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As a soul-level monk, the Floating Soul Son is no stranger to the Desolate Soul Secret Realm. The Floating Soul Son has also personally sent many monks to the Desolate Soul Secret Realm to train.

However, the Desolate Ancient War Soul is a legendary existence, and the Floating Soul Son is only known in the ancient books of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

However, he knew what the Ancient War Spirit meant!

Ten Desolate Soul Battle Souls, each of which is equivalent to a soul-level monk. Such a liliang is enough to crisscross the Northern Wilderness. The full spirit of war is like the wind, and the atmosphere of the desolate and ancient is diffused for hundreds of miles. And this is just a simple leak, not a deliberate one.

Amu Gujing has no waves, standing between the ten black war spirits. His robe was as white as snow, but black flames rose all around him, like black flowers blooming.

At this moment, Amu is the king of these war spirits.

"Ten thousand years ago, the desolate ancients were endless, the three realms were in great war, and the sky was stained with blood! There was an unwilling and unyielding soul, who died without dying, and did not enter reincarnation, it was for the ancient war soul!"

Amu's voice is far away, as if it came from eons ago, because it is the memory of the God of War King. At the center of Amu's eyebrows, the traces of the ancient lamp of the war spirit gradually emerged.

A red flame jumped at the center of his eyebrows, it was a sacred relic of the powerful who reigned over the world.

The floating soul child's expression was already solemn, and the gray-clothed and long-haired hunting moved. At this time, this soul-level intermediary Great Perfection monk really regarded Amu as an opponent.

"This kind of means is not in vain for the old man to wait for forty years!" At this time, the floating soul son was bluffing his hands into claws, and his gray robe was bulging, ready to really make a move.

At this time, Amu's eyes changed suddenly, the magic sense of his left eye, the magic intention of his right eye, and the red and black pupils appeared.

It turned out that there was a silver thread between the ten fingers of the floating soul and the ten dolls.

It's a pity that when the Northern Cold Rebellion was bitterly divided into a clone to fight the Nine Elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect, Amu was in a coma, otherwise Amu would definitely think of the Nine Elders' Hundred Ghost Corpse Array.

With the same vein and origin, the Three Elders Puppet Technique and the Nine Elders Ghost Corpse Array are quite similar.

History is really similar sometimes. At the beginning, the Thousand Souls Dance was against the Hundred Ghost Corpse Array, and tonight Amu wanted to use the Ten Soul Dance against the puppet technique of the Floating Soul Son.

It's just that Amu Dance's soul is not the soul of a monk, but the soul of the ancient war.

This is a soul-level battle.

Liu Zhen was gray, the ghosts were screaming, and the surrounding hundreds of miles were actually controlled by the soul of the floating soul. Therefore, in the past forty years, all those who entered within a hundred miles of Liuzhen had turned into powerful ghosts and became the help of the great array.

Now, in the fog of Willow Town. The floating soul son is dressed in a gray robe, and he controls ten puppets with different postures, and he is evil. And Amu was dressed in white, and he was guarded by ten desolate ancient war spirits, and he was even more murderous.

"Fight!" the Floating Soul snorted, his fingers trembling slightly. The ten puppets exploded in an instant. The strange laughter shuttled between each other and went straight to Amu.

Amu froze and didn't move, staring at the ten puppets like gray butterflies, his eyes flashing with brilliance, as if he was about to forget something. However, although the others did not move, the ten desolate ancient battle spirits had already roared in unison at a thought.

"Roar—" Straight to the ten dolls.

The afterimages are constantly intertwined. The ten puppets were light and agile, fast as lightning, like meteors cutting through the sky, and the ten ancient war spirits swung giant shields and axes, sinking like mountains.

At this time, whether it is the puppet of the floating soul or the battle soul of Amu, they all have the strength of soul-level monks, and the combat power of twenty soul-level monks can be imagined.

Soul power filled the void, constantly impacting, stirring up layers of qi waves. The night sky was almost torn apart, and a hundred miles were firmly imprisoned by soul power.

At the same time, it is also an extremely strange battle.

Those ten puppets relied on their strange body styles, and they actually walked away, and they would never go head-to-head with the ancient war spirit. The ten dolls have different postures and different spells, which can be described as brilliant.

And the Ancient War Soul is relatively much simpler, which can be described as clumsy. Changge and shields dance like the wind, and the puppet can't get close to the puppet with a thousand spells, so that it seems to be a fierce god of war.

Floating Soul and Amu both stood on the sidelines. The floating soul's face was slightly condensed, and his ten fingers of bravado jumped from time to time, almost every time he jumped, it was a new spell.

The ten dolls seem to dance at his fingertips, and all kinds of spells erupt out, and they are brilliant. Soul-level cultivators, there are hundreds of techniques to practice, which is not insignificant. This is what Amu secretly admires.

At this time, Amu stood with his hands in his hands, looking quite relaxed. However, the magic sense in his left eye continued to shoot out, and the ancient lamp mark in the center of his eyebrows gradually danced.

The Floating Soul Son condenses his soul power into silver filaments to control the puppet, which is an extremely superior means. And Amu's cultivation of the soul dance technique is even more mysterious, originally guided by demonic sense.

However, for the Desolate Ancient War Soul, Amu doesn't have to consume demon consciousness at all, just because the Battle Spirit Ancient Lamp at the center of his eyebrows is enough to control everything. Therefore, the current Amu can be in good time.

Otherwise, with the Spirit Saint Cultivator, it is impossible to control ten Desolate Ancient Battle Souls with absolute soul-level strength, even if Amu's demonic sense is strong, it is impossible to be stable.

Puppetry, soul control are both long-distance battles. The main controller seems to be safe, but in fact it is dangerous. Because, if you make a mistake, then all attacks will be stacked on the main controller or countered by the puppet soul.

At this time, the Floating Soul Zi suffered a little, he didn't dare to be careless, and Amu was using the Battle Soul Ancient Lantern as a medium to manipulate the War Soul at this time, so there was no need to worry.

The soul qi is vertical and horizontal within a radius of 100 miles, except for Liu Zhen who is controlled by the magic of the floating soul son, everything within 100 miles has long been completely ruined. This battle may be no less than the battle of Baicheng in the north that year.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a short time, and at this time, Amu's heart moved, and a war spirit seized the opportunity, slammed his long ge, rolled up dozens of feet of black mang, and hit a puppet.

And the puppet hurriedly laid down three defenses, but unfortunately, under the death aura of the ancient war spirit, it collapsed in an instant.

"Boom-" The puppet was directly dispersed, and the light in the sky was like a meteor shower.

"Huh?" Floating Soul raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but snort, it seemed that this time had some effect on him.

However, there was no joy in Amu's eyes. I saw that as soon as the meteor shower appeared, the stump of the puppet had not yet landed, and it was reassembled and restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Amu also frowned, these puppets are really difficult. However, Amu will never believe in immortality. He knew that he had just not found a way to break the Floating Soul Puppet for the time being.

These puppets must have their own dead ends.

There were two similar situations one after another, the Floating Soul Zi was mainly defending at this time, and Amu was the main attacker. It seemed that Amu had the upper hand, but Amu knew that the floating soul was waiting for the opportunity.

A sneer gradually appeared on the face of the Floating Soul Son, although his puppets were scattered three times, those Desolate Ancient War Spirits were even more ferocious. However, it seems that Amu has no good way to prevent the restoration of his puppet, so that he is equal to being invincible.

Amu was still calm, but the black and red light between his eyes flashed alternately, and he kept staring at the ten strange dolls.

The ten dolls were exactly the same, with a strange smile and a mocking smile in the evil, and there was almost no difference except for the different spells.

"Huh?" Amu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly noticed that one of the puppets was a little different.

Among the ten dolls, only one doll did not have a green glow in its eyes. That's right, this should be the original puppet.

"Boom-" Another puppet was scattered by the Ancient War Spirit.

At this time, the eyes of the puppet that did not flash green suddenly burst into a ray of green light. Random, just dismantled dolls, instantly restored.

The ontology?Amu's heart was shocked. I didn't expect the floating soul to be under the puppet technique, and there was also an illusion.

At the same time, the Ancient Desolate Demon Scripture that Amu had been circling in his mind directly turned into a long dragon.

"Break!" Amu snorted. Zaijian's scripture broke through the void and went straight to the puppet that had just been restored.

"Huh?" Seeing this, the Floating Soul couldn't help frowning, "What kind of spell is this?"

The Ancient Desolate Demon Scriptures and the Desolate Ancient War Spirit all originated from the Desolate Ancient Era. As soon as the scripture came out, the ancient war spirit was suddenly inspired by it, and looked up to the sky and roared in unison.

However, Amu's purpose in sacrificing the Desolate Demon Sutra is not here, but to break the illusion of the Floating Soul Child.

With Amu's "break", the black scripture blasted directly at the puppet.

"Boom-" This time the puppet shattered not with a loud noise, but with a long and mournful roar.

Amu peeked at it, and the body of the main puppet shook, and the index finger of his left hand directly turned into black smoke, and it never recovered.

The puppet that was blown away turned directly into the index finger of a puppet, and in the void, it flickered with gray brilliance, but it was imprisoned there by Amu's ancient scriptures, unable to move.

"Hmph!" Floating Soul's face changed, and he snorted coldly, "Close!"

He didn't give Amu a chance to cast the Desolate Demon Scripture again, but shook it with both hands, and the remaining nine puppets instantly merged into one.

"Your Excellency, what a trick!" the Floating Soul Son put the puppet by his side and looked at Amu with some strange expression.

"Each other, each other!" Amu looked indifferent, and then stretched out his hand and directly took the severed finger of the puppet in his hand, "I admire the ability to use puppet magic and illusion so seamlessly!"

It turned out that there were ten puppets of Fang Cai Floating Soul Child, nine voids and one reality, except for the body, the rest were all transformed by the fingers of this body.

As long as the body is not destroyed, the clone can be reborn in an instant.

Amu has a magic eye, that is, the soul body of the painstaking son can be seen through at a glance, but it took nearly half an hour to see through the magic of the floating soul, and then with the help of the ancient desolate demon scriptures that can break all illusions, the doppelganger was shattered, and its connection with the body was severed, and it was imprisoned and then beaten back to its original form.

I have to say that the technique of this floating soul is quite subtle and weird.

"For thousands of years, Your Excellency is still the first person to break my technique!" At this time, the floating soul son stroked the puppet named Xiao Soul again with one hand, as if comforting.

And the puppet was not grinning at this time, but was in tears, as if he had been greatly wronged, and at the same time looked at Amu with resentment.

This is indeed a bizarre doll.

However, the Floating Soul Son did not dare to send this puppet to battle again, just because he couldn't read through Amu's ancient desolate demon scriptures. If Amu concocted it and cut off the connection between himself and this little soul, then I, a puppet who had cultivated for nearly a thousand years, would probably be imprisoned by it.

"No one will break the spells of their predecessors in the future!" Amu sneered.

Ten desolate ancient war souls, straight to the floating soul. Amu is going to kill the Floating Soul Son tonight, so naturally there will be no one else in the future.

Naturally, the Floating Soul heard what Amu meant, but he sneered. It's just that he broke his own puppetry, how can he be so rampant.

The Floating Soul saw the ten Ancient War Souls attacking, but he didn't see how nervous he was.

If he only relied on a puppet, the Floating Soul would not have such a prestige in the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture. The mid-level Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation, Amu still looked down on him.

I saw that the gray robe of the floating soul child moved, and disappeared directly.