The moment Amu was about to sacrifice the Battle Soul Ancient Lamp, Meng Soul had already noticed that Amu's forbidden time trembled slightly.

Obviously, Amu borrowed the power of the future, but the forbidden map he had laid out with the cultivation of the Spirit Saint High Rank Great Perfection could not carry the power of the strange treasure at the center of his eyebrows at this time.

If at this time, the battle spirit ancient lamp appears, the most dangerous one is Amu. In an instant, the Nine Seals Forbidden Map may be shattered, and Amu may be directly killed.

Immediately, I saw Meng Soul get up, this was the first time he got up. Meng Soul held the guqin in his arms, stood up, and pinched a magic trick with one hand.

"Town!" Meng Soul snorted.

A green light rose from between his fingers and headed straight for Amu.

The green mangs are like fairy energy, and at the moment when they envelop Amu, they exude a soft brilliance.

An irresistible liliang directly sealed the ancient lamp of the war spirit at the heart of Amu's eyebrows. At the same time, it also imprisoned Amu's time imprisonment.

The gap in the realm is undoubtedly interpreted in this duel between Amu and Meng Soul. As long as Meng Soul is willing, Amu doesn't even have a chance to make a move, just like now. Even if there is a war soul ancient lamp, it is also sealed by Meng Soul.

"Scatter!" Meng Soul snorted again.

Zaijian Amu's forbidden time, under the green light of that Meng soul, dissipated in an instant.

"Hmm!" The forbidden time at Amu's feet dispersed, and in an instant, time reversed, and Amu was directly pulled back from the future to the present.

The ban of time dissipated, and Amu's cultivation fell back in an instant.

Soul Cultivation Advanced Great Perfection, Soul Cultivation High Stage, Soul Cultivation Intermediate Stage, Soul Cultivation Initial Stage, Spirit Saint High Order Great Perfection.

"Wow-wow-" Amu spurted several mouthfuls of blood, blood staining his clothes.

His face was gloomy, there was a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth, and Amu's temples were actually dyed with blue frost.

That was a side effect of the forbidden time, two times in a row, especially this second time, Amu borrowed the high-level Great Perfection of soul cultivation liliang, which had already consumed Amu's longevity.

At this time, Amu was completely supported by a thought. Danhai is even more empty.

Meng Soul stood on top of the black stone and didn't say anything, just looked at Amu with sadness in his eyes.

At the zuihou moment, if he hadn't broken the ban of time, then when the murder weapon at Amu's eyebrows was sacrificed and the ban of time was broken, the consequences would be unimaginable.

zaijian, Amu flipped with one hand, and dozens of silver-level spirit coins flashed, and now in his hand. He crossed his knees on the ground and began to replenish himself with spirit stones.

There is still a seven-star bitter dew Amu, but starting from the Nai He Bridge, Amu has already drunk six drops of the seven-star bitter dew in a row, you must know that the bitter dew is extremely domineering, and it can restore Amu almost instantly, but even if it is Amu's immortal bone demon body, it can't bear too much.

Therefore, at this moment, the safer way is to use the silver-level spirit coins on your body. When a hundred silver-grade spirit coins turned into powder, Amu finally regained a little bit of brilliance.

During the whole process, Meng Soul didn't say anything, just looked at Amu quietly. Sometimes, he was really amazed by the various miracles that Amu had on him. The silver-level spirit coins above heal injuries, which is by no means something that ordinary monks can do.

But Meng Soul knew that not to mention that Amu was seriously injured at this time, and his recovery was extremely limited, even if Amu was in his heyday, it would never be possible for him to pass this level.

"Thank you, senior!" Amu stood up and bowed to Meng Soul.

Amu understood that although Meng Soul didn't know his relationship with the Battle Soul Ancient Lamp, and would never be eaten by it, Meng Soul had just broken the ban of time, which was actually to save him.

"Are you willing this time? If you force your way through, even if I don't make a move, I'm afraid you'll die here. Even if you are a demonic cultivator, there is a limit to what you can endure in your physical body. Meng Soul looked at Amu Dao.

Amu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled miserably.

It turned out that in front of the Tribulation Realm Cultivator, he didn't even have a chance to come out with the Battle Soul Ancient Lantern. Amu also knew that with his current state, not to mention Meng Soul, even if he came to the first level of soul cultivation, he might be unable to resist.

However, after listening to Meng Soul's words, Amu had no words.

In fact, Amu still has the means, but at this time, I am afraid that it will be too late to use it or it will not be able to do it.

There is also a desolate soul beast that may wake up at any time in his Qiankun Ruyi bracelet, which is a spirit beast of the Tribulation Realm. The most important thing is that in the depths of his Danhai Sea, there is also his greatest reliance - the demon coffin.

However, the coffin often only appears when one's life is in danger. Amu has never controlled the Demon Coffin against the enemy.

Now that I think about it, many of Amu's anti-heaven magic weapons, such as the Demon Coffin, such as the Battle Soul Ancient Lamp, only burst out the most powerful liliang when he was under great threat, just like the seven-colored auspicious clouds that faced off on the Northern Wilderness Cold Plains that day.

Looking at Amu's slightly stunned appearance, Meng Soul couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"What else do you have?"

Amu shook his head and didn't answer.

However, Meng Soul saw that what Amu wanted to express was not nothing, but that he didn't want to say it.

"Wang Han, you have all the treasures and have a good background. Tell me, why are you desperate to go to hell?" Meng Soul finally sighed and asked slowly.

Amu listened to Meng Soul's words, raised his head and looked at him, and did not answer, but asked rhetorically: "Senior, you have cultivated to the heavens and the earth, but you are full of sorrow! Looking at the entire sea wilderness, I am afraid that there are not many opponents, since you are not a member of the Immortal Ghost Sect, then why do you want to guard the gate of this hell? What is there in this hell?"

When Meng Soul heard Amu's question, he couldn't help but be shocked, it seemed that in the past seven thousand years, no one who had gone to the gate of hell had asked him such a question.

"Me?" Meng Soul smiled bitterly.

After a while, Meng Soul looked at the night sky of the Netherworld Mountain before slowly replying, "What's in hell? Maybe I don't know at all!"

"Huh?" Amu was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling that Meng Soul was telling a joke.

But when he looked at Meng Soul, he could feel that what this mysterious Demon Qin Meng Soul said was definitely not a lie, but it sounded a little ridiculous.

"The predecessors don't know what the town guards, but isn't it ridiculous to be here for nine thousand years?"

"Ridiculous?" Meng Soul smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe!"

For a long time, Meng Soul and Amu were silent for a while, which was a strange and inexplicable silence.

"I'm guarding this place for the most important person in my life!" Meng Soul's tone was extremely low, as if this sentence had not been said to anyone for thousands of years, but it had always been in his heart.

"The most important person, guard?" Amu's expression instantly became a little solemn.

At this moment, Amu remembered his painstaking thoughts, he knew that any person of this level, if he wanted to protect something, he would definitely have a strong reason and absolute belief, and he would definitely bear unimaginable pain from others.

In essence, Meng Soul is the same as Bitter Heart, he is a guardian. Nine thousand years is also countless time for the monks who have tribulated the realm.

"Junior admiration!" Amu sighed.

He didn't ask who the most important person was for Meng Soul, because everyone had their own shijie.

"Senior, I'm just like you! I'm going to hell for the most important people in my life. Only then did Amu answer Meng Soul's question.

"Oh?" Meng Soul frowned slightly, not understanding what Amu meant.

"For more than forty years, that mortal old man who walked here casually was the master who raised me since I was a child! Amu didn't hide it anymore, and directly told Meng Soul about Wang Jue.

"What?" Meng Soul's body shook, he almost thought he had misheard, "That mortal old man for more than forty years is your master?"

"That's right!" Amu nodded, "He's my master!"

Meng Soul was stunned, he still remembered the scene when the old man came to the gate of hell.

The old man in black, slightly hunched over, stood in front of him like that. Meng Soul didn't know when he appeared. Then the old man looked at the gate of hell, sighed slightly, and almost didn't even look at Meng Soul, as if he was walking in his own yard, and walked directly into hell.

There is no barrier, and nothing can stop it. That was the most powerful person Meng Soul had ever encountered in this life, although Meng Soul knew clearly that it was definitely a mortal.

But when the old man in black walked in front of him, he couldn't do anything but watch, like a nightmare.

They seemed to be in two shijie, and Meng Soul was completely imprisoned. Meng Soul had never had that feeling, and now he still has palpitations in his heart when he thinks about it.

"He's your master!" Meng Soul's smile was a little helpless.

In his opinion, maybe he didn't even have the qualifications to start with the disciple of the old man in black, because the old man's methods might be too high and too high.

However, Amu was very weak, and it was even too weak for Meng Soul.

"He's my master, and I regard him as my father!" Amu's voice was deep.

At this time, Amu recovered a lot, and although his face was pale, the demonic flames on his body began to rise gradually.

"Treat him as his father!" Meng Soul recalled Amu's words, as if he had touched his heart, and his eyes were a little confused.

"If I can't go to hell today, I'm willing to die here!" Amu's eyes showed unprecedented determination.

Suddenly, the Demon Flame Hunt around Amu rolled. If Amu is a lamp that is about to run out, then at this moment Amu is going to burn zuihou.

Meng Soul was still standing on the black stone, dressed in black, holding the guqin in his arms.

He didn't know what kind of means Amu had as a disciple of the old man in black, but he knew that no matter what the means, Amu had no possibility of victory in front of him.

If Meng Soul was willing, he could make Amu feel the same way he did when he faced the old man in black.

"Treat him as his father!" Meng Soul repeated Amu's words again, as if he was experiencing something. The eyes that had been vicissitudes were full of sadness again.

For a long time, time seemed to stand still.

Meng Soul stood there holding the guqin in his arms, as if he had been silent for nine thousand years, and the demonic flame on Amu's body was burning and hunting, but it was silent.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of a piano.

The sound of the piano is far different from the sound of Meng Soul's piano, there is no spring dingdong, no light and color, and no green water and green mountains.

Lingering grievances, sad and sad.

Between the ten fingers of Meng Soul's dancing, what was played was endless melancholy and sorrow.

Amu stood there, and suddenly, he felt completely imprisoned.

The power of imprisonment does not come from the sound of the qin, but from the soul of Meng itself.

It was the power of the Tribulation Realm, and through the protection of the remnants of the coffin, it directly acted on Amu's body.

At that moment, Amu couldn't move at all. This is the ability of the Tribulation Realm Cultivator, which is a liliang that the Cultivator, Spirit, and Soul Realm Cultivators cannot comprehend.

If Meng Soul is willing, maybe he can make Amu Dao extinguish his soul in an instant.