The sun, the reef, the sea, the breeze and the waves lapping on the rocky shore.

On the seaside, on a gray-white boulder, a young man in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged. The young man was angular and angular, but his complexion was not as dark as that of those who used to be on the seashore.

At this time, the young man in green clothes, his eyes slightly closed, his hands were put together in the Danhai, and he looked very much like a monk meditating.

It seemed like a practice, but in fact, only the young man in Tsing Yi knew that he was just sitting here blowing the sea breeze. That upright posture is purely instinct and habit for decades. At this point, he couldn't practice if he wanted to.

The sea breeze, cool and comfortable, and the unique fishy smell of the salty sea made the young man in Tsing Yi feel refreshed.

Therefore, he closed his eyes slightly, although there was a slight sadness between his eyebrows, he still smiled and felt the sunshine, sea breeze, and natural breath.

Perhaps, this is really a kind of spiritual practice as well. The young man in Tsing Yi flashed a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"Brother Amu, Brother Amu—" The child's voice interrupted the young man in Tsing Yi's thoughts.

"The village has caught a big fish again, everyone is struggling, let you help!"

Not far away, two teenage boys with dark faces, naked and wearing homespun shorts, exposing most of their calves, and barefoot, called out to the young man in green clothes.

"Okay! I know, go immediately!" The young man in Tsing Yi listened to the call, stood up with a smile, looked at the vast sea again, and shook his head with a wry smile.

He is Amu, still eighteen or nineteen years old, and there is almost no change from back then.

Sometimes, if it weren't for all the people in Mengjia Village saying that one morning, he was floating from the sea, and it was a black bird that aroused the people in the village to save him, and then fell asleep for a whole ten years, Amu really didn't believe it.

On that day, the battle of the Black Water Ghost City, Amu Zuihou's memory is that high in the sky, the sky is wide open, shaped like a roulette wheel, a flying dagger and a heart-rending cry - Wang Han.

Then there are the endless water streaks, which are like six rays of reincarnation light. Then, when Amu woke up, he was already in this small fishing village by the sea - Mengjia Village.

At that moment, Amu had a trance of crossing over again and being reincarnated as a human being.

Strange people, strange villages, fortunately, Amu has no strange identity, Amu is still Amu. He was just an uninvited guest, or rather a visitor, to this quiet seaside village.

Amucai is glad that he is still himself, there is no change, and there is no passing possession of vulgar souls.

However, Amu soon noticed something unusual, and many things seemed to have changed. The most important difference is that Amu's primary soul cultivation power is gone.

Amu has almost changed from a soul-level powerhouse to an ordinary person. Amu's Danhai is empty.

The power of demon cultivation, the remnants of the coffin, and the blood of the God of War King have all disappeared, and the demon coffin is completely inaccessible. Amu even wondered if he was reborn again because of that drop of the blood of the God of War King.

But Amu thought about it carefully, it shouldn't be, if it was the blood resurrection of the God of War King, then everything should be there. It's the same as in the original Secret Realm of the Desolate Soul.

In addition to Danhai, the black rattan - Canghai Town Dragon Whip - Amu's natal magic weapon is also missing.

The Qiankun Ruyi bracelet turned into a purple mark on the left arm, like a birthmark. Around his neck, the nine magic beads were no longer there. The many treasures at the center of the eyebrows, the ancient lamp of the war soul, the essence of the desolate soul, etc., cannot be felt at all.

When he first woke up, Amu wondered if he was dreaming, or if his things were empty of his own things by characters like Chika's mother-in-law. However, Amu knew that it was absolutely impossible, and all his treasures were spiritual, and it was impossible for them to be stolen by others.

The only thing left by Amu's side was the string of ancient wooden prayer beads on his right wrist, but it was carried on his wrist like an ordinary prayer bead, not hidden under his arm, and there was no wonder about the treasures of Buddhism.

The other thing, the thing next to Amu, was an extremely delicate dagger. This dagger, Amu knows, this is a sharp weapon for killing people in his previous life.

This dagger seems to have a love affair with him for an unknown number of lifetimes, and has been with him for life and for life.

The others, the magic weapon that can sweep the Three Realms, and the cultivation that is absolutely not low, are all gone. Amu is like a man who has been ransacked, all his wealth has been taken away, and only an empty house remains.

In addition to this, Amu also had a feeling that there seemed to be some problems with his memory. Some memories are leapfrogging, and it seems that some people, some things, are completely unrememberable. Some memories are not very coherent, but Amu doesn't know the specific ones.

The ancient desolate demon scriptures in his mind, the Great Killing Technique of the Ten Thousand Gods sealed in his mind by the God of War King, and the mysterious star map, although Amu remembered, they were all completely gone.

From the soul realm overhaul almost to become a mortal, Amu began to be unacceptable, and even more puzzled, weishenme would be like this?

Gradually, however, Amu was relieved. Master Wang never knows where and where, Yu'er seems to have been cut off by some kind of spell, and she is no longer human.

For everything that turned out, there weren't many things that Amu was nostalgic for. On that day, the moment he asked the Blue Devil and Granny Qianhua to leave the Immortal Ghost Sect, he felt at a loss.

At this time, Amu lost part of his memory, and seemed to be a little disheartened.

This small fishing village by the sea is good, and it is suitable for self-cultivation. Ten years in a coma is not counted, Amu is seven years in this town.

The villagers of Mengjia Village are extremely kind, and they actually regard Amu as a gift from the god of the sea, thinking that Amu will bring them good luck.

In fact, it is. Amu's cultivation is gone, but his incomparably strong physical body is still there, and the immortal bone demon body is indeed a god in the eyes of the world.

Mengjia Village is backed by mountains and seas, and the life of the villagers is very peaceful, very simple, going up the mountain and going down to the sea, birth, old age, sickness and death.

When you can go to sea, go to sea, and when you can't go to sea, go up the mountain.

However, whether it is up the mountain or into the sea, there are always some prey that ordinary villagers cannot deal with, or it takes great effort. In such a situation, since there is Amu, everything is not a problem.

Amu only goes up the mountain, not to the sea!

Mountain!

No matter what kind of fierce birds and beasts of prey, there is nothing that Amu can't deal with. Eagles, falcons, bears, and bears can all be Amu's prey. There is nothing in the mountains, and there is no catch. The people of Mengjia Village all follow Amu as an example. Under Amuna's dagger, I don't know how many tigers, leopards and jackals died.

Don't go to sea!

It was actually because of a situation that seemed a little ashamed to Amu, and Amu was dizzy as soon as he entered the sea. Looking at the water patterns scattered under the boat, Amu always felt like six rays of light, gradually dispersing, and his headache was so bad that he couldn't help himself.

When the people in Mengjia Village saw Amu like this, they all thought that Amu was seasick, and they didn't force him. When the villagers went out to sea to catch big sea fish, they asked Amu to help.

Only Amu himself knew that he must have been sealed or fallen victim to some strange spell.

The days when you don't go to sea, don't go to the mountains. Amu is idle, blowing the sea breeze, and thinking about the incomplete past.

In fact, with the passage of time, after the third year, Amu's thoughts changed and he was no longer depressed.

Three years, for the monk, is just a blink of an eye. Amu still regained his true colors, he wanted to restore everything he had, but it was too difficult in such a small village.

I want to practice, but the Danhai is empty.

Amu remembered a thousand spells in his mind, but none of them could be cast. Amu had also thought about cultivating the root cultivation technique from a new level, but as long as he cultivated the root cultivation technique of the Northern Han Sect, it would be like ten thousand ants devouring the heart, and he would not be able to cultivate at all.

The people in Mengjia Village are all natives, and no one has ever walked out of the mountains, let alone the sea.

It took three or four years for Amu to tell the legend in this extremely closed village and understand where this was.

That piece of sea turned out to be the most vast sea in the Sea Desolate Shenzhou - the Sea of Bitterness. And the endless mountain is the 100,000 mountains of the Oriental Chongling.

Regarding the five regions of the sea wilderness, Amu remembers it clearly, and the easternmost is the Chongling Mountains.

In fact, Amu had also thought about it before, there were mountains and seas here, and it could be Dongling. But from the black water in the west, directly to the bitter sea in the east, but from the sea, some of them are too unbelievable, so they need to be confirmed.

Chongling in the East, the vast sea of bitterness.

If Amu wants to resume his cultivation, he has to leave this small village. However, Amu walked three times, but he didn't get out of the endless mountain.

Now, Amukong has a fairy bone demon body, and without a trace of mana, he can't resist the sword and the wind.

He wanted to walk out of the mountain on his legs, and he was more than able to reach the sky. And, most importantly, Amu gets lost every time. No matter what he thinks, Amu will eventually walk back to this village.

Therefore, Amu could only wait, waiting for the monks who flew into the sky and the earth in his memory to rescue him, Granny Thousand Flowers or the Blue Devil.

Amu believed that they would all be able to escape from Purple Ghost City safely.

But for seven years, nothing was heard. Amu knew that Dongling was too closed, and the sea wilderness was too big, even if it was a character like Granny Qianhua and Blue Devil, looking for him was looking for a needle in a haystack.

What's more, at this time, he doesn't have a trace of demonic energy, just a mortal.

Alas! sighed lightly, there is no way for the time being, wait for the opportunity!

Amu looked around, the sea and the mountains, and went straight to the other side of the village.