Born to guard the Netherworld Hell? Amu couldn't help frowning when he heard Meng Soul's words, he knew that with a monk of Meng Soul's level, what he said would definitely be non-negotiable.

At the same time, the demonic qi around Amu's body began to rise gradually, and the black rattan light flashed and fell into his hand.

Since he risked life and death to the Immortal Ghost Sect, he broke through the three levels of hell and came to the gate of hell.

Han Qianli, Master Wang Jue, Yu'er, everything Amu wants to know may be at that swarthy door.

Demon Xiu Amu, unless he dies, how can he come back?

The demonic intent around Amu's body kept rising, and the black demonic flame vision had already leapt above the white robe.

The light on the black rattan flickered, and a dragon shadow was already floating in the brilliance of the black rattan. This is almost the strongest state of the black rattan that Amu can urge now.

The remnants of the coffin floated overhead, hanging down thousands of black rays.

Amu Zhou's body is shrouded in the black light of the remnants of the wood, otherwise there is no need for anything else, as long as the suppression of the soul is out, Amu will die and have no place to be buried.

The high-level Great Perfection of the Spirit Saint, Amu stepped on the soul at this time, and on the Nahe Bridge, Amu once used the power of the future to briefly enter the soul realm.

Therefore, at this time, it is not an exaggeration to say that Amu's cultivation is in the realm of the void soul, as long as the opportunity comes, he can enter the realm of the soul at any time.

Now, even if Amu's combat power is not added to his body, he can defeat the Soul Cultivation Initial Perfection with his Demon Cultivation Body and Spells, and once he uses the Heaven Defying Treasures around his body, he will have the power to fight even if the Soul Cultivation High Rank also has the power to fight.

However, if it was against the Scattered Soul Cultivator, Amu was afraid that he would have absolutely no chance of winning.

However, at this time, Amu can't and doesn't want to retreat. It's not recklessness, it's nine deaths without regrets.

Because behind the gate of hell, perhaps the most important person in Amu's life is hidden.

Since he is the most important person in his life, even if it is just a possibility, Amu will fight for his life.

Moqin Meng Soul naturally saw everything about Amu in his eyes, but he didn't make the slightest move, and still sat on the black stone very indifferently and looked at Amu. Because in Meng Soul's opinion, everything Amu did was in vain.

"For nine thousand years, there are many monks who have come to the gate of hell, but whether he is a soul cultivator, a soul scatterer, an immortal cultivator, a demon cultivator, or even a high-level Buddhist soul cultivator, he can't pass my level. You are a spiritual saint with a high-level Great Perfection, even if you have a magic weapon against the sky, you will never be able to pass it. Why try again, do you know how many sea desolation powers have been sealed in hell?"

After listening to the words of the Demon Qin Meng Soul, Amu naturally understood in his heart that the cultivation of this Meng Soul was afraid that he had already stepped into the so-called tribulation realm.

Amu really didn't expect that there would be a realm tribulation cultivator under the Netherworld Mountain of the Immortal Ghost Sect, and at the same time, he really didn't understand how such a powerful person could become the gatekeeper of hell.

But at this time, even if a moth fights the fire, Amu has to try.

"Thank you seniors for reminding me! However, maybe the younger generation is the first person who can pass here!" Amu's tone was a kind of determination that would rather die than return.

"Alas!" Moqin Meng Soul smiled bitterly, as if remembering something, "You don't have to fight for the first person! Because, there was an old man more than forty years ago, who had already passed here!"

"What?" Meng Soul's seemingly casual words shocked Amu's heart, "More than forty years ago?"

"Yes, it was an old man in black, but...... He's a ...... Mortal!" When he said this, Meng Soul's expression was extremely complicated.

This is the first time that Meng Soul, who has always been calm and breezy, has lost his temper slightly since Amu saw Meng Soul.

"The old man in black?mortal?" Amu's face changed suddenly, "He's alone?"

"Alone!" Meng Soul didn't seem to have recovered from the memory of the old man in black, and he didn't pay attention to Amu's expression.

At this time, Amu could finally conclude that the black-clothed old man in Meng Soul's mouth must be Master Wang Jue. But he was alone, so where did Yu'er go?

"Then may I ask my senior, for more than forty years, there has been a Spirit Saint-level monk from the Northern Wilderness, a white-clothed monk who has been here!"

"A white-clothed monk of the Northern Desolation Spirit Saint level?" Meng Soul thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Monks who can't pass the three levels of hell can't come to me, but Spirit Saint level monks can come to me." For nine thousand years, you are the only one!"

"Huh?" Amu frowned, it seemed that there was an error in the memory of the Immortal Ghost Sect monk who had searched for his soul.

In the second level of the three levels of hell, the yin soul of Han Qianli on Huangquan Road sat cross-legged, but here Meng Soul has never seen Han Qianli, could it be that Han's predecessors were buried in Nai He Bridge, and a wisp of Yin Soul was not extinguished, so he was stranded on Huangquan Road?

"How did the old man in black pass?" Han Qianli had no news, and Amu asked another word about Master Wang Jue.

"How did you get over?" Meng Soul let out a long sigh, and then smiled bitterly, "Just walk over casually!"

What Meng Soul said seemed to be a joke, but Amu wouldn't listen to it as a joke, he knew that what Meng Soul said was very likely to be true.

Master Wang Jue is indeed a mortal, but the power possessed by this mortal is beyond imagination, even in the face of a strange character like Meng Soul, he could really just walk over casually.

Thinking of his master's domineering mortal, Amu couldn't help but smile.

"Even if it's a senior, can't you stop the old man in black?"

"Stop, how can you stop it, you can't stop it!" Meng Soul had already regained his composure at this time, and shook his head lightly, but his answer was extremely strange.

"Senpai!" Amu also smiled indifferently, "Since you can't stop him, he went to hell." Then the juniors will be even more offended!"

With that, Amu's right hand shook suddenly, and a dragon roared, and the black rattan went straight towards Meng Soul.

A few words from Meng Soul confirmed that Wang Jue had come to hell, so this strengthened Amu's idea of going to hell, so Amu didn't need to say anything more and took action directly.

At this time, Meng Soul naturally sensed that Amu seemed to have something to do with the old man in black, but none of this mattered.

Meng Soul's duty is to guard the gate of hell and not let anyone enter, because Meng Soul knows that there is more than just a hell behind him, and hell is not just the so-called prison of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

The hell of Nethermountain has too many secrets too deep in it.

Amu's black rattan flew in, and Meng Soul did not change in the slightest. Even though Meng Soul could see that the black rattan was absolutely good, the cultivation of the high level of the Amu Spirit Saint was too weak and weak in his opinion.

Meng Soul sat on the black stone and didn't move, just plucked the strings with one hand.

"Zheng-" A piano sound directly turned into a white mang, and greeted Amu's black rattan.

"Boom-" The two vigorously collided, emitting countless ripples of force.

Amu's black rattan rose directly into the sky in the void, and a dragon roar shook the nine heavens. However, it did not directly disperse a random piano note from Meng Soul.

This is the first time since Amu Xiuxian that someone can be equal to the indestructible black rattan with just a simple force.

"Huh?" Amu raised his eyebrows. Meng Soul's response was also too casual.

"Oh?" Meng Soul didn't seem to expect that Amu would actually be able to take over one of his piano powers.

You must know that it is a soul cultivator, and it is not easy to take over one of your own piano powers. That magic treasure was really extraordinary, and Amu could feel that Amu Xiuwei was still limiting the play of that magic treasure.

"You do have the capital to come to me!" Meng Soul smiled faintly.

"Senior concession!" Amu knew that this Meng Soul had not used the slightest liliang at all, otherwise he would not have had the opportunity to talk to him so much.

"Since you are so persistent, then if you have any ability, you will show it! If you can't do your best, you will die!"

In fact, at this time, Meng Soul had a good impression of Amu, and he didn't want to take Amu's life at all, he just wanted Amu to retreat.

"Thank you senior!" Amu knew that Meng Soul was giving himself a chance, and in the face of a monk like Meng Soul, Amu could only show his most powerful tricks.

Other inferior spells don't need to be cast at all, because they don't make any sense.

Thinking of this, Amu didn't hesitate.

Directly with both hands on the chest, the inheritance of the God of War King opened, and the seal in his hand kept changing. It wasn't the magic of the Sea Desolate Divine State, it was the secret technique of the ancient God of War clan.

As the Indian method changed, a colorful light rose above Amu's head.

This time, Amu directly used such an ultimate spell. Because in the face of a monk of Meng Soul's level, Amu had no chance.

Ten Thousand Gods Killing Technique, Three Realms and Nine Folds. God is split, God is silent, God is destroyed, and each realm has three levels: upper, middle and lower

The Divine Crack Upper Realm, that is the strongest spell that Amu can cast at the moment.

Colorful light rose and directly turned into an ocean.

I have to say that now that Amu's cultivation has improved, this style of Ten Thousand Gods Killing Technique is far better than the time when he fought against Qing Kui, the soul cultivation intermediary of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, on the Northern Cold Sect.

The same charm of God, the same majestic atmosphere. The colorful light continues to spread, and the entire Netherworld Mountain, the entrance of hell, is full of colorful blurs, and it is psychedelic and beautiful.

The breath of God, like the light of the Buddha, shines on the world.

At this moment, the demon flame on Amu's white clothes rose, but he was covered with colorful divine light, and he was also a god and a demon!

"Oh?" Moqin Meng Soul looked at Amu with interest, because with his realm cultivation, he couldn't see what kind of spell Amu was casting at this time. However, that sacred and awe-inspiring aura made it feel good.

"The devil is the inside, and the god is the outside! Is the double cultivation of gods and demons? ”

There was a faint smile on the corner of Moqin Meng Soul's mouth, still as steady as Mount Tai.

Because although it seemed that Amu's magic was amazingly powerful, it was still too much different in Meng Soul's eyes.

Amu's realm restricts the exertion of the Ten Thousand Gods Killing Technique of the Three Realms, and the power is also greatly reduced.

But even so, the aura of gods and demons is still like a mountain and a sea, and the entire Netherworld Mountain is like a seven-colored ocean.

The mighty power of gods and demons suddenly turned into a long rainbow and went straight towards Meng Soul. If you talk about the power of this Changhong, it is a cultivator at the level of soul cultivation, and it can also be killed directly.