For a long time, whether it was the Northern Cold Rebellion at the beginning, or the slaughter of Liuzhen now, all the actions of the Immortal Ghost Sect. Amu thought it was for the demon coffin in his body, but he didn't expect that what the Immortal Ghost Sect was asking for was a ghost coffin that he had only heard of and had never seen.

Amu will not forget that every time he mentions the ghost coffin, Han Qianli's expression changes, which seems to be a taboo.

Nine coffins have one, but the three realms can be towned! But it seems that the coffin is urging life! But the ghost coffin Amu has never seen it, and the secret of the demon coffin does not seem to be known to the Immortal Ghost Sect.

"The ghost coffin is originally a holy relic of my Immortal Ghost Sect!Let's return it to its original owner!Otherwise, we can only follow in the footsteps of those ants!" Floating Soul's voice grew colder, and his left hand gently stroked the puppet's head, and his movements were extremely gentle.

And the light in the puppet's eyes became more and more fiery and restless, as if Amu was his food.

"The hatred of the slaughter village is not shared!" Amu's cold voice made people feel cold all over the body.

At this point, all conversation is no longer necessary.

The white shadow moved, and Amu's right hand was raised. The black rattan, which had been silent for many years, with a dragon groan, a black light swept directly towards the floating soul, and the endless demonic intent dispersed.

Although the two seem tepid, they are watching each other. Seeing Amu make a move, Floating Soul's face did not change at all, but his eyes narrowed slightly. There was a faint smile, but the scar was even more hideous.

"Little Soul, it's time to eat!" There was a hint of tenderness in the dry voice of the floating soul, and the left hand that was originally pressed on the head of the puppet was slightly raised.

-——The master spoke, and the humanoid puppet, like a wild horse unleashed, and a tiger came out, accompanied by bursts of piercing ghost laughter, rose into the air and pounced on Amu.

"Hmph!" Amu snorted coldly, and with a movement of his heart, the black rattan changed direction slightly, and it was directly drawn towards the puppet.

The black rattan is the treasure of the demon family, and since Amu cultivated immortals, he has been invincible.

And the puppet in front of him laughed strangely, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he actually went straight to the black rattan and grabbed it. This kind of action, during the Battle of the Northern Cold, the Spirit Saint High-level Monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect did it once, but unfortunately it was not successful.

There was a crisp sound of "pop-", and as Amu expected, the black vine directly scattered the puppet's arm.

Amu's face remained unchanged, and a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Floating Soul Child.

Although Fang Cai is just throwing stones to ask for directions, the material of the puppet of the Floating Soul Son is the true body of the thousand-year-old tree demon, supplemented by the secret refining method of the Immortal Ghost Sect, and the high-level immortal treasures are difficult to hurt in the slightest.

Unexpectedly, the black rattan flashed, and it directly broke the puppet's arm, how could the floating soul not be surprised?

However, it was only amazement, the body of the floating soul did not move at all, and it was obvious that the puppet must have a back hand.

Sure enough, seeing that the puppet with the broken arm was laughing constantly, the green glow in his eyes was even better, and the silver glow flashed at the broken arm, like an electric arc, and the sound of "snorting" sounded.

"Click!

Seeing that the severed arm suddenly regenerated like a bamboo knuckle, a new puppet arm was instantly generated, and the arm scattered on the ground directly turned into green smoke.

"Shhh "Boom-" swallowed his own things, but the puppet looked extremely satisfied.

Amu couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw it. The things of the Immortal Ghost Sect are really weird.

"Hurry!" Amu's mind moved again, and the black rattan turned into a thread, heading straight for the puppet's eyebrows. Although he has not practiced the art of puppetry, Amu has a deep understanding of the way of soul dance, and it is expected that the two are similar.

There must be a place on this puppet that communicates with the floating soul, and as long as it is broken here, this puppet will be useless. That's why this time Amu went straight to the doll's eyebrows, because this might be the connection.

The black rattan is far superior to the flying sword, going straight to the center of the eyebrows, and it is unstoppable.

The puppet did not resist hard this time, but its body moved, as fast as lightning, turned into an afterimage, dodged the black rattan, and then turned into a claw with one hand, and went straight to Amu's throat.

The puppet's hands, dry and slender, resembled chicken claws, fingers like bamboo knots, and at this time there was a strange ghostly black glow.

"Soul realm coercion?" Ah Mu frowned, the puppet was still three feet away from him, but there was endless coercion coming.

Now that Amu Nai is a monk of the Great Perfection of the Spirit Saint Medium, the liliang that can make him feel depressed must be pure soul-level coercion.

"I didn't expect this puppet to be equivalent to a real soul-level master!" This was a big surprise to Amu.

Amu's body retreated sharply, and the Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Immortal Recipe unfolded. Today's Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Immortal Recipe is by no means comparable to the past, if the battle at this time is against a monk below the soul level, then Amu can directly use the Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Immortal Recipe and Demon Sense to kill the other party in seconds.

As soon as the Ten Thousand Demons Immortal Recipe came out, the soul pressure was greatly reduced. But after all, it was the coercion of the soul level, and the gap between levels could never be easily filled.

Controlled by soul pressure, Amu's body is still a little slower. The doll's hand had already reached Amu's body.

"Hmph!" Amu raised his eyebrows. In fact, at this time, Amu still has several ways to avoid the puppet, but since he arrived in Liuzhen, Amu has always had a feeling of depression in his heart and needs to vent.

Suddenly raised his left hand and turned it into a fist, and the power of thousands of demon spirits condensed, like a heaven-shaking hammer, directly meeting the puppet's sharp claws.

"Boom-"

Amu's left hand collided with the puppet's claws, stirring up thousands of air currents in the void, sneering and colliding.

"Truly—" The puppet monster laughed and flew straight upside down, Zaijian's hand shattered.

"Hmm!" Amu snorted, and also slipped dozens of feet away, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"What a puppet!" Amu can be said to be a great immortal at this time, with a demon body comparable to King Kong, a dignified spiritual saint. One punch is enough to shatter a mountain.

But I didn't expect to fight with that puppet, it was a tie.

"Demon Cultivation Body, it's unusual!" the voice of the Floating Soul Son was faintly floating. The gray robe and long black and white hair moved slightly in the wind, and he leaned towards an outsider who was watching the excitement.

"Evil beast!" Amu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. At the same time, I saw that the puppet's hand was restored as if it had just been done.

But at the moment when the puppet was restored, Amu raised his one hand into the void.

Fang just missed the blow, and the black rattan floating in the void, like a dragon waiting in the dark, suddenly turned into dozens of zhang, like the pillar of optimus, caught in a cloud of black wind, and swept towards the puppet.

At this time, the green smoke that the puppet had just devoured, when it was half intoxicated, it seemed that none of it had avoided it.

Just listen to the loud "boom-click-" loud sound. Dust and smoke rose everywhere, dozens of feet high.

The black rattan groaned and flew back into Amu's hands. And the puppet parts scattered on the ground were lifeless for a while.

"Oh?" the Floating Soul frowned, "I didn't expect you to see the opportunity?"

It turns out that this puppet can be regarded as immortal and immortal, and any physical attack is an ineffective means for this puppet. Wherever it is broken, it can be reborn. But there is a weakness that he is the slowest to react when he inhales the green smoke that his body has turned into.

Floating Soul Zi didn't expect that before the three rounds arrived, Amu actually saw through this weakness of the puppet at a glance, which could almost be ignored.

"It seems that the old man is really going to use some means today!" Floating Soul looked at the puppets scattered all over the place, only slightly surprised, without the slightest heartache.

"Gather Souls!"

The Floating Soul finally moved, and as soon as his left hand was raised into a claw, a trace of lightning flew out of his fingers, heading straight for the broken arm on the ground.

There was a sneer, and in an instant those electric rays enveloped everything.

"Click-click-"

Those parts, instantly resonated, constantly jumping on the ground, like wooden elves. The limb is reborn, and the broken arm is renewed. The puppet reassembled in the blink of an eye, leaping to its feet and dancing.

The strange laughter of "Jiji" resounded in the void again, as if mocking Amu.

"Soul Split!" Floating Soul Zi stamped his hands on his chest, and Zaijian's puppet danced in the void with strange steps.

One to two, two to three, three to four......

Every time the puppet danced, there would be an identical puppet. There are ten dolls, like twin brothers. Except for the different postures, the expressions are like replications.

They stood in a circle, the same evil expression, the same green eyes.

The ghost laughter of "Ji Ji" pierced people's ears and confused people's minds. The gray fog in Liuzhen is thicker, and thousands of unjust souls seem to resonate.

"Old man, this puppet, one into three, three into ten thousand, immortal and indestructible! You still have to tie your hands and make less effort!" Floating Soul Zi said coldly, as if this was an ultimatum to Amu.

"It's a bit of trouble!" Amu said in a calm, even sarcastic tone.

Just now, he had been quietly watching the Floating Soul Son cast the spell, and there was no movement. At this time, he suddenly missed the remnants of the coffin. If the remnants of the coffin are in your hand and you have exhausted all kinds of magic weapons, the puppet may be directly turned into black smoke.

It's a pity that the remnants of the coffin automatically repaired the magic coffin, and the magic coffin is a killing weapon that cannot be mobilized at will.

The black mangs disappeared, and Amu put away the black rattan. Since the physical attack is ineffective, Amu naturally has to change his means.

Looking at the ten rampant dolls like the kid's ambition, Amu sneered in his heart. Originally, the means that I didn't want to use right away seemed to have to be used in advance.

Zaijian Amu gently stroked his right hand at the center of his eyebrows, and the red light flashed suddenly, and an extremely powerful inexplicable aura dispersed.

The floating soul, who had been calm just now, changed his face slightly for the first time.

"Ancient breath?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air around Amu fluctuated slightly.

The aura of the desolate ancients condensed, and the ten black shadows came out one by one, and the endless aura of the desolate ancients instantly suppressed the ghostly laughter and the screams of the unjust souls in the gray mist of Liu Town.

At this time, the Floating Soul Zi's expression was solemn, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The burly figure turned into ten black gases, the nose and eyes were a little blurry, not very real. Dressed in heavy armor, holding Changge in one hand and a shield in the other, and the armor, Changge, and shield are all physical objects, not soul objects.

The pitch-black armor, colorful in ancient meaning, exudes endless antiquity and vicissitudes, and the faint black bloom flows out a thick aura of death. At the same time, the dark Changge style is simple, although I don't know what level of treasure it is, but that high-spirited battle spirit is enough to kill everything.

The black shield is incomparably heavy, with the head of an unknown monster floating on it, like a dragon but not a dragon, like a tiger but not a tiger, with bloody eyes, a huge mouth, and exposed fangs, at first glance, it is a kind of fierce beast.

"Ancient War Spirit?" The scar on the Floating Soul's face twitched slightly, and he gasped.