"Huh-" A Mu's eyebrows flashed red, just like yesterday's match against Dongfang Huan. Red flames were like armor, and they were all over the body again. Then, Amu mobilized the power of his demon spirit and poured black rattan with all his might, and the black rattan rose in the wind, like the pillar of optimus.

"Whew-"

A dragon roared, shocking the nine heavens. A dragon shadow, fangs and claws, hovered over the pillar of optimus.

Canghai Town Dragon Whip, this is the first time that Amu has completely summoned a dragon shadow.

"Go!" Amu shook his hand, and the black rattan flew out directly, meeting the sword of the Blood Desolation.

These two techniques of the two are earth-shattering. Many of the Northern Wilderness monks outside the arena can watch such a competition once in their lives, and then they can't experience and pursue that realm in their lifetime.

In the void of a hundred zhang, the Sword of the Blood Desolation and the Black Rattan finally confronted each other this time.

"Boom-"

"Click-click-"

Clusters of mushroom clouds, xiangshang rising. The high-level Immortal Treasure Ink Sword was directly shattered, but the fragments disappeared in an instant, and the Northern Han Sect's Sevenfold Protector Sect Great Array was also completely shattered.

In an instant, the ear drums of the Northern Wilderness monks were ringing, and some even had a temporary deafness, and they could only see the apocalyptic scene in the void.

The sky was full of red and black, blocking the daylight. The flowing soul power and aura constantly flashed in the void with electric arcs. The entire sky above Tongtian Peak was filled with death and darkness.

The red and black rays, the glory of the sun. The Northern Han Sect's Sevenfold Mountain Protection Array collapsed!

On this day, it will forever be recorded in the annals of the Northern Han Sect's immortal cultivation. The highest protection of the Northern Han Great Array is the ninth level, but now except for the painstaking son, no one can open the nine layers of protection, and the seventh layer is already the highest level.

However, the sevenfold protection can be said to be vulnerable in the face of soul-level battles.

In the red and black light, two figures. One black and one white, soaring from the mushroom cloud at the same time.

Zaijian Qingkui's face was expressionless, but a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly stood upright, standing upright in the void again, and his hands were tied in front of his chest.

Qing Kui's indifferent face actually showed an extremely pious and solemn expression, which did not appear when he visited Murong Huang.

At this moment, Qing Kui didn't seem to be making a seal, but like he was carrying out some kind of mysterious sacrifice, begging for an unknown powerful liliang.

Suddenly, two gray gases emanated from the back of Qing Kui's head, and then directly penetrated into Qing Kui's nostrils. A strange liliang dispersed in an instant. This liliang once again gave Amu a sense of déjà vu.

"Not good!" Amu's expression changed suddenly, because for a moment, he suddenly remembered what that familiar feeling was.

It was in the Secret Realm of the Desolate Soul, the breath that emanated from the moment Mr. Naven exploded himself. Those two gray qi were the chaotic qi, one of the oldest and most mysterious breaths in the Three Realms.

"Chaos Qi!" At this moment, the inheritance of the God of War King played a role. It's a breath from an ancient era.

Zaijian, Amu's eyes flickered, and his temperament changed in an instant.

At the same time, Amu quickly formed a magic seal on his chest, this magic seal was different from any seal that Amu had learned before, it was not the magic of the Northern Han Sect, nor the magic of the painstaking son, nor even the magic of the Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra.

Because, this spell does not belong to the sea wilderness shijie at all, it comes from the ancient gods.

The Seal of God! Gather the divine power of heaven and earth, and melt the essence of Haoyu.

Changing three seals in a row, a colorful light rose above Zaijian Amu's head. This spell is completely different from the spell of the Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra practiced by Amu, but it can be activated by Amu's demonic spirit.

This is exactly the secret technique of the gods that Amu only used when he was fighting against Demon Cultivator Xiao Luo, the Great Killing Technique of Ten Thousand Gods.

This Ten Thousand Gods Killing Technique is the secret method of the God of War King clan, and its power is boundless. The king of Dacheng casts this technique, which can slaughter immortals and destroy gods, and it is calculated by ten thousand, so it is called the Ten Thousand Gods Killing Technique.

This technique is divided into three realms and nine folds. God is split, God is silent, God is destroyed, and each realm has three levels: upper, middle and lower.

Now, with the cultivation of the Amu Spirit Saint Intermediate Great Perfection, he can only cast the Superior God Rift Realm. And the Divine Silence, the Divine Destruction of the Two Realms, has always been sealed by the inheritance of the God of War King, even now that Amu is already a Spirit Saint mid-level Great Perfection has not been opened. You can see how powerful it is.

From the perspective of magic alone, this is the most powerful spell that Amu has mastered so far. If you only look at it from the point of view of killing power, it will even surpass Amu's forbidden map technique.

In the colorful light of Amu, there is a faint charm of the gods, and the atmosphere is majestic. The colorful light continued to spread, and the red and black void seemed to be infected, and the void was colorful and blurry, and it was psychedelic and beautiful.

The breath of the gods, illuminating the world, at this moment, Amu is dressed in white, and his body is shining with colorful glow. Where is the breath of half a demon cultivator?

In the duel between Amu and Qingkui, some panicked Northern Wilderness monks were all infected by it, and their minds were calm.

It's just that at this moment, Amu in their eyes is like a god and a demon!

And at this moment, as soon as Qing Kui's chaotic qi came out, his combat power was even higher than that of the original Floating Soul Son.

"Let the old man really fight with you!" Qing Kui's tone changed completely, not at all the tone of talking to Fang Cai Murong Huang, or that Qing Kui at this moment was another person.

Amu finally heard that this voice was not actually coming from Qing Kui's mouth, but from the back of his head.

"Eight extremes of the wilderness!" Qing Kui's eyes showed a strange look, and his beard was all open.

"Hmm?" At this time, Murong Huang suddenly realized that something was wrong, and this Qingkui seemed to be about to run wild. Because this spell should never be cast, but it was too late.

Qing Kui's entire body exuded a fierce aura of desolation, and then completely turned into a surging force.

This breath of desolation, ancient and mysterious, is extremely powerful.

In an instant, the colorful light and the chaotic qi collided together.

Almost no one could see the scene clearly, because everyone was guarding and dodging. Although neither of them used an indiscriminate attack, the aftermath was enough to kill the monks below the spirit realm in an instant.

The mushroom cloud has not dispersed, and now a new, larger mushroom cloud has risen.

However, this time, there were all kinds of glows in the sky, like huge fireworks in the void suddenly exploding, magnificent and strange, strange and full of murderous intentions.

This collision, fortunately, it is at a height of 100 zhang, otherwise the bluestone square under the Great Highness of Beihan will be destroyed directly, and it can't be repaired if you want to.

The Great Technique of the Wilderness vs. the Secret Technique of the God King, this duel is by no means ordinary.

This is an absolute top-level battle at the level of soul cultivation! At this moment, the entire Northern Wilderness and Northern Region shook.

When the Ten Thousand Gods Killing Method and the Eight Extremes of the Desolation appeared, the true body of the painstaking son who sat in the north of the North Wilderness had already sensed it.

He opened his eyes slightly, a trace of helplessness flashed on his face, and he sighed:

"It's been more than seven or eight thousand years, and it's made a comeback, so why bother? It's really a sea wilderness!"

At the same time, painstakingly raised his head and stared intently at the north of the cold plain. There is one of the seven immortal gates of the sea wilderness, the extremely mysterious Arctic Immortal Sea.

There are lakes, islands, ice palaces, and bamboo forests!

But for a moment, on the endless cold plain north of the north peak of Zhenbei. In the void, two white shadows seemed to come from the sword.

These two figures are extremely fast, and the wind and snow on the cold plains do not stop all year round. This void that once had the Great War of Immortals, and I don't know how many cold and poisonous strange powers there were, it was almost impossible for ordinary monks to resist the sword in this space.

However, the two people in the void were not affected at all, and in the wind and snow, two white line phantoms were directly left behind them.

"Arctic Immortal Sea disciple, follow the sect master's decree to kill the remnants of the desolation!

The two white lines didn't stop in the slightest, but the sound came from the void.

Painstakingly looked up, smiled bitterly, didn't say anything, just raised it with one hand.

All this was in his expectation, the Qi of the Great Desolation appeared in the Northern Cold Sect, how could the Arctic Immortal Sea, which had been sitting in the Northern Wilderness, sit idly by?

Zaijian, the fog of the Northern Han Sect that has not dispersed all year round, suddenly dispersed a passage at the moment when he raised his hand.

"Thank you, senior!" the voice echoed in the void, and the two white lines passed directly through the fog, and then the thick black fog closed again.

At the same time, on the Tongtian Peak of the Northern Han Sect, in the endless glow, Qingkui and Amu were shocked out at the same time.

The Qing Kui flew out upside down, and then fell directly from the void, and Amu retreated in the void again and again, but it seemed that he could still control his body.

"Bang-" Qingkui's body fell the bluestone square, and several pieces of bluestone were directly shattered.

Between Qingkui's mouth and nose, there were black blood stains, and I didn't know if he was dead or alive.

And Amu barely landed on the bluestone square, and the red armor around him was unharmed. But Zaijian Amu's face was as white as paper.

"Wow-" Amu spurted out a mouthful of blood like an arrow, apparently seriously injured.

But one fell, the other stood, and the battle seemed to be won or lost.

The smoke cleared.

Zaijian, the entire Northern Han Highness, except for the two people whose bodies did not move, the others, including the monks of the three major immortal sects, all retreated backwards and did not know how many distances. The ordinary monks of the Northern Wilderness were even more shocked by the aftermath.

And the two people who didn't move, one was the Pavilion Master Li Xue of the Jiangxue Pavilion, the Spirit Saint Mid-level Great Cultivator, relying on a strong cultivation body, completely resisting the attack of the aftermath. However, her face is not very good-looking.

And the other one who didn't move was Murong Huang of the Heavenly Desolation Sect. Such a mortal did not move at all, and his demeanor was extremely calm.

Zaijian, on the middle finger of his right hand, the extremely primitive gray ring emitted an extremely soft purple light, enveloping him in it.

It seems that it must be this treasure that makes him so calm.

"Rubbish!" Murong Huang watched Qingkui fall directly to the ground, and couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth and sneered. Murong Huang didn't care about Qing Kui's life or death, but was extremely dissatisfied with Qing Kui's performance.

Especially Fang Cai's "Eight Extremes of the Desolation", if Murong Huang was not bad, he might immediately cause great trouble.

This time, the big competition between the three factions seems to be in vain!