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As soon as the ancient lantern of the war spirit came out, the God of War King was inherited. All this is not at all the liliang that the sea wilderness god realm should have.

The Ancient Soul Devouring Immortal Bag was swallowed by the blood-red flames, and the Floating Soul Son's face changed suddenly, but he didn't expect that the strange ancient lamp to be so strong. The Ancient Soul Devouring Immortal Bag is a treasure robbery above the Three Realms!

But at this time, the floating soul didn't have time to feel heartache, and as soon as his body moved, he wanted to get out. But the coercion emitted by the ancient lamp of the war spirit had already imprisoned him. In just an instant, the red flame devoured the floating soul like a wave.

"Ahh Soul cultivators are strong, but they can't resist this fire that can burn the soul of the Three Realms.

At the same time, a gray light shot out from the sea of blood, which was the soul heart of the Floating Soul Son.

Once a Haihuang monk enters the realm of the Spirit Saint, as long as the spiritual heart does not die, he can be reborn or reincarnated, let alone a soul-level monk. As long as a little soul heart is not extinguished, then the floating soul child will definitely be able to reshape the body in the future.

But how could Amu give him such a chance? With a shake of one hand, the Soul Suppression Whip had already flown out, heading straight for the gray light. This soul whip was obtained from the Nine Elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect, and it can be regarded as the way of the other, and it is also used to give back to the other.

Originally, Amu thought that a soul heart, as soon as the soul suppression whip came out, it could be directly knocked down.

However, what he didn't expect was that the gray light actually went straight to the puppet that had been stopping in the void and was silent. Speaking of this puppet, it is really good, although the red flame is monstrous at this time, although it is not directly burned to the puppet, but the heat wave hits people, enough to kill many.

But the puppet stood in the void, a cloud of green light to protect its body, and it was not damaged at all.

The gray light went straight to the center of the doll's eyebrows, and then disappeared. The green light in Zaijian's doll's eyes skyrocketed, and his expression changed, and he was like two people.

The two strange laughs of "Ji Ji" are not as harsh as Fang Cai, but they reveal a sense of determination.

Zaijian's three-foot-tall body continued to grow taller, and at the same time, his form was also changing.

That's not a person, it's a tree!

One tall, two tall, three high...... The puppet's eyes were extremely green, and his body swelled wildly.

The body is the trunk, the upper limbs are branches, and the lower limbs are the roots. The brilliance of brown-green is endless.

It was a 10,000-year-old dead tree, coiled and vigorous, withered but not dead.

"Puppets are one!" Amu raised his eyebrows, and his face became paler and paler.

With Amu's current cultivation, you must know that casting the Divine King Trick has almost drained Amu's demonic power. You must know that if it weren't for the partial inheritance of the God King of War Amu, I wouldn't want to use the God King Technique.

And now, if this floating soul son really has any invincible backhand, Amu is afraid that it will be difficult to resist.

At this moment, the soul whip just fell. I saw that the dead tree did not dodge or dodge, and a dead branch suddenly poked a few feet, directly entangled the soul suppression whip. This soul treasure, in front of this withered branch, became as weak as a matchstick.

"Boom!" Zaijian's withered branch rolled up, and stuffed the soul suppression whip directly into the giant mouth on the trunk of the tree, and this soul treasure became its tonic. At the same time, several withered branches as thick as an arm swelled wildly, heading straight for Amu like an octopus.

At this time, the sea of blood of the Battle Spirit Ancient Lantern was still rolling, and the red flames were like waves. However, for some reason, the dead tree temporarily resisted the flames that burned the sky.

Amu was already at the end of his crossbow, and the black rattan shot out again.

There was a crackling sound, and the first few dead branches broke in response, but the speed of their recovery was beyond Amu's imagination, and it almost grew with the break.

Although the black cane is powerful, it can't match the speed of the recovery of the dead branches.

Those withered branches are like swords and halberds, and in the blood waves, with the momentum of breaking the sky, they come straight to Amu.

"Haha-" The ghost laughed mixed with the floating soul laughing wildly, but in this wild laughter, too much death was revealed.

Amu frowned, it seems that this puppet is one, turning into a dead tree, but the floating soul is already a desperate blow, and he can only fight to the death.

Thinking of this, Amu mobilized the residual spiritual power, and his hands drew in the void, his fingers were like the wind, and the light was scattered.

Amu's face had turned from pale to blood-red, squeezing his own liliang.

The seal of the sky, the seal of the earth, the seal of fire, the seal of thunder, the seal of wind, the seal of water, the seal of the mountain, the seal of Ze.

The eight runes came out together, and it was the first time that Amu had cultivated the technique of forbidden maps. Although Amu's cultivation has risen sharply now, and there are no less than seventeen kinds of runes carved alone, but eight runes at a time are already the ultimate after he was promoted to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Saint Intermediary Medium.

At the moment of Zuihou's life and death, Amu finally sacrificed his most powerful technique-the Eight Seals Forbidden Map.

The wonder of the Eight Seals, it can be said that it swept the sea wilderness, even those scattered soul ancestors of the Qingyun Yun family cannot be easily drawn.

Eight seals, two by two, three by three, and so on, the mystery is endless, and the cycle is born, which can be described as endless.

This kind of formation is extreme, and it is already an unpredictable method, and the creation is endless.

In an instant, the eight seals of the forbidden map, the eight rays of light, covered the heaven and the earth, and the brilliance of the ancient lamp of the war spirit was also dimmed.

The eight seals are forbidden to be mapped, dense as stars, and contain small shijie. Endless growth, deduction and change.

"Forbidden!" Amu knotted a seal in both hands, and at the same time snorted, but a trace of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the forbidden word came out, the Dryad formed by the unity of the floating soul puppets was directly suppressed and immovable.

Thousands of stars, infinite brilliance. Although the dead tree is already towering, it is like falling into an endless galaxy, stagnant.

"Extinguish!"

As soon as the seal in Amu's hand changed, the galaxy rotated, strangling everything. The red light in the forbidden picture skyrocketed, and the wind and fire seal hooked the blood flame of the ancient lamp of the battle spirit, and rolled up a huge wave again.

"Huh-" The towering withered trees, directly burned by the red waves, are majestic, like the torch of the sky, but there is a bit of tragic color.

"Ahh A gray light shot out, it was the soul heart of the Floating Soul Son, but this time he only flew a few feet away, and he was imprisoned by the forbidden map.

The Eight Seals Forbidden Map, that is, the "Three Masters of the Miao Family" Miao Tianzong, who was proficient in the art of the Forbidden Map, did not want to escape from life, let alone the floating soul.

What awaits him is the burning of blood!

"Ahh

With the Eight Seals Forbidden Map and the Battle Soul Ancient Lamp, the Floating Soul Son died not namelessly.

At the same time that the soul of the floating soul was burned, Amu had exhausted all his mind, and his body was planted and fell directly into the void. It's just that at the moment when Amu fell, his mind moved, and an empty soul gathering bottle flew out of the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet, and then he lost his senses.

And at the moment when the soul heart of the floating soul was destroyed. Western Black Water, Immortal Ghost Sect, a pitch-black empty hall, with nearly 100 spirit cards built-in, shining brightly.

One black and one white, two middle-aged monks, sitting cross-legged on the top of the main hall.

With a "snap", suddenly a spirit card burst into brilliance and exploded suddenly.

"Huh?" the black-clothed monk opened his eyes and frowned, "Why did you even destroy the Floating Soul Child?"

The white-clothed monk was also stunned, and then said, "Isn't it that the people from the Arctic Immortal Sea have finally made a move?"

The black-clothed monk shook his head lightly and said, "There is an order in Purple Ghost City, the Seven Great Immortal Gates, each guarding the territory! If my Immortal Ghost Sect Soul Scattering Monk does not come out, it will not be considered a violation! Arctic Immortal Sea, they will never make a move, otherwise how will they explain in Purple Ghost City?"

"First there are the Nine Elders, and then there are the Floating Soul Sons! There is even Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon above the Northern Wilderness!" the white-clothed monk sighed.

"Don't worry about him, it's just a soul cultivator!" The black-clothed monk looked around at the spirit tablets, "As long as the saint is in hand, the ghost coffin must be in our hands!"

A hint of discoloration flashed in the whitefriar's eyes, and he was silent at random.

The two of them closed their eyes at the same time and re-entered the cultivation realm.

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The morning sun is slightly dewed, and the east is dawning.

Last night's battle, a radius of 100 miles, has become a ruin.

The gray mist over Willow Town had long since dissipated, revealing its true face. It's just that it's already in ruins, and it's no longer what it used to be. The green and white dawn gradually scattered all over Liuzhen, as if to give this dead and silent ancient town a little vitality.

On a half-walled lonely mountain outside the town, Amu stood in the wind, staring at Liuzhen. After a night of bloody fighting last night, Amu ran out of energy and fell to the top of the mountain, only half an hour after waking up.

The white robe of Beihan was already blood-stained and tattered. Amu's face was even more pale as paper, only the pair of eyes were still clear.

With the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Spirit Saint Medium, he slashed a strong person whose combat power was comparable to that of a high-level soul cultivator. It can be said that Amu has brought his abilities to the extreme.

Now, although Amu is calm and calm, the power of the demon spirit in his body has been exhausted. Although the immortal bone demon body is constantly repairing itself, Amu is suffering unimaginable pain from others at this time.

"Ahem!" coughed lightly twice, I don't know if it caused a stinging pain, Amu raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Soul Gathering Bottle he released before he fell unconscious was holding it in his hand.

At the beginning, it was the floating soul who killed Liu Zhen's blind date, and then set up the formation with these unjust souls. Now that the Floating Soul is dead, the Great Array has broken itself. Last night, if it weren't for Amu sacrificing the Soul Gathering Bottle, the soul of Liu Zhen's blind date would have already dispersed. Because they have been imprisoned for many years, they have long been unable to be reincarnated, and can only become lonely ghosts.

There were 999 men, women, and children in Liuzhen. Amu looked at the Soul Gathering Bottle in his hand, which was heavy and seemed to be a little warm. These souls, Amu will never be sacrificed. Amu just found a place for these unjust souls.

With a tap of one hand, Amu sealed the Soul Gathering Bottle with a talisman, and at the same time spit out his spiritual power slightly.

The words "pro-people" are printed on the soul gathering bottle. At this moment, Amu just wants to protect these souls from intrusion and be able to rest in peace, and at the same time, he feels a little less guilty.

Who knew that the souls of these 999 named relatives would actually become the coffin of one of the nine coffins in the future, achieving the great consummation of the unity of the nine coffins of Amu.

A drink and a peck, is it not predetermined?

Collecting the Soul Gathering Bottle for the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet, Amu cleaned up his mood, and bowed deeply again in the direction of Liu Zhen!

Then Amu flicked his fingers, and a ball of fireball fell from the sky, and in an instant, Liu Zhen was already a sea of fire.

Last night's void war did not burn Liuzhen, and today Amu wants to surpass Liuzhen with his own hands. There is no point in the existence of such a dead town.

There was a crackling sound, and the flames flickered! What was swaying was the most beautiful memory of Amu coming to this shijie.

Liu Zhen disappeared into Amu's pupils little by little, but it became clearer and clearer in his heart.

The raging fire was reflected in Amu's eyes like blood, and Amu's cold eyes full of murderous intent swept across the Western Void.

"Western Black Water, the entire Immortal Ghost Sect, will be buried for me Liu Zhen!" Amu's voice was very soft, but it was something that would be remembered even if he fell into reincarnation.

As soon as the white robe was displayed, Amu didn't look at Liu Zhen again, and disappeared on the lonely mountain.

The flames spread angrily in the wind, and it seems that the thousand-year-old town is unwilling to disperse with the wind.