For the Immortal Ghost Sect, Meng Soul did not have the slightest sense of belonging, and some were just resentment and hatred. I am afraid that such a knot will never be untied.

The white-clothed monk sighed and said, "Meng Soul, even what you said makes sense. But guarding the gates of hell, but the oath you made back then, you should also know that the existence of this hell may be related to the ghost coffin, and for my Immortal Ghost Sect, it is a holy forbidden place, and today you let people in, but you violated the oath of the year?"

"Oath, hehe!" Meng Soul looked at the white-clothed monk coldly, "That's just a promise from my Meng Soul to my mother to the Gate of Eternal Hell!

"It's a promise, isn't your promise to her as good as an oath?" said the white-clothed monk slowly. He knew that only with Meng Soul's mother could he suppress Meng Soul now.

"Oh?" Meng Soul's face suddenly softened a lot, "A promise to my mother is naturally better than an oath!"

"Then you're going to let people in?" said the blackfriar.

"If my mother were alive, she would definitely understand me!" Meng Soul seemed to think of something, and a smile actually rose on the corner of his mouth.

"Huh?" the black and white monk frowned at the same time.

They knew that if Meng Soul thought like this, then no one would ever want to change Meng Soul's mind. Unless, her mother, that strange woman, is really resurrected.

On this shijie, the only person who can control a proud genius like Meng Soul is his mother.

"Even if you are a Spiritual Saint High Perfection, you dare to break through the gates of hell for the sake of your beloved, fearless of life and death. Compared to me, Meng Soul, I really have no face to live in the world!" Meng Soul couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of Amu's determination to go to hell.

"Born for my mother, die for my mother!"

"Hahaha-ha-ha-"

Meng Soul suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, but tears rolled down.

It was not a momentary tear, it should be a tear that had accumulated for 7,000 years.

Tears, those were the tears of a raiding monk. And the specific realm of Meng Soul's current situation is not clear even to the two priests in black and white.

Above the sea wilderness, in addition to the powerhouses in the Purple Shadow City, perhaps Meng Soul is the number one master.

Meng Soul's laughter actually made the two black and white high priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect a little overwhelmed.

At this time, they no longer thought about hell, but worried that Meng Soul would get out of control. If Meng Soul couldn't suppress everything in his heart and make trouble in the Immortal Ghost Sect, then there was no one in the entire Immortal Ghost Sect who could stop him.

Unless, the black and white high priests glanced at the highest point of the Netherworld Mountain at the same time, but they bowed their heads at the same time. In the Immortal Ghost Sect, no one dared to alarm that one, and neither did they.

The two high priests, black and white, stood there, letting Meng Soul let out a loud voice, and letting Meng Soul shed tears on his forehead, but he didn't dare to move. In fact, they knew the resentment and hatred in Meng Soul's heart, but there were many things, and it was really difficult to say whether it was right or wrong.

Just a piano sound, a spell, made it difficult for the two of them to deal with it. At this time, the two should be more careful.

After a long time, Meng Soul gradually controlled his emotions. Meng Soul's ten fingers flicked gently, and the melodious sound of the piano sounded again.

When everything calmed down, Meng Soul said slowly: "You guys go back! The one who just entered was just a Spirit Saint High Rank Great Perfection, and he was no longer the first person to enter the Hell!"

"What?" the black and white priests were stunned.

Although they sat in Cangwu Tower, they never neglected to explore the mountains behind the netherworld, and today the gate of hell moved, and they were captured in an instant. Never before did anyone feel like they were in hell.

Meng Soul naturally knew what they were thinking, and sneered: "More than forty years ago, an old man came to the gate of hell silently with the body of an ordinary man, and directly imprisoned me. How can you know that going into hell is like a leisurely stroll?"

"Huh?" The two black and white high priests of the Immortal Ghost Sect couldn't help but feel hot, as a high-level Great Perfection of Scattered Souls, they were alluded to being too low in cultivation, which was really speechless.

At the same time, they can hardly believe that it is true. However, they knew that with Meng Soul's character, they would never deceive people.

"Mortal body?" the white-clothed priest could barely believe his ears.

"People from Purple Ghost City?" the black-clothed priest was much calmer.

"Probably not!" Meng Soul sneered, "However, more than forty years ago, the old man in black came strangely. Or maybe I should ask your lord!"

As he spoke, Meng Soul looked at the top of the Netherworld Mountain and sneered.

"Huh?" the black and white priest's face changed suddenly.

There was something in Meng Soul's words, because it involved a secret of the Immortal Ghost Sect more than forty years ago, especially when it came to the top of the Netherworld, the black and white priests didn't dare to talk again.

The black and white priests didn't ask anything more, because since Meng Soul said this, there was no need for them to ask any further.

The higher the cultivation, the more aware of their shallowness. As a monk of the High Order of Soul Scattering, this black and white priest understands the truth that there is heaven outside the heavens and there are people outside the people.

There is a catastrophe above the soul realm, so above the catastrophe realm, it may really be the so-called fairyland. So there are many things that the black and white priests never dare to say.

Today, the High Spiritual Saint Dzogchen who entered the hell is almost insignificant compared to the old man who entered.

If the legend of the Immortal Ghost Sect is true, and there are many murderous opportunities in the hell, that is, the scattered soul cultivators will not survive if they enter it, then the Spirit Saint High Order Dzogchen will definitely die when he enters the hell.

The most worrying thing is the old man in black, if he really has something to do with what happened more than forty years ago, then he has to worry even more now. What does it mean to be able to imprison Meng Soul, they know it in their hearts!

And in hell, is there really a ghost coffin? This is the question of all the monks above the soul realm of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

The ghost coffin, that is the legendary god of the Immortal Ghost Sect. The Immortal Ghost Sect has always believed that it is the coffin that should belong to them.

"Prepare your holy maiden ceremony, or the Lord will be wrathed, and you are not me. Here's hell, there's no extraneous complication!" Meng Soul interrupted the black and white priest's thoughts with some annoyance.

"Holy Maiden!" the black and white priests sighed, then looked at each other and nodded,

Meng Soul's words were a reminder and a statement! With the current situation, they were not qualified and even less capable of letting Meng Soul do anything.

With a slight sigh, the void fluctuated again, and the two people disappeared directly into the void.

Meng Soul glanced back, the Netherworld Mountain, sneered, and didn't say anything.

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When the gates of hell opened and closed, Amu was already in the midst of endless darkness.

A stone gate seems to isolate Amu from another shijie. There's a boundless amount of dead air here.

Amu has an ancient wood rosary on his head, hanging down a trace of Buddha light, but it can only reflect the place within a radius of three zhang. The remnants of the coffin were collected into Danhai by Amu, because in the face of such a ghostly death, the remnants of the coffin were by no means the most hode protection.

Within three zhang, there are actually stone walls, black stone mottled cave walls, which seem to be a passage.

There is an extremely inexplicable coercion here!

Amu was sure that if he didn't have the ancient wood rosary on his head, even if he was an immortal bone demon body, he wouldn't be able to withstand that coercion. This coercion did not come from anyone, but from the black stone cave wall, which was very different from the coercion of the monks.

It's a place of death.

Seeing everything clearly, Amu had no choice but to completely open his magic eyes. Left Eye Demonic Sense, Right Eye Demonic Sense. Two red and black rays shot out, and Amu's eyes radiated brilliance in the darkness, looking extremely weird.

The place where Amu is is really a long tunnel.

This black tunnel is nearly three zhang wide and two zhang high, which can be described as wide. As far as Amu can see, it is a hundred zhang long, but there is no end in sight, and he doesn't know where it leads.

Amu walked and looked, only to see that there were countless lamps and jewels on both sides of the cave wall. However, it seems that he has experienced extremely fierce battles, and there are countless traces of sword spells on the walls of those black stone caves.

Those old lamps and jewels must have been completely destroyed, and there was no light. At this time, the black cave wall still retains endless power.

Back then, the monks who fought here must have been extremely powerful beings. The aura and sword intent left behind still made Amu feel shaken.

What kind of existence is this hell? Amu held the black rattan directly in his hand, did not dare to be careless, and moved forward cautiously.

There were some fetters under his feet, and Amu looked down to see that there were endless white bones scattered on the ground.

I don't know how many years these white bones have been. Some white bones were stepped on by Amu's footsteps, silently, and directly shattered. There are even some of them, which were shaken by Amu's footsteps and scattered directly into ashes.

Some of those white bones can still distinguish whether they are heads, torsos, and limbs, while others have long been unable to see anything. However, Amu found that some of these white bones were definitely not human bones.

Because, from the outside, some of them are clearly huge wings and long teeth.

Amu frowned.

Because, there are not only white bones here, but also countless weapons and items that have been dropped. However, as far as Amu could see, there was no need to pick it up and observe, just the magic sense swept over, no matter how powerful those weapons and magic weapons were back then, they had long since lost their spiritual power and turned into waste.

Judging from the quality of these items and the places scattered, the contents of these tunnels do not look like they belong to the same period.

Perhaps, I don't know how many thousands of years, there are many monks like Amu who have been here. However, they all died here inexplicably.

There are also a lot of black bones in it, and it seems that they were extremely poisoned before their deaths.

"This shouldn't be the place where the Immortal Ghost Sect detains the so-called felons!" Amu said secretly in his heart, "From this tunnel, this place looks like a site of immortal cultivation that has survived for thousands of years. ”

Not knowing where the tunnel leads, Amu continues to move forward.

After walking for a few miles, the bones on the road continued unabated, and even Amu couldn't help frowning even when he looked at it. Among them, there are many relatively intact human bones.

These must have been preceded by unusually fierce battles, and many of them were in different places.

In the air, there was an inexplicable breath.

After turning a corner, Amu could see a relatively open realm.

There was another stone gate, and the stone gate was black and white. The gates of hell are almost the same in size and square.

On the door was a green-faced, fanged ghost.

On the lintel, there are actually two pale red ancient seal characters - the domain of the holy ghost!

There is a couplet on the stone door, because of the age, the handwriting is mottled, but it can still be vaguely recognized.

"Man and ghost, ghost and man, man and ghost have different paths, yin and yang, yang and yin, yin and yang are forever separated"

Amu looked at the blood-red handwriting coldly, and a hint of discoloration gradually flashed in his eyes.

On top of this stone gate, there was originally an extremely powerful prohibition, but I don't know who broke it with great mana. On top of that couplet, there are still some remnants of prohibition.

Amu intently observed the stone door, but suddenly, on the four walls of this big hole, accompanied by a sharp strange scream, black smoke suddenly rose.