The Nine Elder Hong Pao is a cultivator who is a first-level soul-cultivating cultivator and one of the nine elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect. He can be said to be a first-class master in the entire sea desolate world and has a wide range of knowledge. Not to mention soul-level magic weapons, even fairy treasures have seen many, but at this time, he could not see the grade and origin of these two magic weapons of Amu.

"You are Amu? Come with me! I will protect you from death!" The Ninth Elder of the Red Robe said in a cold tone, and he looked unquestionable.

"Follow you? Hehe! Who are you? Why?" Although the old man in red robe was extremely dangerous, Amu was still extremely calm.

"I am the ninth elder of the Black Narcissus Ghost Sect! Why? Isn't it enough to rely on my initial level of soul cultivation?" A trace of soul power of the old man in the red robe dispersed.

This soul power is definitely not comparable to ordinary pressure. Even the Beihan Formation in the void shook slightly, and a seven-colored glow suddenly blew. The Beihan Formation was created by the ancestor of Beihan and has been perfected in all generations. The strongest one level can be used to defend, but it only opens one level on weekdays, and it is difficult to enter the soul level.

But Mei Wangnan released the foreign enemy privately and led the fog ghost into the mountain, and then used the summoning talisman to attract the soul-cultivating man. Now, the power of the soul disperses, and the Beihan Formation automatically opens the seventh level of defense. For a moment, the colorful rays of light shine on the heaven and earth. Unfortunately, this soul-cultivating man is already in the formation.

The power of soul cultivation is unparalleled.

At this time, the three ancestors of Beihan, Wugui and Shizang, arrived, but none of the five people did not take action for the time being, but confronted each other in a row.

Although a soul-level cultivator is only at the beginning of soul cultivation, it is enough to suppress everything.

The two ancestors Zhang and Zhou couldn't help but say inwardly: "It seems that today is the destruction of heaven and I am Beihan, and Amu is also doomed!" The two of them knew that even if they and Shinzang added together, they would definitely not be the match for the soul cultivator.

Soul cultivators are hard to come by. All the masters who can enter the soul realm are talented and talented. With the power of souls, they live for three thousand years, so how can they be easy to cultivate? With Master Yang of Beihan, they have been in the advanced level of Spirit Saint for three hundred years, but now the life span of a thousand years is approaching.

"Greetings to Senior!" Master Yang bowed and bowed to the nine elders.

"Yeah!" The Ninth Elder glanced at Master Yang and nodded slightly, and was extremely polite. "The spiritual saint's high-level great perfection has also achieved some success. This is the case. If you are interested, I can give you some advice."

"Thank you, senior!" Master Yang was so excited that he could not help but know that if he could get the guidance of a soul-level cultivator, he might be able to enter the soul, and his life span could reach three thousand years. This time he supported Mei Wangnan. One of the reasons was that he heard that the Immortal Ghost Sect had intervened in this matter, and thought of it as an opportunity to meet a soul-level master. Unexpectedly, he was so happy that he was naturally full of joy.

"Can a soul-cultivating man be invincible in the world?" At this time, Amu understood the situation in front of him very well, but became more calm.

"Arrogant boy, I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is strong, so I can see the power of the soul cultivator!" The Nine Elders of the Red Robe made a seal, but just a big sleeve was whispered, and a vast soul power, like a wave, approaching that Zhang, Master Zhou.

The soul power can be used to take advantage of the great power of heaven and earth. The old man in the red robe seems to be scattered casually, but it has attracted the power of heaven and earth. This is a means that only soul-level monks can use it.

"Uncle Master, be careful!" Qianzang took a bow and shot straight to the Nine Elders of Red Robe, wanting to surround Wei and save Zhao.

This Tianzang Luo Divine Bow has dyed the blood of a soul-level cultivator, and it can indeed shoot down a soul-level cultivator. Unfortunately, compared with the soul-level cultivator, the mid-level cultivation of the Qianzang Zhenren Spirit Saint is also too weak.

"The mantis arm is a chariot!" Seeing that the divine arrow shot from the hidden day, the Ninth Elder of the Red Robe did not hide or avoid it. He poked out a big hand and grabbed the magic arrow in his hand with a "puff" sound.

"Go!" With a turn of his hand, the Ninth Elder of the Red Robe fought back with his soul power. That day, the Zangluo magic arrow turned around and headed straight for the Qianzang Zhenren.

"Yes!" Qianzang's face suddenly changed. He didn't expect that the Soul Realm was so terrible. He caught his magic arrow with his bare hands and reflected it back.

Where is there any need for such a gap? Fighting with the soul realm is like a moth rushing to the red and causing self-destruction.

However, if Tianzang Luo Ding Arrow wanted to hurt Qianzang Zhenren, it was impossible. The magic arrow flew over. Qianzang Zhenren took the Tianzang Luo Ding Bow in one fell swoop. The magic arrow disappeared and was directly taken back by the magic bow.

Qianzang Zhenren was useless, and the brush over there was no more force than Zhang. Elder Zhou's great strength remained unabated.

Although Zhang Zhou and Zhou both had the Great Perfection of the intermediate level of Spirit Saint, they were like old men playing with babies in front of soul-level monks. There was no stopping power at all. The two of them quickly retreated and each supported defense at the same time. However, the mysterious spiritual saint secret techniques that ordinary monks seemed to be extremely mysterious were simply inferior to those soul-level monks.

Because spiritual power is in front of soul power, there is no power of resistance, and it is born to be restrained.

"Bang bang" two loud noises, and the two elders Zhang Zhou were shaken away for more than ten miles, and their mouths were sprayed with blood, and their spiritual foundation was almost broken.

"I didn't come to destroy the sect, otherwise I would have taken you and the others' lives!" The Ninth Elder Hong Pao said to Zhang Zhou and the others, but he kept staring at Amu, "How is it? I am qualified to take you away!"

Seeing that Zhang Zhou and his two masters were injured, Amu knew that today's affairs would be no longer possible, so he couldn't help but say coldly: "I heard that the seven immortal gates of the sea desolate are the pillars of the sea desolate Shenzhou. The Immortal Ghost Sect also made a great statement! But they are all such shameless people, hiding their heads and showing their tails, bullying others with their power. You came across the territory not far away just to capture me? I would like to ask, why did you catch me with all your efforts?"

In fact, Amu had already guessed about this issue. Although he was a demon cultivator, he would never be chased by the Immortal Ghost Sect across the domain! The only thing that could cause the Immortal Ghost Sect to come was the demon coffin in his body. Could it be that his master had something wrong? The other party learned about his possession of the demon coffin.

"Hehe!" The Ninth Elder Hong Pao sneered, "Amu, don't pretend to be confused. What do you have on you? Don't you know?"

Elder Nine Red Painting did not directly answer Amu's question, but instead asked Amu.

When Amu heard this, he sneered in his heart. When Elder Hong Pao Ninth asked, Amu basically concluded that the other party might have just guessed the matter of the demon coffin, but he would never dare to make up. Elder Hong Pao Ninth asked this question, obviously he was cheating on himself.

"Since that's the case, if you want me to leave with you, it depends on your ability!" Amu's eyebrows stood up, and even if he hit the stone with an egg, he would have to fight.

The black vine sucked and spitted, and the black wooden block was slightly shaken. For some reason, the Ninth Elder of the Red Robe did not take action immediately, but looked at the black wooden block and frowned slightly, with a change in his eyes.

"Senior, don't take action personally! I am willing to do it for you to capture this child!" Master Yang bowed and bowed.

This sentence is really disgusting. Master Yang is close to a thousand years old, and his cultivation is even more perfect in the Spiritual Saint. Although according to the rules of the Immortal Cultivation World, he should call Elder Nine and Senior, as an elder, Master Yang is really disgusting to do this.

"Well! It's good! Capture him and I will teach you the method of entering the soul!" The Ninth Elder of the Red Robe nodded slightly. It seemed that Master Yang's flattery was quite good.

"Thank you senior!" Master Yang was happy. Where did he look like a sect master?

"Amu, die!" Although Master Yang is despicable, his cultivation is there. The high-level Great Perfection of Spirit Saint is enough to shock the Northern Wilderness.

"Bei Han has you, the ancestor is shamed!" Amu's anger surged, and black flames rose again. This time he did not wait for the opponent to attack, but instead shook the black vine and directly pulled out more than ten feet of black light.

Amu knew that there was no need to do anything to kill him at a high-level spiritual saint. The only thing he could rely on was his magic weapon, but Amu was afraid that he would not even have the chance to use the magic weapon. So Amu took the initiative and Black Vinegar took action directly.

However, it is really unscrupulous to deal with the high-level spiritual saint cultivator Amu. Although the black vine is powerful, he is only a cultivator with a basic level of meditation. I think that Master Wang Jue may not have expected that in just a few months, he would have to face a cultivator of the high-level spiritual saint.

But as soon as the black vine came out, the dragon roared and its power was horrifying! Master Yang snorted coldly. He didn't know the power of the black vine. Although he could see that the black light was not bad, he would never believe that a black light could make his spiritual body that had been hard for thousands of years?

Therefore, Master Yang was no longer at all. His figure moved, as if teleported, and directly met Amu's black light. When he stretched his left arm, he wanted to grab the black vine.

The body of the Spirit Saint is indeed good, otherwise the fog ghost just now would not dare to directly grab the black vines and black wood. Elder Yang's fog ghost is even more, so he naturally feels that he can beat the black vines.

There was a loud "pa" sound.

"Um!" Hearing Master Yang's muffled, the black light body that had just rushed into instantly bounced away.

Goodbye, the left arm was broken at the elbow.

"Ah?" There were no weak hands present, and the weakest one was the middle-level spiritual saint, Zhenren Qianzang. Amu actually cut off the high-level spiritual saint's Great Perfect arm with one move.

"Hmph!" Master Yang did not expect that as soon as he touched the black vine, a strange force on the vine directly opened his hand alone, but hit him like lightning, and could not dodge at all.

Goodbye, Master Yang's remaining arm flashed, and the broken arm gradually emerged at the broken elbow.

Except for the fog ghost and the Ninth Elder of the Red Robe, the other four were shocked.

The rebirth of the residual body is the level magical power of the high-level spiritual saint monk. As long as the spiritual saint is not dead and the body is almost immortal, it is something that a monk who has not reached this level cannot imagine.

"Hehe!" Master Yang sneered repeatedly, "Amu, I didn't expect that your magic weapons were all such heaven-defying things! I was careless for a moment!"

But before Master Yang finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened because the half-slit arm suddenly had a bright black light, and the half of the arm that had just grown instantly dissipated again.

"Ah!" Everyone was shocked at this moment. Amu didn't care about these things, and he didn't care about the power of the black rattan. He took the opportunity to enter and the black rattan sucked down again.

At this time, either the fish died or the net was broken, and Amu had no scruples.

The black light suddenly rose and slashed down the sky.

"Amu, go to death!" Master Yang was cut off his arm and became angry, but this time he didn't dare to shake him. He saw his body dissipate and disappear. The moment of the Spirit Saint's art was unpredictable by gods and ghosts.

"Northern Cold Seal!" Master Yang suddenly appeared behind Amu, making a blue light with one hand.

"Boom--" This palm hit Amu's back firmly.

Although there were black lights hanging from the black wood, Master Yang did 90% of his strength at this time. Amu flew backwards for more than ten miles away, "Wow—" the light sprayed blood, and even a trace of black light was covered in the blood.

Master Yang was also shaken away, and a trace of blood was overflowing.

"It's really against the will of heaven! Come with your life!" Master Yang's hair and hair were all open, and he was furious. He ran to Amu again without caring about his injuries.

At this time, Amu's face was pale. The high-level Great Perfect Palm of the Spirit Saint could be smashed into pieces even if the middle-level Spirit Saint was, let alone Amu. Without the protection of Hei Mu, Amu would have been enough to die in a few reincarnations just now. Even so, Amu was also shaking at this time, and felt that his muscles and bones were shattered and the demonic energy in his body had been dispersed.

At this time, no one helped Amu. Zhang Zhou and his two masters were seriously injured, and the real person Qianzang was locked up by the fog ghost, so even if they took action, they would be futile.

The moment Master Yang pounced on him again, Amu was almost half unconscious. He had no strength, and could not even wave the black vine, and there was darkness in front of him.

That was the breath of Jiuyou! In a daze, Amu seemed to have seen Liu Zhen, Wang family, Wang Jue, and Yuer!

In this life, the most beautiful memories instantly passed through my mind!

And at this moment.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom-" In Amu's Dan Sea, black waves surging, demonic energy is everywhere, lightning and thunder are intertwined!

A black coffin that has been immortal for thousands of years rose from the bottom of the sea.

One of the nine coffins, the magic coffin reappears!
Chapter completed!