The seven sigils of heaven, earth, wind, thunder, mountain, water, and escape, the seven-colored brilliance runs through the void like a rainbow.

Amu continued to deduce and fuse, the seven runes were endless, and countless runes were generated, hooking the general trend of heaven and earth, and gradually turning into forbidden maps.

At this time, the two Desolate Ancient War Spirits, exuding endless killing intent and death aura, blocked in front of Amu.

For these two Desolate Ancient War Souls, Amu knew in his heart that it would be impossible for the white-clothed monk to break through them for a moment and a half, and he had the Ancient War Spirit Ancient Lamp in his hand, this Desolate Ancient War Spirit could be said to be immortal and immortal, which was enough to entangle the white-clothed monk. Using this time, Amu wants to deduce his strongest forbidden picture.

Sure enough, the white-clothed monk also saw that Amu was constantly deducing. As soon as his body moved, he turned into an afterimage and went straight to Amu.

But as soon as he moved, the two ancient war spirits moved immediately. Two black Changge, the power of death that pierced the void, directly greeted the white-clothed monk.

Don't look at the white-clothed monk It is not difficult to deal with Amu and ordinary monks, but it is not so easy to encounter this ancient battle spirit. At the beginning, Amu also had to get the Battle Soul Ancient Lantern before he could subdue these two War Spirits, otherwise he could only use Black Wood and Black Rattan to temporarily suppress them.

Originally, these were two killing gods, but now, for Amu, who has the ancient lamp of the battle spirit, these are two guardian gods.

The white-clothed monk changed three or four magic spells in a row, but none of them could harm the Desolate Ancient Battle Soul in the slightest. That kind of attack is basically ineffective, and even the general soul suppression spell will not work.

threw out a soul treasure, and was directly dispersed by the Changge of the Ancient War Spirit. The white-clothed monk snorted coldly, and once again sacrificed the magic weapon that shook the smoke of Qing Ruyi, which emitted blood-red light.

As soon as this treasure came out, before he reached the Ancient War Spirit, Shen Yan's hands were quick and he directly called Qing Ruyi.

"Boom-" Although Qing Ruyi was shocked again, the magic weapon that scattered blood-red light was also shocked. A desolate ancient war soul stepped over directly, and Changge in his hand turned outward.

"Bang-" sounded, and the red glow of the magic weapon was dispersed at once, revealing its true face. It turned out to be a blood-red tooth-like thing, but I don't know what it was made of.

At this time, another desolate ancient war soul stepped out directly, and then ran to the white-clothed monk.

When the white-clothed monk saw it, there was a murderous look in his eyes, these two battle spirits were really difficult. If you don't use real means, I'm afraid that you will have long nights and dreams.

Zaijian's cheeks tightened, his gaze grew cold, and his eyes slowly turned black. It was the same vast demonic intent as Amu, but it was several times more powerful than Amu, and that kind of demonic intent was enough to directly kill the monks of the same level.

"Ahem, ahem!" Suddenly, the white-clothed monk coughed violently again, and the black shadow of the protective body appeared almost instinctively.

This time, the whitefriar coughed for a slightly longer period. At the same time, a miserable white light rose from the top of the white-clothed monk's head, the white light was cold and blinding, like the sun emitting endless cold light.

"Hmm!" At this time, Amu's Seven Seals Forbidden Map had been completed, and he did not drive the two Desolate Ancient War Spirits forward, but waited and watched the changes.

The seven-color forbidden map has been completed, and Amu Jin can attack and retreat, and he already has a greater reliance.

The gold-level spirit coin was hung above Amu's head, first, to provide a steady stream of spiritual power, and secondly, Amu to make the next step. If it really comes to the last resort, Amu is ready to use the power of this gold-level spirit coin to impact the spirit realm at any time. Once you can enter the spiritual realm, then you will not turn the tide of the battle.

However, for the time being, Amu still has the means at his disposal, and he will not take that risk. In such a situation now, if you rashly impact the spiritual realm, you are likely to go mad if you don't get it right.

"Is that a head?" At this time, Shen Yan suddenly exclaimed.

Sure enough, at this time, in the white light rising above the head of the white-clothed monk, the shape of a skull was faintly visible, but the face could not be seen clearly, only the outline.

This scene was extremely weird, and at the same time, Amu also felt a little familiar.

Three years ago, on the life and death platform of the Northern Han Sect, Amu and Han Zixiang, who had established a high-level Great Perfection in the Battle of Lishui. Han Zixiang used a similar technique, sacrificing a white skull, which later seemed to be scattered by black rattan or disappeared. Now, this scene is very similar to the original scene.

Is it also a sacrifice of a skull? Amu said secretly, and at the same time tightly protected Shen Yan and himself with the seven-colored forbidden map. With these seven-colored forbidden maps, Amu believes that it is enough to deal with all attacks.

At this time, the Yin Yang Galaxy Diagram and the black and white mirror in the void were still facing each other, and the black long sword and the black rattan were also fighting independently.

The atmosphere in the entire Chaos Secret Realm was very tense, and Miss Miao Er, Yun San Gongzi, and that Spirit Saint High Rank Great Perfection were all stunned at this time.

At this time, the outstanding people from the famous Seven Immortal Sects of the Sea Wilderness seemed to have completely become spectators. They are not qualified to fight at all, and they still seem to be completely imprisoned.

The white light above the whitefriar's head was still unfolding, and the shape of the skull was even more obvious. The eyes of the white-clothed monk were as black as ink, hollow, like an abyss, and had long since lost their bright color, and the beauty was easy to become more bewitching.

At this moment, he was like a god and a demon possessed.

On the other hand, there were two desolate ancient war spirits standing in front of Ah Mu, with endless dead qi dispersed, and above his head were a forbidden picture of seven colors like a rainbow.

A murderous, demonic, and weird atmosphere filled the entire Chaos Secret Realm, and it seemed that the Zuihou of the two major demon cultivators was about to break out in one round.

But at this moment, suddenly—

When- When-

The majestic and long bell, with the vicissitudes of eternity and long-lasting, suddenly reverberated throughout the Secret Realm of the Desolate Soul. When the bell rang, it seemed to put everything to rest.

The white light above the white-clothed monk's head stopped instantly, and the seven-colored brilliance of the forbidden map above Amu's head also stagnated. In particular, the four magic weapons that were entangled with each other seemed to be shocked in some way, and they all flew upside down, each returning to the master's hands. The entire Chaos Secret Realm seemed to be filled with endless sound waves.

"Wow-" The three of Miss Miaoji, who were imprisoned, directly spurted out a mouthful of blood. Amu, the white-clothed monk, and Shen Yan's bodies also shook involuntarily.

"What kind of bell is that?" Except for the white-clothed monk, everyone else, including Amu, was stunned.

As soon as the whitefriar heard the bell, he instantly received the white light above his head, and the shape of the skull was no longer there.

"Why did you get ahead?" the white-clothed monk frowned.

At the same time, the gray mist in Zaijian's entire chaotic secret realm changed instantly, and all the gray mist rolled like a tide, concentrated halfway up the mountain, that is, behind the place where the white-clothed monk once stood.

Wow - Wow -

The gray mist melts the river, and the sound of the water flows. Behind Zaijian's white-clothed monk, at this time, it completely turned into an endless gray river. The water is rolling, and there is no wind and waves.

And the Black Illusion Demon Mountain, which was not far away, seemed to have become an overseas mountain in an instant. Hazy, suspended on the other side of the river, but the distance is both real and illusory, and I don't know how far.

"What's going on?" everyone asked in their hearts.

The scene of the Chaos Secret Realm changed like this, which was beyond the expectations of Amu and the others.

The white-clothed monk sighed, and then said calmly to Amu, "It seems that we don't have to fight!"

"Huh?" Amu was puzzled, the two of them still want you to live and die, why don't you have to fight now?

The white-clothed monk knew that Amu was puzzled, so he couldn't help but point to the gray river, and said: "This river is called Chaotian, and what you and I see at this time is just a projection of its chaos in the secret realm, and the real Chaotian River is more than 10,000 times better! Legend has it that it is the existence of the immortals and gods who want to stop." ”

"Chaotianhe!" This is the first time Amu has heard of it, but what does it matter? Amu knows that the white-clothed monk must have the following.

Don't underestimate this chaotic river, this seemingly thousands of miles away is just an illusion at this time, in fact, mountains are still mountains, water does not exist at all, but even you and I can't see through all this. Now the illusion is real!" said the white-clothed Xiushi.

"Oh?" Amuyi frowned, because he secretly used the Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra, and he really couldn't see through the illusion here.

"If you want to go up to the Black Illusion Demon Mountain to get the Demon Venerable Bell, you must cross this chaotic river!" said the white-clothed monk.

"Is the bell of the Demon Venerable the bell of the Demon Venerable?"

"Yes, I think most of you are here for this Demon Venerable Bell!" said the white-clothed monk, glancing at Amu Shenyan, Miss Miao Er, and Yun San Gongzi.

Miss Miao Er and Yun San Gongzi did not speak, in fact, according to the deduction of the two ancestors, they did come for the magic clock, but at this time, they knew that they were all disqualified from fighting.

This should be Shijie who belongs to the demon cultivator, not to mention the white-clothed monk and Amu, even Shen Yan is not something that these two people can easily offend.

Amu listened to the white-clothed monk's words, but couldn't help but shake his head: "We are not here for the Demon Venerable Bell!"

"Oh?" Amu's answer was much more than the white-clothed monk expected, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "You didn't come for the Demon Venerable Bell, do you know what a treasure it is?"

Amu smiled faintly and said, "No matter what kind of treasure it is, it's not what I want!"

"Is that true?" said the white-robed friar.

"Why do you need to be fake! We are only here for the Spirit of the Desolate Soul and the Dream Soul Flower of the Third World, and of course, the Dream Bird Heart!" Amu looked at the white-clothed monk with a calm face.

When the white-clothed monk heard this, he nodded slightly, and then turned to look at the chaotic heavenly river, as if he was thinking about something.

When Amu saw this, he didn't say anything. At this time, Amu already understood why the white-clothed monk had not gone up to the Black Illusion Demon Mountain for a long time, and now it seemed that it was not that he didn't want to go up, but that he couldn't go up.

After a while, the white-clothed monk said again: "This chaos and sinking all living beings and all magic weapons are falling! Only the magic treasure does not fall, and the demon cultivation does not fall!"

"Oh?" Amu was taken aback.

"If you don't believe me, you can try!" said the whitefriar.

As soon as his words fell, before Amu could speak, Shen Yan shook his hand, and it was a flying sword. It was a low-level spirit treasure, and to Shen Yan it was dung.

I saw that the flying sword drew a streamer, but as soon as it entered the sea, it fell violently from the void.

"Wow-"

Fall into the water and disappear.

Is all this really an illusion? Amu was shocked in his heart. At the same time, Amu's mind moved, and a demon soul was directly released.

The demon soul is the body of the soul, and it is not subject to the laws of the world. But as soon as he arrived at the Chaotian River, the result was exactly the same as the flying sword, and it also fell in an instant, turning into a cloud of ash.

The demon soul had a wisp of demonic consciousness attached to it, but Amu didn't feel anything. It's just that when I feel black in my mind, I lose contact with the demonic spirit.

"It's really strange!" The two temptations made Amu can't help but let out a trace of amazement.

When- When-

The bell of the Demon Venerable resounded again.