The white mangs dispersed, and the formation disappeared. When Amu saw it, he was actually teleported out of the Netherworld Mountain.

The night was dark and the stars were dim. Not far away, there are continuous pavilions.

"Ghost City Halloween Palace!" Amu couldn't help but let out a sigh. Unexpectedly, with a formation, Amu was actually teleported out of the hell cave.

In the ghost town, there is still a dead silence. However, for Amu, this dead silence is so peaceful at this time.

In the ghost city, although there is some yin qi, there is no such oppression and powerful prohibition as in hell.

At this time, in retrospect, the so-called hell is actually just a passage to another shijie. Although Amu saw all kinds of strangeness, he couldn't get started, so he was teleported back.

Looking at the dark and gloomy Netherworld, Amu had a sense of being a human being in two lives. He understands that he is not qualified to make it through hell right now.

At this time, Amu didn't know how much time had passed, because under the Netherworld, there was a completely different time and space, let alone in hell.

Perhaps, this is still the night when Amu visited the Palace of All Saints, and it may be that an unknown amount of time has passed.

During the trip to hell, Amu's harvest was not small, and a magic order alone was enough. And the most important thing is that Amu is in hell, and he touches something that does not belong to the boundary of the Sea Desolate Divine State.

Within the Three Realms, there must be a thousand stories and legends.

The black-clothed woman in the ice crystal coffin, the red-clothed monk in the wall divine thoughts, the six reincarnations, the eight hundred comrades, and the white bones that have accumulated into ashes in the entire tunnel, all of these are far beyond Amu's original understanding of this shijie.

How vast are the Three Realms, and the cultivation is endless!

In fact, there is no need to say what he saw in hell, but Meng Soul at the gate of hell, if he hadn't let him go, Amu wouldn't even have a chance to set foot on the path of fire, let alone see all kinds of wonders and visions in hell.

Now, Amu no longer thinks about the master Wang Jue who seems to be declining in his divine thoughts. Because, Amu understands that even if the master is in great trouble, he will not be able to help.

"Hmph!" Amu smiled bitterly.

After more than forty years of practice, Amu was really proud of himself, because he was a demon cultivator, because he was a Spirit Saint High Perfection, and because his cultivation speed was unmatched.

However, at this time, Amu knew that he was actually a frog at the bottom of the well.

In the Xuanbing Cave, those great powers that were sealed together with Han Qianli, Yi Mu thought that they should at least be powerhouses above the Soul Scattering level, but they still couldn't enter the Ice Crystal Coffin Cave Mansion. He himself was nothing more than relying on many anti-heaven treasures such as the Battle Spirit Ancient Lamp and the Demon Coffin to be spared.

All treasures are external forces, and only the improvement of the realm is the way of the king. You must know that in the face of Meng Soul, Amu forcibly promoted his cultivation to the high-level Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation, but he didn't even have the opportunity to sacrifice the Battle Soul Ancient Lamp.

The Soul Realm, the Tribulation Realm, Amu must reach, and even go further.

Amu gritted his teeth, this is a problem he must face now, otherwise I'm afraid everything is meaningless, just like what can he do if he finds Han Qianli, stunned and helpless.

Only the strong can solve more problems, and Amu has never forgotten this truth. However, for a long time, Amu already thought that he was strong enough, and he urgently wanted to do something that he couldn't do at all.

Looking at the Netherworld Mountain again, Amu sighed, he knew that he was still too weak.

I don't know if I missed the Holy Maiden Ceremony of the Immortal Ghost Sect, but Yu'er still didn't have any news. If you didn't miss the Saintess Ceremony, let's wait until it's over!

With a sigh, Amu's body moved, and he disappeared directly into the void.

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The night in the ghost town is still dark, and the smoke outside the Halloween Palace is even deeper.

But just as Amu had just left for a moment, there was a fluctuation in the void.

The two figures almost fell on the position where Amu appeared just now.

The two of them showed their faces, and if Amu was still there at this time, they would be shocked to see each other.

One of them was a middle-aged scribe dressed in green clothes, but he was a one-armed scribe. The other was a white-clothed monk who looked like he was twenty-six or seventeen years old.

The white-clothed monk was unusually handsome, and between his eyebrows, he was even a little bewitching, even ordinary women did not have that kind of face.

It's just that the whitefriar's face was too pale, so it could be said that there was no blood, and his face was cold, which made it difficult for people to get close.

These two people are none other than Xiao Luo and Wen Muran, who had a life-and-death battle with Amu and Shen Yan in the secret of the desolate soul.

For some reason, these two people also arrived at the Black Narcissus Ghost Sect, and they happened to miss it with Amu. Otherwise, Amu may be in great trouble. You must know that this demon cultivator is Amu's absolute nemesis.

The two stood still, but the white-clothed Xiao Luo suddenly frowned.

"What?" Wen Muran looked at Xiao Luo and said.

"Demon Qi! Demon Cultivator?" Xiao Luo's eyebrows raised, and two faint white brilliances suddenly appeared in his eyes, looking around.

Those two faint white lights are extremely special, and at this time, Xiao Luo's beautiful face is matched with the black and white ghostly light, which adds a little more demonic.

More than forty years ago, Xiao Luo was already in the realm of spiritual saints, and his cultivation today is even more than what it used to be. If his magic sense is fully deployed, it can completely spread throughout the ghost town.

Demonic resonance, Amu is afraid that it will be difficult to escape Xiao Luo's detection. But it is obvious that in this ghost city, in front of the Halloween Palace, Xiao Luo has deep scruples.

Those two rays of white light were just a flash, and then they dissipated in an instant.

"One step too late!" Xiao Luo retracted the glint in his eyes.

"Oh?" When Wen Muran heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then looked around with a faint look, and then smiled slightly.

"Demon Cultivator, things are getting more and more interesting! It seems that this Immortal Ghost Sect's Holy Maiden Ceremony is destined to be a meeting of the wind and clouds!" Wen Muran looked at the continuous palace of the Ten Thousand Saints Palace not far away, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Luo listened to Wen Muran's words and didn't say anything, just a wave of anger flashed from his eyes. It was an aura that was extremely inconsistent with his beautiful face.

"Within the boundaries of the Sea Desolate Divine State, there shouldn't be a demon cultivator in ten thousand years. You are a true demon body born in response to the catastrophe, if there is still a demon cultivator in the party, then things will be really interesting!" Wen Muran said lightly.

"Someone has disturbed the luck of the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture?" Xiao Luo said.

"That's right!" Wen Muran nodded, "Wang Han in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm is an example!"

"He's not a demon cultivator!" Xiao Luo said with great certainty.

"I trust your judgment. But he had supreme treasures! especially a piece of coffin wood. Behind him, there must be an extremely powerful monk. A hint of coldness flashed in Wen Muran's eyes.

"Wang Han must not be dead!" Xiao Luo said again.

"How could such an alien die?" Wen Muran sneered, "Fang Cai may be him!"

Xiao Luo was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Wen Muran. Regarding Wen Muran's judgment, Xiao Luo believes more than he believes in himself. Because, he knew that the most powerful thing in the Scattered Soul Intermediate Great Perfection in front of him was not cultivation, but wisdom.

has been strategizing for nearly 10,000 years, and everything is still under the control of Mr.

"Don't think too much!" Wen Muran looked at Xiao Luo and said with a smile, "You have the magic clock in your hand, so Wang Han doesn't have to worry about it at all." ”

"No one can stop us from resurrecting too wildly!" Wen Muran's eyes flashed with determination.

"Xiao Luo understands!" Xiao Luo nodded.

Wen Muran didn't continue the topic of Fang Cai, but looked at the Cangwu Building in the Ten Thousand Saints Palace, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"There is a sky outside the sky, and there is a demon on the devil!" Wen Muran sneered, "What about the Heavenly Maiden? What about the Demon Lang? The Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Desolation, except for the Arctic Immortal Sea and the Oriental Brahma Temple, the rest are all in my pocket. ”

If anyone in the sea wilderness heard such words at this time, they would think that this one-armed monk dressed as a scribe must be crazy. Of the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Sea Desolation, five of which were in his pocket, didn't he regard himself as the Lord of Purple Shadow City?

However, when Xiao Luo heard these words, his face was unusually calm. Because, he knew that what Wen Muran said was the truth, and it was the most simple and ordinary fact.

"The Arctic Immortal Sea deserves to be killed the most!" Xiao Luo's tone was calm, but that killing intent came from the soul.

"That's right, the Arctic Immortal Sea is the most loyal dog in Purple Ghost City!" Wen Muran showed a faint smile on his face, "One day, the Arctic Immortal Sea will definitely be removed from the Sea Wilderness." I will bear it ten times as much as I have inherited. ”

When he said these words, Wen Muran kept laughing, but only he and Xiao Luo understood what kind of hatred they had in their hearts. That kind of hatred, after nearly 10,000 years, does not seem to have decreased, but has grown wildly with the years.

"Ahem, cough, cough, cough—"

Xiao Luo suddenly coughed violently, and his face turned red.

"Alas!" Wen Muran sighed softly, his face softened, and at the same time, he raised his hand slightly, propping up a small barrier, eliminating the sound of coughing, and did not break the dead silence of this ghost town.

Xiao Luo coughed for a full half an hour before he stopped for a moment, and his face was completely purple. It's hard to imagine what kind of pain it is for such a great monk to resist coughing?

"Your cough seems to be getting worse again!" Wen Muran frowned slightly.

Xiao Luo exhaled a breath of turbid air and shook his head.

"The magic of the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower is extremely domineering. Now that you have entered the soul realm, as your cultivation improves, I am afraid that this cough will become more and more serious, making you more and more painful!" Wen Muran said worriedly.

Xiao Luo smiled bitterly, and then said slowly: "Sir, it's also a cough, after all, I'm a soul realm cultivator, and ...... I'm less than a ten-thousandth of my pain compared to him, am I?"

Xiao Luo's beautiful face showed a trace of pain that was not caused by coughing.

Listening to Xiao Luo's words, Wen Muran was slightly stunned, and then he was speechless for a long time.

He knew who Xiao Luo was referring to!

Such a person is the conceited Wen Muran, and he must also have reverence.

"Hmm!" After a while, Wen Muran smiled, then nodded solemnly and said, "You and I are not as good as him!"

Listening to Wen Muran's words, Xiao Luo nodded, and then looked in the direction of the Northern Wilderness, with a complicated look in his eyes.