Under the Great Killing Technique of the Ten Thousand Gods, the expression of the Demon Qin Meng Soul was still the same. It's just that Fang Cai stroked the piano with one hand, and this time it was with both hands.

"Zheng-Zheng-"

Several pianos sounded, like a thousand clouds and thunder, like thousands of horses galloping, faintly killing the sound.

Moqin Meng Soul sat firmly on the black stone, his expression was calm, between his ten fingers, but there seemed to be a million male soldiers, talking and laughing, he could make the enemy disappear.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-"

Under the Netherworld, the earth shakes!

The great killing technique of all gods can slaughter ten thousand immortals. Even if Amu can't exert his power, but above the sea wilderness, it is by no means comparable to ordinary spells.

The realm of the Demon Qin Meng Soul is even more unfathomable, and a few simple piano sounds at any time are enough to be comparable to any life and death technique.

It was almost an invincible sound.

The two liliang collided, the brilliance scattered, and the aura was like the wind.

The Great Killing of All Gods and the Sound of the Demon Qin collided, and this was an absolute soul-level battle.

The aura dies and the light dissipates. That is, it is a special area here, if this place is like Baicheng, the capital of the northern country, it is a mundane shijie, I am afraid that it has already been razed to the ground.

The remnants of the coffin on Amu's head stood in the same place, but his face was extremely pale. Imagine, if there is no protection from the remnants of the coffin, it is the aftermath of the collision of the two forces, I am afraid that Amu can be seriously injured.

And Zaijian's Demon Qin Meng Soul was still sitting on the black stone, still dressed in black linen, still indifferent but slightly sad expression.

A guqin, not stained with dust, nothing else, the magic qin Meng Soul is not abnormal at all.

This trick is actually divided into high and low.

It was not an ordinary gap, Amu almost cast his strongest spell, but his face was pale, but Meng Soul was so tidy, he swayed at will, and everything was free.

"This technique is good!" Meng Soul looked at Amu and nodded slightly, you must know that for a monk like Meng Soul, this is already an extremely high evaluation.

"Although I can't see the origin of this spell, maybe it's not a sea desolation spell, but I guess this should be your strongest spell, right?" said Moqin Meng Soul again.

"The vision of the seniors, the admiration of the juniors!" Amu was noncommittal to Meng Soul's question, and at the same time, while speaking, he slowly adjusted his breathing, and the magic killing technique of the gods consumed a lot of his demonic power.

In the usual battles, the Ten Thousand Gods Killing Technique was basically Amu's Zuihou technique, but today's opponent is too strong, and the Killing of the Ten Thousand Gods is only the beginning of the battle.

Meng Soul naturally saw Amu's state, but he didn't say anything, but smiled faintly: "No wonder you dare to come to the Netherworld Mountain of the Immortal Ghost Sect alone, and even passed the three levels of hell." With your combat power, it's enough to kill a soul cultivator!"

Amu smiled bitterly and asked, "The junior is clumsy, and he dares to ask the senior if he is a realm raider?"

"Oh?" Meng Soul looked at Amu Dao in surprise, and then nodded slowly, "You actually know about the Tribulation Realm above the Three Realms?"

Although Amu basically guessed that Meng Soul was a Tribulation Realm Cultivator, when Meng Soul nodded, he still gasped.

Tribulation realm, that is the realm that Amu can't imagine now. How high the Tribulation Realm is, Amu doesn't know at all.

Water Tribulation Realm, Fire Tribulation Realm, Wind Tribulation Realm, Yin Yang Tribulation Realm, and Shattered Sky Tribulation Realm, the five levels of this Tribulation Realm, no matter which level, can be pinched to death like an ant.

Amu didn't ask Meng Soul which realm he was cultivating, because it didn't make any sense.

Behind the Netherworld Mountain, there is actually a cultivator guarding sitting in front of the Hell Gate, so how many people can enter on the sea waste? Originally, Amu thought that there would be at most one Scattered Soul Beginner Guard here, which would be good.

Isn't this Meng Soul really a monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect? If not, he's going to sit here?

Countless questions rose in Amu's heart, and at the same time, a sense of powerlessness suddenly arose.

The spiritual saint is the difference between heaven and earth. With Amu's current cultivation, let alone a robbery cultivation, any scattered soul may be able to kill Amu.

"Get out of here! I won't be hard for you! The gates of hell are not allowed to enter with me. Meng Soul still smiled faintly.

Listening to Meng Soul's words, Amu broke free from Fang Cai's powerlessness and shook his head slowly.

"The predecessors have just said that they will die if they try their best, which is very reasonable. Now, the junior has only made a move and a half, how can he turn back?" Amu looked at Meng Soul and said.

"Oh?" Meng Soul couldn't help but smile and said, "Do you still have a spell that surpasses Fang Cai?"

"Perhaps!" Amu smiled bitterly, "Even if a moth fights the fire, the younger generation will also illuminate the gate of hell in this netherworld mountain." Please give me advice!"

Hearing Amu's words, Meng Soul was shocked in his heart, and at the same time shook his head and smiled bitterly.

For this demon cultivator who claimed to be Wang Han, Meng Soul had an inexplicable good impression. He is willing to let this young man with the aura of killing demons retreat willingly in front of him, because this Wang Han is just like himself back then.

Stubbornly persistent, will never retreat.

"I'll give you this chance!", Meng Soul said silently in his heart, "Give yourself a chance too!"

The vicissitudes and melancholy in Meng Soul's eyes became a little thicker.

At the foot of the Netherworld Mountain, it is often lonely, but how can Meng Soul's cultivation not be able to endure the so-called loneliness? Therefore, Meng Soul is like the painstaking son of the Northern Han Sect, but he has been sitting for nine thousand years.

In fact, compared to the painstaking son, Meng Soul is too free, and he is accompanied by the guqin.

But even if it is a noble cultivator, how many people know the sorrow in Meng Soul's heart?

Although, the Demon Qin Meng Soul was originally an immortal legend on the Blackwater Continent, Meng Soul's state of mind was never perfect. The sadness in Meng Soul's eyes never subsided.

At this time, Zaijian Amu's hands were drawn in the void one after another, and wherever his fingers went, traces of the Dao fell, and all kinds of brilliance were scattered in the void.

At the same time, the aura of the void beneath the Netherworld began to change. Meng Soul was naturally the first to notice this, because for him, the entire Netherworld Mountain was his domain.

"Sigils?" a hint of surprise flashed in Meng Soul's eyes.

The art of sigils is endless, and Meng Soul naturally knows that there is such a secret technique on the sea wilderness.

But above the sea wilderness, if you want to talk about the first rune seal, it must be the Qingyuan Miao family! What kind of monk is this Wang Han, who can actually practice the art of runes?

Just when Meng Soul was slightly surprised, Zaijian Na Amu had already carved nine runes. The nine rays of light are listed in the void, and the general trend of heaven and earth on the Netherworld Mountain is all stirred by it.

The printing method in Amu's hands has changed again, and the nine rays of brilliance are blended and born together.

The seal of heaven, the seal of the earth, the seal of wind, the seal of thunder, the seal of the mountain, the seal of fire, the seal of water, the seal of Ze. The first to be carved by Amu was Amu's most skilled gossip sigil.

These eight runes are the first to be fused, and within the shape of the eight trigrams, there are thousands of changes, and they are as brilliant as the sea.

"Forbidden map?" Meng Soul's eyes showed a hint of incredulity.

Because, whether it is the mysterious technique of Fang Cai, or the technique of forbidden maps, it can be based on the entire sea wilderness, and it can even be completely established and established for ten thousand years.

The origin of this Wang Han is by no means simple.

And what interested Meng Soul even more was that the rune that had not been integrated into the eight runes for the time being.

That sigil was extremely strange, gloomy and gloomy, completely different from the brilliance of the other eight sigils.

Meng Soul frowned slightly, and suddenly thought of a possibility in his heart, and couldn't help but say softly: "Could it be a ghost character that has been lost for tens of thousands of years on the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture?"

As soon as Meng Soul's words fell, Zaijian's ninth rune seal was finally completed, and it was really a hideous grimace, and then instantly integrated into the gossip rune.

"What a ghost character!" Meng Soul's eyes flashed with a different color, "Nine Seals Forbidden Map?"

As far as Meng Soul knew, the ghost character had been lost in the sea wilderness for at least 10,000 years, and it was only heard that the demon lang was able to carve this sigil back then. The ghost character is cultivated into the realm of perfection, one run, ten thousand ghost suits!

If you take the cultivation of the demon lang back then, there is no need for anything else, as long as there is a ghost character, the entire Immortal Ghost Sect is afraid that it will be prostrate under its feet.

This Wang Han actually had such a peerless sigil as a ghost character, which really surprised Meng Soul.

The Demon Lang Descendant? Meng Soul's heart moved, but he quickly denied himself. The descendant of the Demon Lang will never be a spiritual saint. With the heart of the demon back then, as soon as his heirs came out, he was afraid that the sea wilderness would be shaken, and the seven factions would surrender.

However, the Nine Seals Forbidden Map is also beyond Meng Soul's imagination.

Because, even today's Qingyuan Miao Family, there are only a handful of characters who can lay down the Nine Seals Forbidden Map, and probably only those few soul-level old monsters can do it. Moreover, I am afraid that there will never be such a heavyweight sigil as a ghost character in it.

The Nine Seals Forbidden Map, if it is repaired to the fullest, is enough to sweep the sea wilderness.

It's a pity that at this time, Amu urged the sigil with all his might, and if he knew that Meng Soul would definitely smile bitterly in his heart.

Because, in his heart, there are a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine sigils, and now there are only twenty-seven that can be engraved. For Amu, he always thinks that his forbidden picture technique is too bad and too bad.

And if at this time, Meng Soul knew that Amu had nine hundred and ninety-nine runes hidden in his heart, even if he was robbing the realm, I am afraid he would be dumbfounded.

However, no matter what, today's Nine Seals Forbidden Map Technique has ghost characters, but for Meng Soul, it doesn't mean much.

This time, the Nine Seals Forbidden Map and the Nine Seals Forbidden Map on the Arctic Immortal Sea, although there is only one rune difference, they are completely different.

This Nine Seals Forbidden Map is not a star ban, but a ghost dance.

The Nine Seals Forbidden Map is one into one, hooking the general trend of heaven and earth. At this time, it seems that the ghost door is wide open, and the wind is gusting. Thousands of unjust souls, howling.

In the void, under the brilliance of the forbidden map, there are actually dense ghosts. As if holding hands one by one, they came from the Netherworld Hell, and then pounced directly on Meng Soul.

In fact, these are not real netherworld ghosts at all, but ghost forms catalyzed by ghost characters with the help of the power of heaven and earth. However, such ghost forms are not inferior to real ghosts in any way, they are all yin power condensation, and even more powerful than real yin spirits, because they are pure yin power, and there is no impurity in sight.

As soon as the ghost dance forbidden map came out, it directly turned this netherworld into a ghost world.

However, the Demon Qin Meng Soul sat on the bluestone, letting the ghosts howl, and he did not move.

A faint piano sounded. Meng Soul's slender ten fingers, like dancing in the night, jumped on the strings.

The sound of the piano transforms into shape, and the faint green light spreads out like water lines.

"Come like flowing water, pass away like the wind, ask where you came from, where did you go?"

Meng Soul sang with the qin, and the sound of UFO was faint, but it resounded throughout the netherworld night sky.