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Boom -

The red flame completely hit the fairy mirror, making a deafening sound. But the immortal mirror only supported it for a moment, and then it directly dissipated.

The flame of the war spirit, what is not burned? That fairy mirror is completely irresistible!

"Huh?" The soul cultivator was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the red glow in Amu's eyebrows to be so powerful. What kind of spell is that, it can actually make the immortal treasure turn into qi.

But he didn't have much chance to think about it, because the black mangs were roaring, and Amu's black rattan had already attacked.

Amu's magic weapon is too powerful, and now he who cultivates his soul is only a thin line away from his soul cultivation. Therefore, this mid-level soul cultivator could not be their opponent at all.

The dragon roared on the black rattan, but the soul cultivator had no magic weapon to resist, so he had to retreat sharply. At the same time, the seal in his hand was sealed, and a cloud of black light rose away.

A black curtain rises up!

Ghost escape!

However, although he shifted his form and changed his position, he wanted to escape by ghost, but the black rattan was a maggot on the tarsal bone.

It was a streamer, and it had already arrived before the soul cultivation mid-level seal method was completed.

Ahh

The black rattan thrust into his brow.

"Bang-" The black mangs rose up.

The head of the middle level of soul cultivation exploded, and the spiritual heart was directly exploded.

Immortal Ghost Sect, Soul Cultivation Intermediate Level, Dao Soul Destroying!

"Wow-"

This time, the audience was boiling. In fact, everything just now is just between lightning and flint. Those mortals on the field didn't react at all, and they couldn't see the movements on the stage clearly.

Even when the monks on and off the stage were only stunned, the Immortal Ghost Sect had already lost two people in a row.

The mortals in the audience were just amazed, what was the matter? For the monks' fight, they had just seen the performance.

And those real monks gasped.

Who is this? Who dares to kill two Immortal Ghost Sect monks in a row at the Holy Maiden Ceremony of the Ten Thousand Saints Palace, and one of them is a mid-level soul cultivator.

This is the scourge of destruction. This is the end of the three lives that cannot be reincarnated.

Above the sea wilderness, even the other six immortal sects would never use such violence and direct means. Unless the two factions fight, there is a time when life and death are one.

This is a naked challenge to the Immortal Ghost Sect!

The void didn't know how many monks of the Immortal Ghost Sect exuded murderous aura. Faintly, the void had formed a black circle of light, enclosing the high platform layer by layer.

At this time, as long as the Immortal Ghost Sect elder or sect master gives an order, then Amu will become the target of everyone.

But Amu was not afraid, and on the floating chair, there were two high-level Great Perfections of soul cultivation, and they wanted to do it.

"Slow!" At this moment, the second elder skeleton of the Immortal Ghost Sect, who was sitting beside the Ghost King, suddenly shouted.

This monk in Tsing Yi is extremely strange, and he wants everyone to calm down, lest any more people rush over to die.

With the second elder's slow voice, the entire Halloween Palace was quiet from the surface. It's just that this quiet is extremely depressing, and many people from the Immortal Ghost Sect are gathering in Liliang.

In the void, the endless power of faith also seemed to be still.

The second elder is a strong man who has stepped into the soul scattering in half a step, and his heart is shaking at this time, but on the surface, he is still calm and extremely calm, and the death of a spirit saint and soul cultivation is nothing to the Immortal Ghost Sect.

The second elder slowly took two steps forward at this time and looked at Amu coldly.

At this time, the eyes of everyone in the entire Halloween Palace were basically focused on Amu. Just like paying attention to the Holy Maiden, he paid attention to Amu, but his eyes were completely different.

Dressed in green clothes and with an ordinary face, no one knew that this cultivator seemed to be just an ordinary monk of the Supreme Spiritual Intermediate Great Perfection.

However, it was this monk who killed two people in a row, cleanly.

It's just that Yun San Gongzi and Miss Miao Er couldn't help but glance at each other, they only saw the black rattan in Amu's hand at this time, and they felt unusually familiar, but they weren't sure if the person in front of them knew each other.

At this time, Xiao Luo, who was in the corner, saw through Amu's disguise at a glance.

"Wang Han!" Xiao Luo frowned.

"Oh, hehe!" Wen Muran couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "Things are getting more and more interesting." He actually came, and suddenly appeared on stage at this time, is he smashing the field, do you want to pick the Immortal Ghost Sect alone?"

Although Wen Muran said this, he had already noticed it in his heart.

He looked at the place where Amu had just flown out, and at the same time, the Soul Scattering Intermediate Great Perfection level divine consciousness swept over, but he didn't find anything unusual.

Except for mortals, there are a few monks who have not cultivated into the stream, and there is no one in the special place.

"Oh?" Wen Muran frowned, he didn't believe that Amu would be so reckless. A person came to the Immortal Ghost Sect to make trouble and killed two people from the Immortal Ghost Sect in a row, is this a death?

"Void Soul Realm!" Xiao Luo frowned slightly, "His realm promotion is not slow! His combat power is even more terrifying! And that demonic cultivation aura is actually even purer." ”

When he and Amu were in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, Amu was only a high-level Great Perfection cultivator. In forty years, he has almost promoted to two major realms, which is also an incredible speed.

However, Xiao Luo and Wen Muran are not ordinary people. They understand that there are many people in this shijie who cannot be treated with common sense.

"Wang Han, it's not easy! If it's possible, kill him in a while. He's too dangerous! If he is changed to a demon cultivator, it will have a great impact on you. Wen Muran's eyes narrowed slightly, and he kept calculating in his heart.

In fact, in the secret realm of the desolate soul, he didn't see Amu as a powerful opponent, even if Amu exploded ruthlessly. However, today, Wen Muran realized Amu's threat.

"Awakened?" Wen Muran said secretly in his heart, he recalled the bits and pieces of information on the Broken Heaven Ancient Scroll he had read, but he didn't find the corresponding answer.

"Isn't he friends with that ghost-faced girl, how did he fight with the Immortal Ghost Sect?" Xiao Luo sneered.

"Maybe this time, that time! In the secret realm of the desolate soul, it's all cooperation, how can there be friends?" Wen Muran said. But he felt in his heart that the matter here must be extremely complicated.

Ghost Face Girl! Ghost Venerable Descendant? Wen Muran will not forget the woman who wears the face of the Supreme Ghost God and dares to forcibly fight with her own middle-level soul cultivation clone.

That's also a terrible character. That day, when he saw the black and white wolf, he didn't ask about Shen Yan because there were many things.

At this time, Xiao Luo mentioned Shen Yan, Wen Muran suddenly felt that he seemed to have ignored something, and the Black Narcissus Ghost Sect seemed to have an undercurrent that he couldn't see. But for a while, he couldn't sort it out.

The second elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect on the zaijian field looked at Amu coldly, "Who are you?"

Amu glanced at the skeleton of the second elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect, although it was a half-step scattered soul, Amu was not afraid at all. is still the same sentence, once in the sea, who cares about the wind and waves of the river, Amu has even made a move to rob the monks of the realm, how can he still lose to a half-step scattered soul in momentum?

Amu didn't even look at the skeleton, but kept staring at Yu'er.

Although there is a little majesty, Amu still remembers Yu'er's youthful appearance.

That's Yu'er, but it's a little more mature than it was at the beginning, and it's a little less green. Only the red marks between the eyebrows are a little bewitching and dazzling.

It's just that Yu'er's eyes have not changed, the autumn water is clear, clear and bright, deep and bottomless, and intoxicating.

This time it's definitely not a fantasy!Yu'er just sat there. Dressed in red, holding a scepter, reserved and coercive!

"Yu'er!" Amu whispered.

However, Zaijian Yu'er, dressed in red, holding a scepter, sat on the floating chair and did not respond.

At this time, she was also looking at Amu, but there was no friendliness in that look, not even as good as Yu'er's eyes looking at the mortals of the black water.

It was a hostility, a wariness!

"Huh?" Amu frowned, but he stretched out in an instant. Because he remembered that he used magic to cover his original appearance and cultivation.

With a faint smile, Amu waved his hand, and his appearance and realm had already returned to his true nature.

With a handsome face, the cultivation of the Void Soul Realm, Amu looked at Yu'er with a gentle face.

"Wang Han—"

As soon as Amu revealed his true face, Yun San Gongzi was the first to exclaim.

Miss Myoji is also discolored.

It's just that they have completely different thoughts in their hearts. Yun San Gongzi was shocked, and then he was cold and happy, the end of the dark Dao Wang Han has arrived, and today he will avenge the revenge of the Desolate Soul Secret Realm.

Miss Miaoji, on the other hand, was pleasantly surprised, but she was deeply worried. I didn't expect to see Wang Han here, Miss Miaoer had a secret affection for Amu at that time, and she was naturally happy to see Amu at first glance, but when she thought of the current situation, why wasn't she worried?

At this time, Amu stood on the stage, almost equal to a dead man. It was impossible for him to fly out of the Immortal Ghost Sect's soul-scattering palm, nor could he break through the heavy encirclement of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

"Wang Han?Demon Cultivator?" At this time, Dongfang Hongtian of the Oriental Family also looked at Amu with complicated eyes. He had naturally heard of this name, and he was extremely impressed, because Dongfang Huan was his youngest daughter.

Because of love, after Dongfang Huan returned to the Dongfang family, he actually practiced hard and kept his door closed. The reason for this is only the word "Wang Han".

"Wang Han!" Almost no one noticed that when Amu revealed his true face, the Immortal Ghost Sect Master, who had been sitting like a ghost, seemed to shake his body.

As for the other monks, they were also extremely shocked, this monk actually covered up his cultivation and appearance, so it seemed that there must be some conspiracy. However, this void soul realm seems to be a little lower, not to mention a void soul, it is a scattered soul, and what to do in the headquarters of the Black Narcissus Ghost Sect in the West is also a fool's dream.

"Demon Cultivator Amu?" Just when everyone was thinking about it, the second elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect said Amu's real name in his heart, and his eyes instantly exuded a strange brilliance.

Not only him, but the sick elder and sick master who was standing behind him was also in good spirits, and at the same time, he couldn't help but bow in the direction of Cangwu Tower.

At the same time, the black and white priest upstairs also opened his eyes again at this time.

"Demon Xiu Amu!"