A string is a million heavenly soldiers.

However, in the initial battle in the Hell Cave Mansion, Meng Soul was defeated by one enemy and two. Whether it is the Moyu Immortal Bell or the Magic Clock, the power seems to be above the Magic Qin.

The third son of Ziyou, before he got out of the sedan chair, with the help of the strings of the magic qin, he had already seriously injured Meng Soul.

In fact, Meng Soul understood that the words of the third prince of Purple Ghost City were not wild words. Killing oneself may be really effortless for the mysterious third prince of Purple Ghost City, who is a Xuan Immortal.

However, after all, the Demon Qin Meng Soul is the son of the ghost, and there are only four strings left, but he still has a plan for life and death. That secret technique is recorded on the Zuihou page of the ancient scroll that Ghost Ruyan gave him.

"This technique will never be used until the mountains and rivers are exhausted. "This is the title page of the ancient scroll zuihou, the ghostly pale head is like smoke.

Summoning the Heavenly Continent Divine Soldier! That was a spell that Meng Soul had never used before.

At this moment, Meng Soul understood that now he might only have one chance to make a move. True Immortals face Xuan Immortals, unless you have a magic weapon like Amu on your body, you will definitely not have a chance of winning.

The fish dies, or the net breaks!

Meng Soul's hands quickly sealed, and the four strings shone at the same time, and then flew away from the body in an instant. Four strings, into thousands of brilliance. In the cave mansion, Meng Soul's true immortal qi was dense. In the mist, thousands of rays of brilliance loomed, countless human figures.

Xiao Luo frowned at this time, I don't know what kind of spell Meng Soul is casting, but there is no doubt that it is definitely a spell against the sky.

However, at this moment, the sedan chair of the third prince of Purple Youcheng, which had been half-floating on the ground for three feet, suddenly moved. Because, the third son in the sedan chair knew what kind of magic it was.

Moqin Meng Soul, Tianzhou bloodline. At all costs. The third prince didn't expect that the ghost Ruyan from Tianzhou would actually pass on such a great technique to Meng Soul.

It was a pure shattered Tianzhou summoning technique, and if it was a great success, it could summon an endless number of Tianzhou divine soldiers.

Those divine weapons are not real existences, but also the essence of the qi of the Three Realms, and their divine power is invincible, just like the gold-armored warriors, sweeping the power. Even now, the third prince does not dare to say that he can be among the millions of divine soldiers, everything is fine.

It's just that. If such a great technique is cast, with the current realm level of Meng Soul, all the essence and longevity will inevitably be exhausted. As soon as the heavenly soldiers come out, Meng Soul will die.

"As long as there is a string, I have a million soldiers. ”

At this time. The third prince finally knew that what Meng Soul said was not false. Meng Soul's technique must not be allowed to succeed. The third prince was naturally not worried about Meng Soul. It's a wreak like a million heavenly soldiers, which is absolutely out of control.

Therefore, the third son of Purple Youcheng moved, and this time it was not the four sedan chair men who moved, but the ghostly teleportation of the white sedan chair.

Like wind and lightning, no one could see how the small sedan chair arrived in front of Meng Soul. Even Meng Soul didn't see it clearly.

In front of the small sedan chair, a vast and boundless power of Xuan Xian was directly dispersed, and a green mang. Cover Meng Soul.

Xuan Immortal Imprisoned!

Meng Soul's body froze instantly, and it was too normal for Xuan Immortal to imprison True Immortal, but on the sea wilderness, I don't know how many thousands of years, there was no True Xuan War.

Meng Soul did not have nine coffins on his body, so he could not completely turn this imprisoning power into intangible. The third prince still hasn't come out of the sedan chair, but the Xuan Immortal confinement directly terminated Meng Soul's spell.

At this time, the third prince is an irresistible existence in this cave. At the same time, the Mo Yu Immortal Bell in front of the sedan car smashed directly towards the two doors behind Meng Soul.

The third son of Ziyou, I want to see if these two doors can be opened without the secret spell of the Ghost Venerable. However, at the moment when the black jade fairy bell flew out.

Boom - Boom Boom -

Inside the cave mansion, swaying slightly, the two doors behind Meng Soul suddenly opened.

I don't know how many tens of thousands of years of yin and cold qi came to my face, and the biting chill instantly made everything in the Fangcai Cave Mansion hung with green frost.

Originally, because of the absorption of endless calamity and immortal power, the mural that suddenly shone and came to life was immediately covered with a layer of green frost.

The sedan curtain of the third prince of Purple Youcheng also stiffened instantly, and the ink jade fairy bell also suddenly stagnated in the air.

"Broken!"

At this time, the third prince suddenly snorted softly and said what he said. A Xuan Immortal power directly hit the Ink Jade Immortal Bell. The fairy bell was shocked and flew back suddenly. At the same time, the sedan chair of the third prince also teleported and returned to its original position.

Everything was instantaneous, and the plain sedan chair came and went like the wind, imprisoning Meng Soul, and then flew back, as if it had never moved at all.

However, the gate behind Meng Soul opened extremely suddenly, and the endless 10,000-year-old cold air was like the sea water in the sluice gates, and it was suddenly poured.

Endless cold air, forming a whirlwind, rushed out from behind the gate.

Click-click-click-

The entire cave began to freeze rapidly, and the faint layer of ice spread like a spider's web. That kind of cold air makes the three sons have to retreat, and they have to talk about others.

Only Meng Soul was closest to the door, but he was not affected in the slightest. The Xuan Immortal prohibition around Meng Soul was loosened instead, and it was instantly lifted.

Zaijian and the others, the small sedan chair of the third prince of Purple Shadow City emitted bursts of white light, protecting the four sedan chair men around him and the man and woman of the dragon and phoenix clans of Purple Shadow City.

"Open!" The Fire Tribulation Male Cultivator of the Purple Shadow Dragon Clan frowned, snorted lightly, and a blood-red calamity fire rose under his feet.

Smack-

Under the calamity, those Xuan Ice suddenly collapsed, but in the blink of an eye, they had been restored.

"Huh?" the dragon clan fire cultivator couldn't help frowning.

The feet of the four palanquin men and women of the dragon and phoenix tribes were already covered with thick ice. At the same time, countless sigils flew out from behind the gate in an instant, constantly deducing the combination, and the silver light burst into bursts.

"Yin and Yang are eternally separated, people and ghosts have different paths!" The eight big characters have begun to float in the void......

"Scatter!" is still the third son of Purple Hidden City, and with a soft cry in the small sedan chair, a green light shot out.

Boom -

The green mangs directly scattered the two silver mangs.

I have to say that the mysterious third son of Purple Ghost City is too powerful. You must know that back then, Amu was an ancient heavenly treasure with a fire attribute like the Battle Spirit Ancient Lamp, so he was able to protect himself. The third son, when he drank lightly and raised his hand, he cracked everything.

Those from the hanging coffin inside the cave. The cold air gushing out, although it did not complete the sealing of those people because of the existence of the powerful Three Princes of Purple Shadow City, it still restricted their movements.

However, in the small sedan chair, a ball of green fire flew out.

Whew――

In an instant, the Xuan Ice under the feet of everyone in Purple Ghost City was completely vaporized.

At this moment, Xiao Luo and Wu'er are more relaxed. Because, Wu'er's hand has an extra lantern full of demonic purple light at some point. The purple flame light emitted by the lantern completely resisted the cold air.

These people just took a deep breath and sighed that hell was really dangerous.

But at this moment, behind the gate. Suddenly, ten white shadows flew out directly. Those white shadows lined up and blocked directly at the gate. Standing behind Meng Soul.

Those were ten ghosts in white. The white robe mopped the floor, exactly the same as what Amu had seen before. It's just that, at this time, including Meng Soul, I don't know that there are actually twelve more powerful black ghosts behind the door.

Those ghosts are all humanoid ghosts. With his hair scattered and his head drooping, he couldn't see his face at all, except for a strand of pale face and a thin chin between his hair. Even both arms were covered by long sleeves, which were dragged on the cold ground.

These ghosts are all guardians of hell, and Amu was careful not to move them back then. Two white-clothed ghosts blocked Amu, and Amu relied on the ancient lantern of the war spirit and the dragon whip of Canghai Town, and died nine times before there was no accident.

And now that the ten ghosts came out together, standing behind Meng Soul, such a formation was indeed a bit terrifying.

"Shura Ghost!" the third son in the sedan chair whispered to himself.

At the same time, through the vast fog, the scene behind the gate has been fully captured by the eyes of the third prince. The demon cultivator fell, the black and white light in his eyes burst out, and the demon eyes were completely opened.

The newly opened cave and the walls of the cave as far as the eye can see are all polished by black and white boulders, which are as bright as a mirror. In the middle of the cave is a circular pool, seven or eight zhang in diameter. It's just that the water inside has long since stagnated and turned into ice.

On the ice, the cold air rises, like smoke and fog, and it is extremely blurry. There were more than a dozen ice sculpture monsters around the ice pool. Those monsters have different forms and strange shapes.

Some have green-faced fangs, some have ribs with two wings, some have three heads and four tails, and some have two horns and one eye.

None of these monsters resemble the desolation of the sea. There are nineteen in all, and they seem to be arranged in a wonderful order. It was definitely an earth-shattering circle.

Lines of cold air swam between the monsters. Although those monsters were ice sculptures, they were evenly divided into black and white, and sometimes there was a cold light that flashed in the eyes of those monsters. Lifelike, just like a living thing.

If these ice monsters are resurrected, their power should not be underestimated. At this time, it was the Demon Cultivator who fell, and he couldn't help but gasp.

The realm of black and white, so he remembered the Black Demon Temple in the secret realm of the desolate soul.

In the small sedan chair, the third prince of Purple Hidden City was silent, but the sedan curtain of the small sedan chair was slightly rippling, which seemed to imply that the third prince's heart was not calm.

What kind of existence are these? For a while, no one dared to act rashly.

At this time, the two caves were connected, and everyone gradually saw everything clearly.

In the middle of the ice pool, in the rising cold mist, there was a coffin with a crystal luster.

Everyone's hearts were shocked. With the advent of the demon coffin, the coffin has become an extremely sensitive existence in the sea wilderness.

The coffin in the cave floated in the air three zhang high, crystal clear, as if polished crystal. A faint cold air emanated from the ice-colored coffin.

The hanging coffin in the cold fog, almost everyone who saw this scene clearly, their faces changed.

And looking at it again, not far away, on the wall of the black and white cave, the light is flowing, it is a portrait of a woman and a few lines of poetry. The woman, dressed in black, with her skin better than snow, and her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was worried.

The woman in black, stepping on a cloud of white clouds, is graceful and beautiful. She actually held an ancient book in her hand. The ancient book is black and clear, and it is certainly not a mundane thing.

On the walls of the Zaijian cave, the light shimmers. A few lines of handwriting, revealed.

"The ethereal Tianzhou is full of tears, and the dream of the sea is desolate for 90,000 years. Pour out the heart of thousands of worlds, don't ask the ghosts of the past like smoke!"

The handwriting is delicate and elegant, flowing and flowing. They're not runes, but they're literal. The person who left the handwriting must have reached the wonderful realm of the Dharma of all things.

"Mother!" Meng Soul at this time, although he did not look back, his divine sense swept over the cave and he remembered it vividly. Especially when I swept the hanging coffin, I couldn't help but feel a huge shock in my heart.

That is, nine thousand years later, Meng Soul saw it again that haunted his mother.

The woman in the ice crystal coffin looked serene. In Meng Soul's eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the Three Realms.

The temples are piled up with crows, and the cheeks are like snow. The long black skirt sets off the woman's incomparable noble temperament and intoxicating charm. And the most special thing is that the woman in black has a crystal teardrop hanging on her black bright and slender eyelashes.

The teardrop, the brilliance flickering, does not condense or fall, reflects the endless brilliance, it seems to be a tear that will not fall for ten thousand years.

Nine thousand years ago, Meng Soul had seen that tear.

"The ghost girl is like smoke, sure enough, the peerless elegance!"

The curtain of the white sedan chair fluttered gently, and the voice of the third prince was extremely low, and then he sighed. (To be continued......)