When Amu first entered the Northern Han Sect, Han Qianli once said that seven thousand years ago, the seven peaks in the north of the town disappeared overnight, and since then the black fog has been filled. The Northern Han ancestors taught that sentient beings are not allowed to enter the cold plain.

Presumably, these were all the methods of the demon lang and the painstaking son back then, since nearly 10,000 monks were required to sacrifice, then the monks of the Northern Han Sect in the former Zhenbei line must have made sacrifices.

"There is no way, in order to prevent the sea desolate Shenzhou from being calamitized......"

Speaking of this, the black cloth did not say any more, but his cheeks tightened, and the pain in his face was incomprehensible. And the real body of the painstaking son who was sitting cross-legged, although he kept his eyes closed, two tears actually fell from the corners of his eyes.

"The souls of the disciples of the Northern Han Sect cannot die, except for me, all of them are imprisoned in this black fog by me and the Demon Lang. I am a sinner of the Northern Han Sect, and I will never dare to recognize myself as a child of the Northern Han Sect!" The voice of the black-clothed bitter son was extremely dry.

"Exchange the seven thousand years of peace and joy of the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture with the disciples of the first line, I think that if the disciples of the Northern Han of the first line of Zhenbei know it, they will definitely not blame you. Amu comforted.

"These are the fates of the Northern Han Sect on the wheel of cause and effect!" The black-clothed painstaking man glanced up in the direction of Tianzang Peak, and said again, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

"Now I'm the heir of the Demon Coffin, but what is that Demon Lang Order?" Amu asked again. When Master Wang never let the demon coffin enter the sea, he never said anything about the magic lang and the magic lang order.

"The Order of the Devil, the Order of the Devil. All the demon servants of the Sea Wilderness, seeing that the Demon Lang Ling is now the deity, must completely obey the orders! Every demon servant of the Sea Wilderness has made a blood sacrifice oath, and if they violate it, they will be wiped out in an instant! It's just that after seven thousand years, there is no news from the Demon Lang. I've never seen the Demon Lang Order again!"

There was a slight sadness in the tone of the black-clothed painstaking son, maybe for a demon servant, in the past seven thousand years, without seeing the master, there is too much loneliness and incomprehension.

"Your master Wang Jue, I really don't know who it is, but since I can give you the demon coffin, I must have a close relationship with the demon lang. Perhaps, the order of the demon lang is also in his hands. ”

Amu nodded, he had been thinking about it, but he was at a loss.

After a period of silence, the black-clothed man looked painstakingly at the colorful shijie formed by the vast cold plain and the seven peaks in the north of the town, and sighed again:

"The Sea Desolate Shenzhou has been calm for seven thousand years, but I am afraid that this happy day is coming to an end!"

"Oh?" Amu also looked at it, puzzled, "Senior, now, this Heavenly Trench Seal seems to be better than the original, why did the senior say that?"

The black-clothed man shook his head bitterly and said, "No, everything in the Three Realms has its own cause and effect!" Although 10,000 have passed, the cause and effect of the Taihuang Gate and the Purple Hidden City are not finished. ”

"Too Wild?" said Amu keenly.

The black-clothed man nodded bitterly and said, "As a descendant of the Demon Coffin, you have already appeared. A few days ago, the Northern Wilderness was compared, and the Heavenly Wilderness Gate was ready to move. The so-called soul cultivator Qingkui is actually a possessed puppet of the original Taihuangmen Soul Scattering Power, and a wisp of remnant soul has been collected by me, but I can't find the location of the soul scattering monk. That Murong Huang's ostensible identity is His Royal Highness of the Great Murong Dynasty, but the real origin is very much, even I can't see through it. It is expected that it was too deserted back then, and there must have been a certain amount of shili preserved. After nearly 10,000 years, I am afraid that I will make a comeback!"

Amu thought for a while and said, "If that's the case, Purple Ghost City will definitely not sit idly by!"

"That's right! On the day you left the Demon Coffin Enchantment, Jin Feng, the Holy Envoy of the Feng Clan in Purple Hidden City, suddenly came to the world, and he had already used the way of Purple Hidden City to warn all the shili on the Sea Wasteland!

"The way of Purple Ghost City?" Amu asked.

"Jin Feng, the holy envoy of the Feng clan in Purple Shadow City, sings a song of detachment, and all the soul-scattering level monks on the sea wilderness can hear it!"

"Song of Hatred?"

"It was an ancient song sung by the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower many times that day, and no one knew who made it, and they definitely didn't dare to say it easily. It's just that as soon as that song appears, it represents the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower!"

"Leaving the hatred song, leaving the hatred!" Amu didn't ask about the specific content of the hatred song, but something seemed to flash in his mind, but it was fleeting, it was a wisp of the memory inheritance of the God of War King, but it was incomplete and no longer remembered.

The black-clothed bitter man didn't pay much attention to Amu, but continued:

"In addition to the Desolate Gate, the various things in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm you have experienced seem to be even more bizarre and incomprehensible. That Demon Cultivator Xiao Luo is actually the same as Murong Huang, and everything about the Demon Venerable is so absurd. That was almost beyond the boundaries of the Sea Desolate Divine State. In the past 10,000 years, the Emperor of the Great Desolation has been hidden, and now he has actually appeared in the White City of the Northern Desolation. All this shows that the storm is coming! I am afraid that the turbulent days of the sea wilderness are not far away. For 7,000 years, there has been no trace of the Heavenly Maiden's phantom flower. Since that day of separation, the demon lang is also missing, and now I have only seen you, the heir of the demon coffin, but not the demon lang order. Your master, Wang Xuan, is absolutely mysterious and mysterious, I don't know what the relationship is with the Demon Lang!

After saying this in one breath, the black cloth couldn't help frowning slightly, and then he untied the gourd on his waist, drank a big sip of wine, and let out a long breath of turbidity.

"Now the situation is complicated, if the white-haired old man in the hotel is really the emperor of the wilderness, then he will definitely have his own plans for you to go to the Western Black Water! The Western Black Water Narcissus Ghost Sect has always been very strange and unfathomable. Although the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Sea Desolation are not as desolate as they were back then, they are definitely not something you can enter and exit casually. It's just that, as you said, whether it's your sister and master, or Han Qianli, it's worth your trip to Heishui. This black water line, no matter how dangerous it is, is imperative!"

"That's right, senior, whether the western black water is a sword mountain and a sea of fire, or an endless hell, Amu will also break through!"

The black-clothed painstaking man knew that Amu was resolute, nodded and said: "Back then, the demon lang was brilliant and beautiful, and the Three Realms were invincible, and it was expected that the demon coffin could be passed into your hands, and it would be right." However, your destiny is something I can't see through. It's just that you have to make complete preparations to go to Blackwater! I could have gone with you, but now everything is confusing. If I'm not here, I'm afraid my old fellow won't be able to!"

The old man in the mouth of the black-clothed man naturally refers to his true body. Last time, Jin Fenggao sang a song of hatred, which stimulated the nature of the ancient demon, and almost broke out of the seal, but he was quickly recalled, otherwise he really couldn't suppress the ancient demon.

"Juniors understand!" Amu said.

"Now, you have taken the remnants of the coffin, but you can't repair the demon coffin! However, I don't know how many pieces of coffin there are in this sea wilderness. On the same day, the magic lang came to the sea again, and as soon as the magic coffin came out, it was already a broken corner. As for how to repair the coffin, no one knows. However, since the demon coffin is in your Danhai, and there is a piece of coffin remnants to protect you, plus all kinds of anti-heaven things on your body, although you are currently only a high-level Spirit Saint, the monks below the Scattered Soul want your life to ascend to the sky. But if you encounter a Soul Scattering level monk, then you will not have the slightest power to resist. Cultivating the soul and scattering the soul, although they are both soul realms, they are worlds apart. That's absolutely fundamentally different. ”

Amu knew that what the black-clothed hard-working man said was true, and that day, in the White City, when facing the mad monk Master Tianxiu, the white-haired old man and the mysterious Murong Haiqing, Amu felt the absolute difference in strength, which was not something that any magic weapon could make up. The high-level Great Perfection of soul cultivation is definitely the limit of Amu's combat power now, and he definitely does not dare to guarantee that he can win in battle.

"The high-level Great Perfection of Soul Scattering can have a ninefold clone, and it has almost earth-shaking power, and it is definitely not something you can resist. Amu, you still have to improve your cultivation again, and it's better to have more means. The black-clothed man continued.

Amu frowned, he knew that he had a lot of magic weapons against the sky, but due to the constraints of the realm, the power he exerted was limited, and he groaned slightly and said: "Senior, I want to resurrect that Desolate Soul Ancient Beast!"

Amu will never forget the murals he saw in the Black Demon Hall of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, the Demon Venerable holding the Demon Coffin, smiling proudly in the Three Realms, no one can beat him.

And the Desolate Soul Ancient Beast is the pet of the Demon Venerable, and its power can be imagined. Moreover, according to the inheritance of the God of War King, Amu speculated that as long as the resurrected Desolate Soul Beast was a master of the Tribulation Realm, it was not the opponent of the Eternal Beast.

It's just that Amu knows that only the cubs of the Desolate Soul Beast can be resurrected now. Dacheng's desolate soul beast, I don't know how many years it will go through.

"Resurrect the Desolate Soul Beast?" the black-clothed Bitter Soul Beast frowned slightly.

There are many things about Amu in the Secret Realm of the Desolate Soul, many of which are beyond the cognition of the painstaking son. So I don't know much about resurrecting the desolate soul beast, and the black-clothed painstaking man.

"According to you, it's the Great Beast of the Ancients. Are you sure you can control it?" said the black-clothed Bitter Mind a little worried.

"Seniors rest assured, as long as its resurrection is successful, Amu is 100% sure of the control! Because the essence of the desolate soul is the soul of the ancient beast, as long as the juniors are completely refined, the desolate soul beast will be resurrected, and it will live with my bloodline and recognize me as the master. "Amu Dao.

"Since you are sure, then do as you say! However, there is a Beidou Heaven Sealing Array on Zhenbei Peak, and you must not resurrect that ancient beast, otherwise once it hooks that ancient demon, I will definitely not be able to suppress it!"

"Hmm!" Amu nodded, thinking in his heart where to resurrect the Desolate Soul Beast.

Originally, Amu didn't think about it so much, and he was really ready to resurrect the Desolate Soul Beast on the north peak of Zhenbei, but now it seems impossible. But for such a big event as the resurrection of the Desolate Soul Beast, you must not just find a place. You must know that the aura emitted by such an ancient demonic beast when it is resurrected is by no means something that ordinary realms can bear.

"Amu, I'll provide you with a place to go, it's absolutely safe and reliable!Besides, where you can practice for a while, it's not too late to go to the western black water!"

"Where, senior, please!" Amu said.

"Arctic Immortal Sea!" said the black-clothed Bitter Son smiled faintly.