eternity is the only one. ”

Those black desolate demon scriptures continued to evolve in Amu's mind, accompanied by a thick black mist and a trace of blood.

The ancient desolate demon scripture is ancient and profound, it is the ancient scripture, the method of cultivation of the Great Dao, and Amu can't penetrate the hundred and one.

However, Amu comprehended one of the magical powers, "Ten Thousand Demons Immortal Formula".

The Ten Thousand Demons Immortal Recipe is the basis for practicing the Desolate Demon Sutra, taking the meaning of demon energy turning immortals, this recipe can devour the immortal power of monks in the same realm, and then transform it into their own demonic cultivation power.

With this trick, you can almost be invincible in battles of the same level, even if you skip the level and fight.

Completely clear the Desolate Demon Sutra, Amu didn't dare to imagine it for the time being, but it was imperative to practice the Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Immortal Recipe Amu. Today, Amu came to Tianzihao Cave Mansion to practice this trick.

Although all the aura of this Tianzi Cave Mansion was swallowed by the demon coffin in nine days and nine nights, this place still has a pure place, which is just right for Amu to secretly cultivate.

Sitting firmly on the stone platform, I forgot about the two things, and the Tianzi Cave was terrifyingly quiet. I saw Amu's expression calm, as stable as an old monk sitting in meditation. It's just that occasionally a black mang flashes beside Amu, and it disappears in a flash.

One hour, two hours, three hours......

Sunset, moonrise, moonset, sunrise.

I don't know how long it took, Amu suddenly opened his eyes, made a seal in his hand, and shouted: "Turn into a demon!"

The only trace of aura in the cave of zaijian suddenly fluctuated strangely, and from the stone wall full of cracks, there was a trace of aura, and these aura zuihou turned into Dao black mangs and appeared in the void, crisscrossing and crisscrossing.

"Devour!" As Amu stopped drinking, all those vertical and horizontal black mangs were taken into Amu's body.

Because there was no opponent, Amu could only turn these spiritual qi into demonic qi for a try, and it was really extraordinary, the slightest trace of demonic qi was integrated into Danhai, and Amu suddenly felt a shock.

This feeling is the same as the feeling of gathering the aura in the first place, but the demonic energy that has been transformed into this seems to be more popular with Amu's body. Every trace of demonic qi entering the body made Amu's Danhai churn with joy.

At this time, Amu suddenly felt the demon coffin in Danhai vibrate slightly, and then began to sink slowly.

"Huh?" Amu was shocked, "Do you want to sleep again?"

Sure enough, the demon coffin was hidden under the Danhai, just like at the beginning, and there was no sound.

Nine days and nine nights, send out the Desolate Ancient Scripture to help Amu refine the immortal bone demon body, reach the eighth level of initial cultivation, and cultivate the Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Immortal Formula, this demon coffin seems to have temporarily completed a certain mission and returned to its former state.

However, in the center of Amu's Danhai, a faint shadow of the demon coffin was formed, which was wrapped in the demonic cultivation connection.

Amu sighed, about the magic coffin, even the master king can never understand it, how can he enjoy it to the fullest, now he can use the power of the magic coffin to practice, it is a great creation, how can he still expect it to be completely owned by himself.

However, Amu believes that one day the demon coffin will be completely used for his own purposes.

Get up and take a step and look outside the cave, at this time the moon is already in the sky, and unconsciously Amu doesn't know how many days and nights he has been cultivating.

However, now there is no one bustling outside the cave, anxiously waiting. Now there are probably few people in the entire Northern Han who still care about Amu's life or death.

But Amu didn't find it, in the sky above the Falling Cloud Cliff. A middle-aged monk in white clothes, draining all his breath, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, as if he was seriously injured, and stood silently.

"Amu, if I leave, I'll have to rely on you in the future!" the white-clothed monk whispered to himself, and then looked at the ancient jade in his hand, the light on the ancient jade was extremely dim, as if it would disappear at any time.