Behind the Netherworld, in front of the gates of hell.

Amu had already entered the gates of hell, and the two black gates slammed shut.

Meng Soul was still sitting on the black stone, and the sound of the piano filled the night.

This seems to be a very ordinary night in the Netherworld Mountain for 9,000 years. In fact, this is also the most unusual night in 9,000 years.

Because, that night, the gates of hell were opened. The gates of hell have not been opened for about 9,000 years. This is not the prison of the Immortal Ghost Sect as circulated within the Immortal Ghost Sect.

Meng Soul remembered that the mysterious old man in black had passed through the door directly when he entered the hell. So, strictly speaking, this is really the first time in 9,000 years that the gates of hell have been opened.

The gates of hell opened, and the ghosts danced. The Immortal Ghost Sect once had an ancestral teaching, and it was absolutely impossible to open the gate of hell in vain. The disciples of the Immortal Ghost Sect were not allowed to take half a step.

At this time, in the void, two breaths fluctuated.

The two hidden powerhouses on the cangwu floor of the Ten Thousand Saints Palace of the Immortal Ghost Sect appeared in shape. The black-clothed monk and the white-clothed monk stood together seven feet in front of Meng Soul.

These are the two top masters in the Immortal Ghost Sect. The two of them didn't speak immediately, just looked at Meng Soul who was fuqin.

And Meng Soul didn't even raise his head, didn't even look at the two of them, and was still intoxicated by the sound of his piano.

The night, the breeze, the sound of the piano.

Meng Soul is like this, spending every night for nine thousand years.

That black and white monk is a soul-scattering level power, quite a bit of cultivation kung fu, in fact, with the cultivation and qualifications of the two of them, they can almost sweep the sea wilderness. In the Immortal Ghost Sect, the status is even higher, that is, the Immortal Ghost Sect Sect Master also has to perform the gift of disciples in front of the two of them.

This is a figure at the level of the master and ancestor in the Immortal Ghost Sect, two high-level Great Perfections of Scattered Souls. Otherwise, how could he guard the Cangwu Tower, the real powerhouse of the Immortal Ghost Sect?

Looking at the entire Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture, probably no one dared to snub these two people from the Immortal Ghost Sect so much except for the people of the Purple Ghost City. However, the Demon Qin Meng Soul is definitely an exception.

"Meng Soul, just now a breath of ancient burial qi has dispersed, but someone has entered hell?" After listening to the sound of the piano for a long time, Meng Soul still ignored the meaning of the two, and the black-clothed monk finally couldn't hold it back, and said slowly in a deep voice.

The black-clothed monk opened his mouth, but Meng Soul turned a deaf ear and ignored it at all.

"Meng Soul! On the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture, everyone thinks that hell is the cage of my Immortal Ghost Sect, and even below the soul realm of this sect also thinks so. However, you should know what hell means to my Immortal Ghost Sect?" the black-clothed monk asked again, raising his eyebrows.

However, Meng Soul was still the same, completely drying these two powers there.

The white-clothed monk shook his head beside him, sighed, and said, "Meng Soul, after more than nine thousand years, can't you let go of it? Anyway, the two of us are here in person. Now, if someone goes to hell, you should have an explanation, right?"

The white-clothed monk's tone was relatively soft, but Meng Soul was unmoved, still staring and playing the piano.

The blackfriar's brows furrowed, a cold light radiated from his eyes, and black swirls appeared above his head again.

"Meng Soul, don't forget, your original oath!" the blackfriar's voice was extremely low.

"Meng Soul, why don't you say nothing?" said the white-clothed monk helplessly.

The two of them said seven or eight sentences in succession, but they didn't let Meng Soul speak, nor did they let Meng Soul raise his head.

It's just that Meng Soul's piano tone has changed slightly, from a murmuring water to a monstrous wave, from a breeze to a roar of swords and guns.

"Kill!" the blackfriar and the whitefriar couldn't help but glance at each other, and at the same time, the white cyclone appeared above the whitefriar's head.

The killing machine of the Raider Monk!

In today's world, no one knows the Liliang of Meng Soul better than the two monks of the Immortal Ghost Sect, black and white. This is also the reason why although Meng Soul ignores it, they can only stand here and dare not take half a step forward, even if Meng Soul is silent, they can only wait.

Within seven zhang, Meng Soul can kill everything in seconds. It's just that Meng Soul's identity is special, and they don't believe that Meng Soul will really do something to them.

But at this time, the killing intent contained in Meng Soulqin's sound still exceeded the expectations of the two powerhouses.

"Meng Soul, you actually made a killing move?" the white-clothed monk also frowned. Even though he has a relatively mild temperament, he is also quite dissatisfied with Meng Soul's move.

With their qualifications and their relationship with Meng Soul, did Meng Soul actually want to kill them?

The black-clothed monk even had a cold light in his eyes, and shouted, "Meng Soul, are you worthy of your mother by doing this?"

The blackfriar's words came out, and the whitefriar knew that it was not good.

If the dragon has reverse scales, it will die, and if the wolf is born, it will be killed.

Sure enough, the black-clothed monk's momentary words of excitement touched Meng Soul's scales.

The sound of the piano turned sharply, and Fang Cai only revealed a killing intention, but Meng Soul was not ready to make a move. But with the words of the black-clothed monk, Meng Soul suddenly opened his eyes.

The vicissitudes and melancholy in those eyes were no longer vicissitudes and melancholy, but flashing two cold lightning bolts. At this time, Meng Soul was completely different from the light and light, melancholy and sad Meng Soul that Amu had seen.

Those are two completely different states.

The Demon Qin Meng Soul is a great power of the realm. Thinking back then, it was the scattered soul that died at his hands, and he didn't know how many.

This is a killing star, an absolute killing star.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Meng Soul flicked it with one hand. A catastrophe turned into a streamer, pierced through the void, and went straight to the blackfriar.

It was a pure shattering tribulation force, and the calamity cultivator made a move, and if he made a move at random, it was a heavenly tribulation.

"Huh?" The black and white monks were all shocked, Meng Soul really made a move.

Zaijian, the black and white monks, shot at the same time. The cyclone above their heads, spinning rapidly. Black and white, and at the same time turned into a long dragon. Then, directly merge the two into one and meet the streamer of Meng Soul.

"Boom-" There was a great earthquake between heaven and earth, and the void seemed to shake.

The light wave dispersed, and there was a sound of shattering, and countless small black and white grains fluttered to the ground.

The two monks, black and white, retreated more than ten feet, stood there, their expressions nervous, and a faint glow of body protection emanated from their bodies.

The power of the realm of calamity should not be underestimated, and Meng Soul just waved it at will, letting the two of them fall behind.

However, as soon as the two of them stood firm, Zaijian Meng Soul formed a magic seal with one hand. As soon as that magic seal came out, the entire Netherworld Mountain was darkened.

A gray light appeared between Meng Soul's slender fingers.

"Broken!" Meng Soul's eyes narrowed, and the gray light went straight towards the black-clothed monk. In this netherworld back mountain, in fact, Meng Soul is the god who dominates everything.

"Not good!" the blackfriar snorted, his hands snapping into the seal.

It was a secret method of the Immortal Ghost Sect that scattered souls, the soul power was all over the sky, and the void showed a white light.

The dead air dissipated, and a skeletal body was summoned out and floated in front of the blackfriar.

The skull body emitted a faint white light up and down.

"Natal Skeleton Shield!" Meng Soul sneered.

Boom-boom-boom

zaijian, the gray light of Meng Soul, the skeletal body in the middle.

For a while, there was a shocking noise. That skeletal body was the best immortal treasure, but it was under the blow of Meng Soul. Broken bones were scattered like snow.

Although this skeletal ancient shield can be restored, it can shatter the best immortal treasure in one fell swoop, and this power is enough to shock the sea wilderness.

"Wow-" The black-clothed monk withdrew directly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly. It's a pity that such a soul-scattering powerhouse is actually not the enemy of Meng Soul's one-trick.

When the white-clothed monk saw it, he stood directly in front of the black-clothed monk. At the same time, with one move with one hand, a white jade abacus was already in his hand.

Then, several spirit runes were sacrificed, and the spirit runes were ethereal, but they turned into six rays of brilliance in the night sky.

The six rays of light, looping in a circle, scattered directly at the feet of the black and white monks, enclosing them in the middle.

The white-clothed monk's face changed suddenly, as if he was facing a great enemy, and the black-clothed monk took out a spiritual pill from his arms and swallowed it directly.

"The light of the six paths?" Meng Soul sneered and looked at the white-clothed monk, "The two black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect guarding the Cangwu Tower, the Soul Scattering High-level Great Perfection, but Er'er. It's as easy as it is for me to take your life! Today, just mention my mother, and I will kill you both. Then, the famous black and white priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect on the Sea Wilderness are afraid that they will directly break off the inheritance!"

Meng Soul didn't make any more moves, but his voice was extremely cold. The black-and-white monk finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The white-clothed monk said in a hoarse voice, "Meng Soul, the two of us are indeed not your opponents. However, 7,000 years have passed, why should you be haunted by those past events?

"Forgot, right?" Meng Soul looked at the white-clothed monk with unusually disdain, "You said it lightly! Why don't you forget the ancestors of the Immortal Ghost Sect?"

"You?" the white-clothed monk was choked by Meng Soul's words, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Tell you, it's to re-enter the Netherworld! I, Meng Soul, will also reincarnate with those memories!" there was a chill in Meng Soul's tone.

It was a life-and-death hatred.

"Meng Soul!" The black-clothed monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth at this time, and said coldly, "No matter what, as a member of the Immortal Ghost Sect, you swear to guard the gate of hell. What is the sin of letting people in today?"

"Hmph, what kind of crime should the Immortal Ghost Sect be?" Meng Soul shot two cold lights in his eyes, forcing him to look at the black-clothed monk.

Although the black-clothed monk was a high-level Great Perfection of Soul Scattering and the two great priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect, he was also awe-inspiring in his heart when he faced Amu's gaze.

"The Immortal Ghost Sect's lineage, don't you want to tarnish the name of my Demon Qin Meng Soul! All the people of the Immortal Ghost Sect, down to the cultivators, up to the scattered souls, which one is not in the book of life and death? My Meng Soul has no name in the book of life and death, how can I be a member of the Immortal Ghost Sect? Besides, you wanted to kill me in the first place, right?"

The black and white monk knew that what Amu said was true, and the name of Meng Soul was indeed not in the life and death book of the Immortal Ghost Sect. Therefore, although he sits in the Netherworld Back Mountain, in fact, he is really not a disciple of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

However, there was a very special reason for the Immortal Ghost Sect to miss this once-in-a-lifetime genius.

"In the book of life and death, there is no name and no falsehood! However, you are my Immortal Ghost Sect after all...... Sect...... Blood?" said the black-clothed monk in a deep voice with a black face, and seemed to stop talking.

"What bloodline?" Meng Soul sneered, "I, Meng Soul, only hear of a mother, but not of a father!"

When the black and white monk heard this, his face tensed. Obviously, this is not the first time that such words have come out of Meng Soul's mouth.

The four words "big rebellion", the two of them have no power to export. Because, I don't know how many times I repeat it.

"What's more, nine thousand years ago, my Meng soul was scattered. The nine doppelgangers are scattered. At the time of the catastrophe, it was even more flesh and blood reborn, and the little blood that made me ashamed had already been returned to ...... Now my Meng Soul has nothing to do with the Immortal Ghost Sect!"

Meng Soul's tone was resolute, it was by no means a word of excitement, but such a thought was deep-rooted.