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"Shen Yan, be careful!" Seeing the figure heading straight for Shen Yan, Amu couldn't help but exclaim. Fang Cai Amu has been trying his best to guard against Xiao Luo, and he didn't expect that someone would suddenly make a move on Shen Yan.

Although Amu's mind moved, the black rattan had already gone straight to the figure that attacked Shen Yan, but it was too late.

The speed of that figure was incredible, and it actually passed through the defense of the Yin Yang Galaxy Diagram and went straight to the top of Shen Yan's head to grab it.

"Soul body?" Shen Yan was shocked when he saw the person coming clearly. With the power of the Yin and Yang Galaxy River Diagram, it didn't stop the comers, what kind of secret method was that?

But at this time, Shen Yan is not allowed to think too much. Electric, everything is in a flash.

Whether it was Shen Yan's dodge or Amu's black rattan, it was no faster than this figure's arm, because it was a soul cultivation level soul body.

The monk's fingertips had already touched Shen Yan's mask.

But at this critical moment, Shen Yan's ghost mask once again exerted its might, and suddenly it was magnificent. The hideous grimace instantly erupted with dazzling brilliance.

It's still that indescribable dazzling light, it doesn't belong to any kind of color, it can't even be counted as a kind of light, but an inexplicable liliang manifestation. It was a magical liliang from the Nine Netherworlds.

At the same time, an extremely poignant ghost roar rushed straight to the Nine Heavens. This ghostly howl was even more poignant than the one just now, like the howl of a terrible ghost from hell, making the apocalyptic image of this desolate soul secret realm even more gloomy.

With this ghost scream, Shen Yan actually flew out upside down and was caught by Amu.

At the same time, the figure that attacked Shen Yan was also shocked and landed directly on Xiao Luo's side.

The man was a middle-aged scribe dressed in green clothes, with a long white face and a long beard, and his eyes were introverted. Although he was not injured at this time, he looked at Shen Yan's ghost mask with an extremely strange expression.

"Mr. Wen, are you okay?" Xiao Luo asked.

The middle-aged scribe shook his head slightly, but was speechless.

"Aren't you a descendant of the Ghost Saint?" the middle-aged scribe suddenly said to Shen Yan.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" At this time, Shen Yan was held by Amu, blood oozed from the ghost mask, and it seemed that the injury was not light.

Hearing the words of this middle-aged scribe, Shen Yan stopped coughing, and then sneered, "It's really ridiculous, when did I say that I am a descendant of the Ghost Saint?"

As soon as she said this, not only Xiao Luo and Mr. Nawen were stunned, but even Amu was also shocked. Shen Yan is not a descendant of the Ghost Saint?

"The Ghost Saint is certainly powerful, but if you want to have a disciple like me, I'm afraid it's still not enough! You, a soul body of the mid-level Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation, also want to take my life easily?

Shen Yan's voice was cold and piercing, and at the same time, it gradually became ghostly! Although the ghost mask covered Shen Yan's face, at this time, Xiao Luo and Mr. Nawen could both feel Shen Yan's cold gaze.

When Shen Yan said this, everyone was shocked again.

Soul Cultivation Intermediate Great Perfection? Amu couldn't help but gasp! You must know that the black-robed clone of the painstaking son is also the Soul Cultivation Intermediate Great Perfection! This shows that this Mr. Wen is an existence like the painstaking mind, and he is really at least a scattered soul.

Isn't there a restriction on cultivation in this Desolate Soul Secret Realm? How did the cultivators of the Mid-level Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation come in? Could it be that the Spirit of the Desolate Soul was collected by himself, and the Demon Venerable Bell was also collected, and the rules in this Desolate Soul Secret Realm changed.

Amu thought to himself. The apocalyptic image of Zaijian's secret realm strengthened his guess, and this desolate demon secret realm was about to collapse.

At this time, Shen Yan's ghost mask suddenly shone again, and Shen Yan also stood up straight.

"Wang Han, you go first! Leave this desolate soul secret realm, I will cut off the queen for you!" Shen Yan's voice was ghostly, and his tone was very different from usual, like a female ghost.

At this time, how can Amu go? Let him break off for Shen Yan It's almost the same!

The four Desolate Ancient War Spirits were lined up, and Amu's eyebrows flashed, and the original two Battle Spirits were also summoned. The six Ancient War Spirits directly surrounded Ah Mu and Shen Yan in it.

"Shen Yan, the Third World Dream Soul Flower has already arrived! You go first, I'll be fine!" Saying that, Amu's eyebrows flashed, and a drop of soul blood flew out, shining brightly, it was the soul blood of Shen Yan that he exchanged when he and Shen Yan formed an alliance.

At this time, Amu wanted to return this drop of soul blood to Shen Yan and let her leave quickly.

Both of them hope that the other party will go first, and only one of them can resist the two of them, and now with the addition of a soul cultivation mid-level Great Perfection, what does that mean, both of them know very well.

The soul realm is the existence that countless monks in the sea wilderness need to look up to for a lifetime. Killing Amu and Shen Yan, Mr. Nawen may only be between the backhand.

"Don't be humble, none of you can leave today!" Sure enough, Mr. Nawen spoke, he was an absolute great cultivator. Before he could finish speaking, he raised his right hand, and pointed his middle and index fingers straight into the void.

"Knot!" As he snapped, a ray of light shot out from his fingertips, spreading out in the void, and an enchantment within a radius of dozens of miles was formed!

The white curtain covers the sky, and everything in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm is blocked, and this place has become a shijie of its own.

"Enchantment!"

This is a spell that can only be performed by monks above the high level of the Spirit Saint, and the enchantment of a mid-level Great Perfection monk who cultivates the soul is naturally even more powerful.

"Hehe!" looked up, but Shen Yan smiled, "Do you think your enchantment can stop us?"

"Haha!" Mr. Wen suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, "Little girl, you are too confident!"

"The Supreme Ghost Face, although it is powerful, I am afraid that it is not my opponent for the old man!" Mr. Wen's eyes released two divine rays and looked directly at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan's body was obviously shocked, she didn't expect that there would be someone on the sea wilderness who could call out the name of this mask.

"I didn't expect you to recognize this mask? It's really surprising!" Shen Yan said coldly.

When Mr. Wen heard Shen Yan's words, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Little girl, it's you who is surprising! Isn't it even more shocking to say that you are the descendant of the Ghost Saint!"

Xiao Luo raised his eyebrows, and Amu was even more surprised. Ghost Venerable! Demon Venerable! can be called Zun, what kind of existence is self-explanatory. The power of the Demon Venerable, Amu has a little experience.

"However, it's a pity that you have only inherited the fur now, otherwise the old man's real body is here, and I am afraid that you will have to retreat! However, today, none of you want to leave!" Mr. Wen smiled faintly, "It seems that I should also let you know the origin of the old man, and I will be blind to death!"

I saw Mr. Nawen's hands imprinted, and ten thousand purple lights suddenly released from the center of his eyebrows, and then a purple ancient character of zaijian gradually floated in the center of Mr. Nawen's eyebrows.

That ancient character had an extremely strange aura, and that aura was actually somewhat similar to the desolate aura of the spirit of the desolate soul.

"Waste!" Shen Yan and Amu both saw the ancient character clearly, it was a powerful "waste" character. Amu just felt strange, and he didn't know what the ancient character symbolized.

But when Shen Yan saw the word "desolate", he couldn't help but take a step back, and his chest rose and fell.