The Nine Seals Forbidden Map borrowed the strength of heaven and earth, but it couldn't do anything with Meng Soul at all. His eyes were slightly twilight, he was stroking the piano and singing, and Meng Soul had nothing outside his heart.

In any case, in fact, this piece of heaven and earth belongs to Meng Soul, this is the realm and power of the Tribulation Cultivation that Amu must not understand.

The endless ghosts pounced on Meng Soul, but when they reached three feet in front of Meng Soul, they directly turned into night.

This is a very interesting thing, Amu used the forbidden map to turn the power of heaven and earth into a yin soul, and the sound of Meng Soul's qin is a complete reversal process.

There are thousands of ghosts, but the range of Meng Soul's piano sound seems to be spreading incessantly.

Three, ten, and thirty zhang......

Meng Soul was effortless, and Amu's forbidden map had been compressed into a piece that was less than a foot round. This is definitely the mercy of Meng Soul's subordinates, otherwise Amu would not even have the opportunity to cast the forbidden map.

Amu worked hard, and the black flames around him had already turned into endless black gas, rising upward, and at this time, three feet above Amu's head, there seemed to be an extra black cloud.

The Nine Seals Forbidden Map is already the ultimate of Amu. But he was still vulnerable in front of Meng Soul.

"Alas!" Meng Soul sighed, he didn't want to put Amu to death. When you press the strings with one hand, all the sounds disappear in an instant.

At this time, Amu's forbidden map was only three feet away. If Meng Soul wants to do something, I'm afraid that Amu doesn't have the power to resist, it is an absolute suppression.

"Wow-"

Although the power of the qin sound has dissipated, Amu's qi and blood have long been unstable at this time. Without the oppression of the piano sound, the force actually backfired, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

The forbidden picture dissipated, and Amu barely supported his body, and his face was no longer half bloody. Casting the Ten Thousand Gods Killing Technique and carving the Nine Seals Forbidden Diagram made Amu almost exhaust his spiritual power, and it was already the end of the strong crossbow at this time.

"How?, do you admit defeat and leave?" Meng Soul looked at Amu Dao.

In fact, if it weren't for Meng Soul, it would definitely not be so easy to crack for someone else. A Spirit Saint High Rank Great Perfection can have such combat power, even Meng Soul admires it in his heart.

Meng Soul expected that Amu should have reached the limit, and he thought that Amu would admit defeat, but Zaijian Amu shook his head gently.

Meng Soul couldn't help frowning slightly: "You still have unfinished skills?"

"Of course!" Amu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously, and nodded.

With that, Amu shook it with one hand, and three drops of seven-star bitter dew fell into his mouth.

The bitter and spicy feeling made Amu's spirit shake instantly, and Amu's face was even more urging with a touch of redness, and at the same time, the endless aura began to replenish Amu's Danhai.

Meng Soul didn't know what was in Amudi's mouth, but he knew that it must be a medicine to restore spiritual power.

"Why are you doing this?" Meng Soul sighed.

Amu smiled bitterly and did not answer. It's just that through the bitter dew of the seven stars, the Danhai is filled again.

Immediately, Amu drew again with his hands, which was still a forbidden technique. A little starlight, now at Amu's feet.

Meng Soul was a little incomprehensible, Fang Cai's Nine Seals Forbidden Map was already extremely powerful, but it was broken by himself. So what's the point of carving the forbidden picture again?

Heaven and earth, sun and moon, stars disappear!

This time, Amu Bu had eight runes, but except for the seals of heaven and earth, the other six were all new sigils.

Meng Soul couldn't help but take a deep breath, because it was less than half an hour. Amu has carved fourteen kinds of sigils, and such sigil attainments are enough to be proud of the Qingyuan Miaojia.

Moreover, at this time, Meng Soul felt that Amu could wield many runes at will, and there would definitely be other runes.

This is Meng Soul's evaluation of Amu at this time. If you only talk about the technique of forbidden pictures, even in the face of the soul-scattering old monsters of the Qingyuan Miaojia, it is not far behind.

This time, Amu Bu is the forbidden time that he realized on the Nai He Bridge.

Although the side effects of this prohibition of time are extremely great, at this time, Amu understands that even if he sacrifices the Battle Soul Ancient Lamp or the Demon Coffin, he does not have the ability to fight with Meng Soul in his own realm.

Only by improving one's own cultivation can one fight with Meng Soul.

At this time, the only way Amu can improve his cultivation is to point time to the future. With the power of the future, improve yourself. Although this is to quench his thirst, Amu has no choice.

Heaven and earth are disks, the sun, moon and stars are needles, and seclusion is shape.

With Amu's printing and sketching, the eight sigils changed in a myriad of ways, and finally formed a forbidden map—a huge clock.

The seal of heaven and earth is the background, the sun, moon and stars run in it, and the seal of seclusion floats between heaven and earth.

The forbidden time can dominate life and death. Although it was only an eight-seal forbidden map, its power was the most powerful of all the forbidden maps that Amu had realized.

The power of time is enough to crush everything. It's just that Amu can't portray this ban of time to the extreme at this time, otherwise as soon as this ban comes out, everything will be closed.

And the position of Amu at this time is the center of the clock. With the bitter dew of the seven stars, Amu had already regained some of his vigor at this time.

Dead wood on the top of the head, pedal on the clock. The black flame on Amu's white robe rose again, and his long hair was windless. Let the sun and the moon fly, and the stars will be disillusioned.

Looking at the clock floating in the void, Meng Soul frowned. Even though his realm is unparalleled, but the prohibition of time at this time can probably only be carved by a strange time-traveler like Amu.

However, after all, Meng Soul is a monk who has survived the tribulation, even if he can't fully see through Amu's spells, but at this time, he feels the liliang of Amu's forbidden map.

"That's the power of time!" Meng Soul's eyes flashed with a different color. This is the second time that Amu has made him look like this.

This forbidden map can actually mobilize time, you must know that even a great power like Meng Soul can't do it at all.

Amu stood on the clock of time, his hands forming a seal. The sun, moon and stars in Zaijian at that time were moving rapidly. In Amu's eyes, everything around him became extremely blurry.

It was the river of time, flowing rapidly in front of Amu's eyes. The past and the present are left far behind, and the future looms.

A door of light, that's a soul-level gate.

"Boom-" Amu sped through.

Soul Cultivation Elementary Stage, Soul Cultivation Initial Perfection, Soul Cultivation Intermediate Stage, Soul Cultivation Intermediate Stage, Soul Cultivation Intermediate Stage, Soul Cultivation High Stage!

Endless soul power flew from time, and Amu's Danhai kept expanding and deepening.

When it came to the high-level Great Perfection of soul cultivation, the long river of time suddenly stopped.

At this time, Amu Zhou's body was up and down, and the black flame was like a dragon. The red and black light in his eyes flickered like a lamp. Long hair flies around, white clothes hunting.

"Soul Cultivation High-level Great Perfection?" Meng Soul's brows furrowed even tighter.

However, at this time, although Amu had reached the realm of high-level Great Perfection of soul cultivation, Meng Soul still did not worry about himself at all. Meng Soul frowned at this time, just worried about how much Ah Mu would have to fight against him if he drove the power of time and borrowed his future cultivation.

From the high-level Great Perfection of the Spirit Saint to the high-level Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation, the leap was a whole great realm. Many monks, from the high level of the Spirit Saint to the high level of Soul Cultivation Great Perfection, have to practice for thousands of years.

And Amu only used the forbidden time for a moment, how could such a spell against the sky not cause harm to himself?

Demon cultivation soul cultivation is a high-level consummation, and the soul can be dispersed.

At this time, Amu raised one hand, and the black rattan was held in his hand again.

Canghai Town's dragon whip hummed low, and there seemed to be a dragon soul jumping inside.

"Go!" As soon as the magic power of Amu Xiu's soul level urged, the dragon roared and shook the sky, and the black rattan directly turned into an oolong, heading straight for Meng Soul.

In the dragon whip of Canghai Town, the dragon soul was sealed, and at this time, Amu's cultivation increased greatly, and he actually inspired three dragon soul transformations.

An oolong turned into three in an instant. Dancing with his teeth and claws, he went straight to Meng Soul.

"Five-clawed oolong?" Meng Soul looked at the three dragon souls, and his heart was secretly shocked, Fang Cai Amu had also sacrificed this treasure.

However, the dragon soul was not clear, and at this time, Meng Soul saw that it was actually a five-clawed oolong inside.

The five-clawed oolong is a legendary beast of the Three Realms. What kind of magic weapon is the black rattan in Wang Han's hand, it can actually imprison the dragon soul and use it for its use.

Fortunately, these are dragon souls that have lost their intelligence, otherwise if the real dragon appeared. It's just one, and Meng Soul is not an opponent.

Rao is like this, in the face of these three dragon souls that have been completely transformed, Meng Soul does not dare to underestimate them.

Ten fingers fired together, and dozens of sonorous piano sounds suddenly sounded.

These piano sounds are different from Fang Cai, as soon as the piano sound comes out, it directly transforms.

Some are like knives, some are like swords, and some are like axes that open the sky.

This is also the first time that Meng Soul has played a murderous and awe-inspiring piano sound.

"Whew-"

"Boom—"

The three dragon souls collided with dozens of qin sounds, and there was a loud bang, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the entire void seemed to be cracked.

Meng Soul didn't move, but when he looked at Amu's body again, he trembled slightly. The remnants of the coffin above his head were in full bloom, and he barely removed the aftermath of the impact.

The black rattan was useless again, in fact, this was also expected by Amu.

Soul Cultivation Battle Tribulation Realm, it is still too far and too far away. Moreover, Amu's intuition told him that Meng Soul's Tribulation Realm cultivation was not low.

Behind the Netherworld, at the gate of hell, how could there be such a powerful person who penetrates the heavens and the earth?

However, at this time, Amu couldn't think about it, he knew that the ban of time might not last long.

Zaijian Amu sealed his hands on his chest, which was also not a sea wilderness technique, but the inheritance of the God of War King.

A red glow shone at the center of Amu's eyebrows. The imprint of the ancient lamp of the war spirit gradually appeared, and at the same time, the ancient lamp that covered the world was about to burst out.

The Battle Soul Ancient Lamp is the magic weapon on Amu's body second only to the magic coffin, and if it is pure and powerful, it is the first of Amu's treasures. Therefore, Amu did not use this treasure for a long time, just waiting for it to exert its greatest power.

The ancient lamp of the war soul has not yet come out, but the aura of blood killing has already filled the world. The red glow is like blood, and the killing intent is monstrous. You must know that the Battle Spirit Ancient Lamp, a drop of lamp oil, is enough to turn into a river of blood.

"Huh?" Meng Soul was shocked, "What is that? There is such a bloody killing aura." ”

Through the red light in the sky, Meng Soul seemed to see the battlefield of ancient times.

It was an endless blood-red desert, it was a blood-red snowstorm, it was a rolling blood-red mountain, it was an endless rolling red stream.

The scenery is changing, but everything is blood red.

Rows of black-armored soldiers riding unicorn monsters and holding Changge fell, and endless corpses turned into a mist of blood.

"Slaughter everything, only the war spirit. "There seems to be a voice that has resounded through the ages.

"Illusion?" Meng Soul's eyes flashed, "Not good!"