Shen Yan stood in the void against the white-clothed monk, while the Yin Yang Galaxy Diagram and the black and white treasure mirror confronted each other, and they couldn't tell the winner for a while.

It's a strange scene. The black and white in the void are staggered, like the fight of two shijie.

Shen Yan's purple skirt was flying, and her demeanor was graceful, because there was a ghost mask, and no one could see Shen Yan's expression. The white-clothed monk was as white as snow, and his expression was calm, but there were too many bewitching things in his beautiful face.

This situation made Miss Miaoer, Yun San Gongzi and others secretly shocked. Although they knew the Yin Yang Galaxy Diagram, they didn't know what level of magic weapon duel it was.

Both sides are characters with great backgrounds, and their backgrounds seem to surpass those of the Yun family and the Miao family.

Miss Miaoji couldn't help but think of Miaotianchang's advice at this time, maybe he was right, this trip to the Deserted Soul Secret Realm was originally a mistake. They should have turned around a long time ago, but I'm afraid it's really too late at this point.

At this time, Amu's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the white-clothed monk, black rattan gradually appeared on his right hand, such a powerful opponent, Amu couldn't wait and see the changes.

"Wang Han, let's kill him together!" Shen Yan's voice was extremely cold and full of murderous aura. Although the white-clothed monk hugged his fists to show goodwill, Shen Yan did not appreciate it at all.

Amu didn't expect that the white-clothed monk's act of taking off his mask would actually arouse Shen Yan's murderous intent.

At the beginning, Shen Yan once said that when she first entered the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, a collaborator was killed because she wanted to take off her mask, and Amu didn't care too much. Now it seems that this is definitely Shen Yan's taboo, and at the same time, you can also understand what kind of promise Shen Yan promised that as long as he got the Third World Dream Soul Flower, he would take off his mask.

The white-clothed monk didn't seem to expect Shen Yan's reaction to be so fierce, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

In fact, he didn't have the slightest intention of blasphemy, but he just felt that the ghost mask was so strange, so he wanted to raise his hand to take it off. In his opinion, except for Amu, the other monks were vulnerable.

But he didn't expect Shen Yan's ghost mask to be so powerful, and Shen Yan was not controlled by his own spells, and he rose into the air and sacrificed the Yin Yang Galaxy River Diagram.

Now that he heard Shen Yan say that he would join forces with Amu to kill him, the white-clothed monk couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth. Although the identity of the Ghost Saint Descendant is powerful, he is afraid that he still can't kill him.

"You want to kill me?" the white-clothed monk coughed violently suddenly, but when he coughed, a black phantom appeared behind him, which was a demon shadow formed by the release of demonic energy, and at the same time, the black and white mirrors in the void did not move at all, completely unaffected.

Stopping the cough, the white-clothed monk's face turned slightly red, looked at Amu and Shen Yan and said, "Then it's just right, I want to see your skills!"

"Ninety-nine Dream Bird Hearts, are they all on you?" Amu said as he looked at the white-clothed monk.

"Isn't the spirit of the cloud beast also where you are?" The white-clothed monk didn't answer the rhetorical question, and then said lightly, "That day, I saw that cloud beast was waiting to give birth, and I was moved by compassion, and I didn't kill it, so I had to trouble you!"

This is as if Amu wants to completely dedicate the spirit of the cloud beast to him.

The corners of Amu's mouth curled, and he said, "In this way, a battle between you and me is inevitable!" At this time, there is no need to say anything, both of them are collecting Desolate Soul Beasts, and the purpose is naturally to resurrect Desolate Soul Beasts, and now they must all capture the essence of Desolate Souls,

"A battle is inevitable!" the white-clothed monk nodded, and then looked back at the black magic mountain. The gray fog is misty, and everything is both real and illusory.

"Everything we want is there!" the whitefriar's tone suddenly drifted a little, as if to mean something.

In fact, Amu also had doubts in his heart, this white-clothed monk should have entered the Chaos Secret Realm earlier, but it seems that he still hasn't taken anything, so he seems to be waiting for himself and others, I don't know why?

"Wang Han, don't say more! Kill him!" Shen Yan shouted. At the same time, without waiting for Amu to respond, Shen Yan's hands were sealed, and a little blue light was like a ghostly fire, heading straight to the heart of the white-clothed monk.

"Nether Ghost Fire!" the white-clothed monk snorted coldly, then flashed sideways, sliding more than ten feet away. At the same time, the right hand reached out, it was a white and slender palm, and with a flick of the middle finger, a little black flame shot out, directly meeting the dark blue ghost fire.

"Bang-" The two flames collided, and a loud noise was released, which actually set off a huge wave and spread out like water lines.

"Demon Flame!" Amu frowned.

This Demon Spirit Flame should not be regarded as a real spell, but an instinctive supernatural power of demon cultivation. Turn the power of one's own demonic cultivation into flames, but this requires a demonic cultivator who has entered the spiritual realm to exert it, and it should be at least the middle level of the spiritual realm, that is, the Supreme Spirit High Perfection or the Spiritual Saint Initial Stage.

With Amu's current cultivation, although he can externalize the black flame, he can't cast the demon spirit flame yet, because he doesn't have the slightest demon spiritual power in his body.

"I don't know if this white-clothed monk has reached the realm of demon spirit cultivation?"

Amu thought in his heart, at this time, the black rattan shook and had already made a move. The black rattan rolled up several feet and ten black rays, and went straight to the white-clothed monk to draw it, and the momentum was terrifying.

Seeing this black rattan, the white-clothed monk also frowned slightly. The remnants of Amu's coffin, he shook it away with the brilliance of the black and white mirror hidden in the center of his eyebrows, and that was because of the demonic nature.

But at this time, as soon as the black rattan came out, it gave him a feeling that he was not a demon. This black rattan looks like a magic treasure, but it is a little different, which is difficult to understand.

"It seems that this demon cultivator named Wang Han is also a character with a great background, and the remnants of the coffin and this black rattan are all treasures against the sky!"

At this time, seeing the black rattan drawn, the white-clothed monk flew to dodge, and at the same time his hands were sealed in the void.

"Demon Vine!" The white-clothed monk broke off, and several vine-like black qi appeared in the void, directly wrapped around the black rattan, and at the same time, the demon's power was released, heading straight for Amu.

The demon vine contained the spiritual power of the demon, just like the black qi contained in the black demon temple alien beast bone array, directly entangled the black rattan.

"Buzz" whispered, the demon's spiritual power was a great threat to the black rattan, and the black rattan couldn't break free for a while. At the same time, as soon as the magic pressure came out, Amu instantly felt a shock all over his body, which was the gap and shackles of the level.

If it is said that for ordinary monks, Amu has the advantage of being a demon cultivator, but in the face of a monk who is also a demon cultivator and is at least one level higher than himself, then this coercion is almost fatal.

The ancient desolate demon scriptures echoed in Amu's mind, and it wanted to protect Amu's divine consciousness. is also a demon cultivator, Amu naturally knows the power of the demon sense, if the white-clothed monk directly attacks him with the demon sense, if there is no ancient desolate demon scripture to protect him, I am afraid that he will be directly cut off from the divine sense.

This is the most passive battle since Amu's debut, and he is controlled everywhere, and the advantage of the demon cultivation body has become a disadvantage almost instantly.

The corners of the white-clothed monk's mouth curled, and he went straight to Amu. But at this moment, Shen Yan's Qing Ruyi had already arrived. The blue mangs that broke the sky went straight to the white-clothed monk.

"Immortal treasure?" the white-clothed monk sneered, and then raised his hand with one hand, and it was also a magic weapon flying out.

"Boom-" It was a magic weapon that shone with a blood-red light, and it was impossible to see the form. With a roar, Shen Yan's Qing Ruyi was directly shocked and flew out.

"It's not human!" the white-clothed monk glanced at Shen Yan.

He ran to Amu again, but he was blocked by Shen Yan, and when he ran towards Amu, Amu's eyebrows flashed red, and his body was already moving.

"Huh?" the white-clothed monk was stunned, he didn't expect Amu to be able to break his coercion. Amu's cultivation, he can see it clearly, and set the high-level Great Perfection. Although it seems that he can break through at any time, as long as he does not generate demon spiritual power, then his own coercion should be Amu's absolute nemesis.

Regarding the red glow on Amu's eyebrows, he couldn't see what the situation was.

"Break!" the white-clothed monk snorted coldly, and his demonic sense actually turned into a tangible, like a knife like a sword, and attacked directly at Amu.

Using the magic sense to attack, for the demon cultivator, this is the fastest and most effective way to deal with monks of the same rank or lower than themselves.

The realm of the white-clothed monk is much higher than that of Amu, and theoretically he can kill Amu in one fell swoop.

However, the white-clothed monk's magic sense was sent out, and it was instantly blocked.

"What is that?" Although this white-clothed monk was also a demon cultivator who had a great chance, he had never seen it about the ancient desolate demon scriptures. He didn't know much about the Mowen either.

The ancient seal characters, the black flowers circulated, tightly protected Amu Zhihai, so that his magic sense could not get close. Even some of the magic consciousness was actually shocked back.

"Hmph!" Amu sneered, and then a black vortex appeared in his left palm, and at the same time, the soul gathering bottle in the storage opened at the same time.

"Soul Dance Technique!" Amu snorted.

The wind was gusting, and the demonic energy was soaring.

The demon mist of Amu's left palm and the Soul Gathering Bottle rose, led by a blood-red battle soul, and a total of ten demon souls floated in the void. These ten demon souls all have high fighting spirits. Thin and invisible black threads connected these ten demon souls.

It was the line of Amu's demonic consciousness, but at this time, Amu had attached the ancient desolate demon scriptures, otherwise it would be cut off by the white-clothed monk's demonic sense.

Ten demon souls, fangs and claws. The demon soul led by him is the soul of the bloody battle of the painstaking soul of the Scattered Soul level monk. This was the first time Amu had used him, and the endless murderous and bloody aura instantly filled the entire Desolate Soul Secret Realm.

This is the remnant soul of the Soul Scattering Monk, and the cultivation at this time is still infinitely close to the Soul level Monk.

Amu is finally about to use his soul dance technique to face the demon cultivator who is higher than himself. Amu's other magic cultivation techniques are useless, and he can only use this soul dance technique to fight.

Of course, Amu still has a spell available, but before the zuihou moment, Amu doesn't want to use it, it is a means reserved by Amu.

At this time, Amu's demonic consciousness spread, and he communicated with these demon souls, which was equivalent to having ten doppelgangers, which could be regarded as a kind of puppet magic.

When the white-clothed monk saw that Amu suddenly saw ten demon souls summoned, he couldn't help but move in his heart. This is a technique for controlling demon souls, and it is extremely rare.

Of the ten demon souls, three of them were extremely powerful. Especially the one that is the leader, the blood is soaring, and there will be a soul of great slaughter in front of him.

"Soul art?" the white-clothed monk whispered to himself, at this time he was surrounded by Amu's ten demon souls, but his face still did not change.

Miss Miaoer, Yun San Gongzi and the others couldn't help but shake their hearts when they saw Amu like this, except for Shen Yan, no one knew that Amu could control so many demon souls. It was Shen Yan, when he saw the soul of the bloody battle at this time, he couldn't help but be shocked, in addition to the soul of the nine elders, Amu actually had such a powerful demon soul.

"Okay!" The white-clothed monk glanced at the many demon souls, and then glanced at Amu, "Look how I can break your soul dance technique!"