At the beginning, when Amu first entered the Tianzang Cave, he sensed that the black gas was a little demonic, and Lishui also said that it was a piece of black wood. But I didn't expect it to be a piece of coffin remnants. As soon as he thought of the benefits of the coffin's remnants, Amu really wanted to go to Tianzang Peak immediately.

"Don't worry! Even if you get that piece of wood, you can't repair the magic coffin!" said the black cloth helplessly, his thoughts were slightly different from Amu's.

At the same time, neither he nor Amu could explain that Weishenme was in the Demon Coffin Enchantment, and the original piece of coffin remnants could automatically repair the Demon Coffin.

There are still too many unknowns about the magic coffin.

"My old man is leaving!" After saying this, the black cloth sighed bitterly, and then suddenly stretched out his hand to Amuyi, which made Amu stunned.

"Give me a few more pots!" said the black cloth bitterly.

Just now, when he heard that the demonic mad monk of the Sea Desolation drank the Seven Star Bitter Dew in the small shop in Baicheng every day, he had an urge to go directly to Baicheng.

This shijie is so unfair, he guards the ancient demon soul day and night. That crazy guy is drinking every day to get over the wrongs.

Although he understood that the mad monk would never do meaningless things, most likely for the sake of the old immortal who was too wild. But it's better than sitting on your own. are also demon servants, how can such a comparison of workloads make the black clothes work hard to balance?

Although Amu didn't know that Ku Xinzi was also a so-called demon servant at this time, he also guessed a little bit of his thoughts, and he was amused in his heart. At the same time, he can also experience a trace of painstaking real loneliness.

Sitting on the north peak for 7,000 years, those who are not with great perseverance must not do it, so far, Amu absolutely admired the hard work at the beginning. That's a kind of life.

So, Amu directly took out his pot of pure seven-star bitter dew, and without hesitation, he directly poured half a pot of gourd over painstaking heart.

"You can drink it yourself!" Amu laughed.

"Hmm!" the black-clothed painstaking face's originally mournful face smiled a little this time, "It's still your kid who has affection." It's a pity that it's cheaper than that crazy monk!"

"Ahem!" Amu coughed lightly twice and comforted, "The revolutionary division of labor is different, but they all contribute to the Northern Wilderness!"

The black-clothed painstaking man didn't understand any revolutionary division of labor or anything like that, but he didn't seek much understanding. With a wave of his hand, he sighed and floated away.

"It's a ridiculous upside-down dream, a thousand years long like floating clouds! Dusty labor, why ask? Look at the sun and the moon, things are sinking! Visit all over the flickering places, I am the only one among the immortals!"

Humming the tune that has not changed for almost 10,000 years, but unfortunately only Amu can hear it at this time, and the black-clothed painstaking son disappeared into the night.

Looking at the direction in which the black-clothed painstaking son disappeared, Amu was slightly dazed.

In this meeting, the painstaking son did not say too much, but asked Amu to go to the north peak of the town, which means that the things to be said are extremely important.

Amu had an intuition that the matter of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm must have touched the painstaking heart, so he decided to tell himself some secret things.

At the same time, what kind of monk will the Tianhuang Sect send to appear tomorrow, and the black-robed Murong Huang and the demon cultivator Xiao Luo are exactly the same, this matter has always become a doubt in Amu's heart.

Even twin brothers, there is no such thing. Those two people were a pure mirror image, and Amu couldn't figure it out.

Be careful of Murong Huang! Maybe the painstaking son knew the origin of that Murong Huang, but he didn't say it thoroughly, or maybe the painstaking son didn't know what the real origin of that Murong Huang was.

Amu looked at Han Bingyi, who was meditating and practicing hard in the small courtyard again, and didn't linger any longer, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Everything is waiting for tomorrow's war, and the clues may be visible.

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At the same time, in the room of Murong Huang, the black-robed man in the Tianhuang Gate, it was a different scene.

Murong Huang sat in the middle, and four black-clothed monks stood respectfully on either side. These four black-clothed monks are all supreme spirit high ranks, and they are also absolute masters when looking at the entire Northern Wilderness.

You must know that the current Sect Master of the Northern Han Sect, Bai Yifeng, is just a Supreme Spirit High-level Great Perfection.

But such a big monk was so respectful in front of the black-robed Murong Huang, and they all stood with their hands down. Murong Huang, who was wearing a black robe with gold trim, had absolute majesty.

At this time, Murong Huang's face was calm, and his eyes were slightly closed. The slender and white index and middle fingers of his left hand kept tapping on the armrest of the big sandalwood chair, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

His face grew paler, without a trace of blood.

The four monks stood quietly with their hands down, and no one dared to make a sound.

There was silence for a long time, and the whole room was a little depressing.

Finally, Murong Huang opened his eyes, broke the silence, and said slowly: "Summoning Tiancheng, Jihua has changed, and all actions are postponed!"

"Huh?" As soon as these words came out, the four Supreme Spirit High Rank Cultivators who had been standing with their heads bowed couldn't help but raise their heads with a look of surprise.

The monk on the left seemed to have the courage to whisper, "Young Master!"

Just saying these two words, the monk seemed to hesitate a little and did not dare to say more.

"But it's okay to talk about it!" Murong said indifferently.

"Yes!" the monk got permission before bowing and saluting, "Young master, my subordinates think that although that demon cultivator Amu has some means, his cultivation is only between the high and high levels of the Spirit Saint. He alone, how can he support the entire Northern Han Sect, our Heavenly Desolate Sect and Jiangxue Pavilion join forces, and there is absolutely no problem in bloodbathing the Northern Han Sect!"

The first monk on the right side was the black-clothed monk who was sitting under Murong Huang during the day, and at this time he also saluted: "Your Highness! Now the strength of the Northern Han Sect has been greatly damaged, if it weren't for the Demon Cultivator Amu to fight today, the Northern Han Sect would not even be able to send five Spirit Realm cultivators, and the Northern Han Sect at this time can be described as extremely weak. If you really wait for the Eternal Saint Lotus and those two Eight-Rank Immortal Roots to become complete, I'm afraid it'll be too late!"

The other two monks, though not speaking, did not stop nodding. It seems that the views of these four people are relatively consistent.

But after hearing what the two of them said, Murong Huang shook his head and said, "How easy is it to kill that demon cultivator? You must know that even the seventh lady of the Eastern Family has returned with a feather, and the cultivation of the middle level of the Spirit Saint of Li Xue of the Jiangxue Pavilion does not dare to end. In my opinion, that Amu's combat power is comparable to the soul level!"

At this time, there was no one else in the house, and if Amu was present, he would definitely be amazed at Murong Huang's judgment.

Previously, Amu's judgment was good, this Murong Huang was indeed a mortal. And if a mortal can have such vision and judgment, he should also be a first-class demon.

"Oh?" The three monks didn't expect Murong Huang's evaluation of Amu to be so high. Although Murong Huang was not a monk, they were absolutely convinced of Murong Huang's vision and judgment.

"But it's not that Amu can't be killed, and it's not really that he can't be killed. It's just that if you want to kill him, I'm afraid it will lead to big trouble!" Murong Huang said with a slight frown.

"Arctic Immortal Sea?" said the monk known as Elder Sun.

"That's good!" Murong Huang nodded, "Above the Northern Wilderness, how the three factions of Heavenly Desolation, Jiangxue, and Northern Han fight, whoever wins and who loses, the Arctic Immortal Sea will remain silent." But tomorrow's battle may alarm the Arctic Immortal Sea!"

At the mention of the Arctic Immortal Sea, the four monks all chose to remain silent.

Although they were extremely in awe and convinced of the mysterious Highness in front of them, the deterrent power of the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Desolation was enough for them not to dare to say anything more.

"I have my own arrangements!" Murong Huang sighed slightly, "Originally, there were only three Spirit Saint masters in the Northern Han Sect, and even if we added the Han Qianli who hadn't shown up for a long time, there were only four, so the people we secretly brought were enough." The secret in the fog north of the Northern Han Sect can be obtained, but if you kill such an Amu, everything will be variable. Now we must test the attitude of the Arctic Immortal Sea!"

As he spoke, Murong Huang naturally touched a ring with a simple style and a faint gray light on the middle finger of his right hand, and then there was a murderous look in his eyes.

"The Heavenly Desolate Sect has endured for nearly 10,000 years, and the Great Murong Dynasty has also been created for 4,000 years, but everything should always have a beginning!" Zuihou, Murong Huang's voice trembled slightly, obviously a little excited.

As soon as he said this, the faces of the four monks all showed solemnity.

"Honorable Young Lord's Will!" the four monks bowed and saluted, and Murong Huang asked them to summon all orders to postpone.

Murong Huang nodded slightly, then waved his hand and motioned for the three of them to retreat.

The three of them bowed and retreated, and Murong Huang leaned back on the sandalwood chair quite tiredly.

Strategize and win a thousand miles. The chess game in Murong Huang's mind is definitely beyond everyone's imagination, and everyone will become his pawns.

"It's too wild...... Magic ...... Magic Coffin ...... Celestial Maiden ......"

Although Murong Huang closed his eyes and recuperated, he whispered in his mouth. This calculating, god-like man seemed to be calculating something.

The few words he whispered to himself, each of which was enough to make the entire sea wilderness bloody and bloody. But all this was in Murong Huang's calculations.

At this time, what he wanted to know most was what kind of secret was hidden in the fog in the direction of the north peak of the North Sect Town.

"Ahem, ahem—" Murong Huang suddenly coughed violently.

This time, Murong Huang coughed very hard, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, and his pale face instantly turned blood-red.

A violent cough was heard in the room, and a waiter knocked softly outside the door. But Murong Huang did not answer, and the waiter outside the door did not dare to come in. After a while, the cough stopped, and the door was quiet.

And the Jinpa in Murong Huang's hand already had a little black blood stains on it, and there was actually a trace of cold air in the bloodstains. Murong Huang took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a dark purple pill and swallowed it, and his breath gradually stabilized.

Although he has been maintained with the elixir, his body is still deteriorating. This kind of pain can only be understood by Murong Huang alone.

"Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower!" Murong Huang clutched his handkerchief fiercely, his knuckles were white, "This revenge will not be avenged! I will no longer be a human in the next life!"

The hatred in Murong Huang's eyes was enough to destroy everything.