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"Wang Han--" Chenyan's purple dress flew away, but there was a seal of Yin-Yang Life and Death in her hands. This is a great way to quickly recover from injuries by consuming life.

The barrier collapsed, the appearance of doomsday, and the few powerful forces just collided, so Shenyan naturally could not be immune to it.

Goodbye Chen Yan, although the purple clothes were flying, the light on the face of the Supreme Ghost God was already a little dim, and the long hair that was originally as ink gradually emitted a grayish brilliance.

That is the side effect of Yin and Yang Life and Death Seal and Supreme Ghost and God's Face. Shenyan is overdrawing and consuming one's own life.

However, Chen Yan at this time seemed to be no longer possessed by the ghost emperor, but the real Chen Yan. When Chen Yan moved his body, he had already reached Amu's side.

"Chen Yan, you go first!" I don't know if Chen Yan shouted just now or the influence of this doomsday appearance, Amu actually regained his mind in an instant.

The blood red and dark light were temporarily suppressed, and Amu's eyes were clear! After talking to Shen Yan, he actually glanced at Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen indifferently.

That glance made both of them tremble in their hearts. That was not the look that should have appeared at this time. Those eyes were clearly black and white, as clear as water, too clear and too calm. Nothing seemed to have happened just now.

Calmness often means terrible!

At this moment, Amu's cultivation level was still fluctuating, and the black light and blood light on his body were still entangled, but his eyes were completely different. It seemed that he would see the vicissitudes and look through the future.

At the same time, the eyes of a child seemed to have just arrived in this world.

"Huh?" Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen both frowned. They knew that no one could support this ending in the secret realm of the Waste Soul for too long. This is the time and space that will explode soon.

It is difficult to reverse even if Amu treasures are in it.

The only two words waiting for the Secret Realm of the Waste Soul and their - Destruction! This is the power of destruction in time and space, almost unstoppable. No matter what Amu is now, it seems that they are not what they need to care about.

"Young Master, let's go!"

When the breakdown is constantly, it will be in chaos! Mr. Wen is well aware of this. At such a moment, there is no need to get entangled with some magic weapons.

No matter how good Amu and Shen Yan's magic weapon is, it will never be able to resist the life of the monk. If the Tao is destroyed, it will be too late to regret it.

Mr. Wen flipped his palm and a green talisman appeared in his hand. He was a soul-level cultivator, and could directly pass through the secret realm of the Desolate Souls and even open the passage here. Therefore, he had to take Xiao Luo away from here, which was easy to say.

As soon as the green talisman appeared, Mr. Wen raised his hand and wanted to leave with Xiao Luo.

At this time, everything around him turned into endless black winds and thunder. This was not a force that monks could bear. If Amu and his men had not been protected by a treasure, they would have been unable to hold on. Even so, they were just like small boats in the wind and waves of the sea.

As soon as Mr. Wen's green talisman appeared, his light spread out. He thought he could leave here immediately, but something unexpected happened. The light of the green talisman just flashed and it dimmed instantly.

Puff———The talisman instantly turned into black smoke and dissipated with the wind.

"Hmm?" Mr. Wen was shocked, "No, the world has changed!"

At this time, Chen Yan also took out his talisman and showed it, and the result was generally the same.

The secret realm of the Waste Soul has changed, and the teleportation talisman has lost its original function! This seems to mean that no one can live without the secret realm of the Waste Soul Soul.

"Boom--" Another huge rock shattered and gravel flew around.

The earth shook, and the entire secret realm was still complete, and the only ones were the Black Demon Palace and the Black Phantom Demon Root.

These two wonders stand upright in the end of the world, making them even more weird and gloomy.

"Sir, what should I do?" Xiao Luo looked at Mr. Wen and said, while he glanced at Amu and Shen Yan. If he took action at this time, everyone would probably die together.

At this time, Chen Yan stood beside Amu without saying anything. The Supreme Ghost God's face was bright and dark, and his long gray-white hair flew with the wind. Amu looked at Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen with clear eyes, without any sadness and joy, and the reflection of the doomsday was reflected in his eyes.

After hearing Xiao Luo's words, Mr. Wen frowned slightly. It seems that it is not impossible for Mr. Wen in the Soul Realm to leave here, but the cost of this method must be huge!

"Haha! Chenyan, you go first!" Amu's mouth bent and suddenly spoke to Chenyan.

This is the second time Amu said this, his tone is relaxed and calm.

"Let's go together!" Chen Yan looked up at Amu with the Supreme Ghost God's face. At this time, the Supreme Ghost God's face could only barely protect the distance of about one foot around Chen Yan. In an instant, Chen Yan's black hair had now turned completely white.

The purple clothes are flying, the white hair is dancing, and the smiling face is adding to the charm of the deep smoke, but this is consuming life.

"We can only leave one person!" Amu smiled, smiling so calmly and freely, "I'll send you out!"

"How many lives do you have?" Amu suddenly asked Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen.

"Uh?" At this time, Amu asked such a question with a smile on his face, which made people feel particularly strange.

Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen were stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

"One! What a pity!" Amu asked and answered himself, "I have more than one life!"

Just when Xiao Luo and Mr. Wen were puzzled by whether Amu was crazy or not, when he saw Amu's face suddenly changed when he saw him, his hands quickly formed seals on his chest, and the black light and blood all over his body gushed out like a volcano erupting!

Two divine lights, like dragons and snakes going out to sea, and like dragons flying in the sky.

"Wang Han, don't--" Chen Yan shouted heart-wrenchingly. When she saw Amu like this, she immediately understood Amu's intentions and wanted to stop Amu.

It is better to die together than to be alone! This is what Chen Yan thought at this time.

But at this moment, Chen Yan suddenly realized that he was imprisoned by Amu at some point. At the same time, the power of ghosts and gods on the Supreme Ghost Face was disappearing.

"Chenyan, you and I have a fate, and I will see you again! Don't forget today's friendship!" Amu's voice was a little misty.

After saying this, Amu Qingming's eyes were instantly flooded with black light and blood light. Gods and demons were intertwined, and endless power dispersed like the sea, instantly devouring everything.

"No! He wants to self-destruct!" Mr. Wen shouted.

He flew over and blocked Xiao Luo with a vicious look on his face: "Wang Han, you are cruel! Have you used your life to open the passage?"

As he said that, Mr. Wen stuffed the Chaos Ancient Banner into Xiao Luo's hands, and then quickly formed seals with both hands.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Luo's expression changed, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing! The Chaos Ancient Banner was only held in his hand, and the demon's head slowly descended and retracted into his body.

At the last moment, Mr. Wen also chose to self-destruct because this was the only way to leave the secret realm of the Waste Soul at this moment, and then at this moment.

"Boom boom boom boom" couldn't tell where the explosion sound was, and the loud thunderous sound kept echoing.

Amu exploded, and Mr. Wen exploded! The power in the sky was raging, and such a force formed a huge vortex that reached the sky.

"Boom boom--" Two light doors opened, which was the crack of space torn open with power. It was the passage opened by Amu and Wen Muran with their lives respectively.

Xiao Luo went in without saying a word, and as a demon, he must have a determination. Like Amu, Xiao Luo is not an indecisive person.

Chen Yan shouted, but was forced into the passage by Amu's last obsession!

"Wang Han--" Chen Yan could be said to be full of hoarseness, but Amu could no longer hear it at this time. The black light and blood had already swallowed Amu, and Amu's figure had disappeared.

"Boom--" Chen Yan saw the endless white light dispersing, which was a loud noise that resounded throughout the nine heavens.

This moment, thousands of years later, has been lingering in Shen Yan's heart. It is unforgettable and cannot be dissipated.

The entire Waste Soul Secret Realm completely collapsed and shattered!

Mr. Amu and Mr. Wen chose to self-destruct, that is, they chose to commit suicide, and were buried in the secret realm of the Waste Soul. Such a power almost penetrated the space-time plane and affected the entire sea-waste China.

At this moment, almost all the cultivators in the Soul Realm and above in the sea desolation were shocked, and they could sense the disappearance of the Soul Realm of the Soul Realm.

The north of Beihan Sect and the top of Zhenbei Peak is still so colorful and the wind and snow are still there in the distance. In the huge valley, there is still a demonic energy.

After sitting cross-legged for seven thousand years, he suddenly opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

"How is this possible? The secret realm of the Desolate Soul disappeared!"

Then, the old man in black who had worked hard to rise up from his head.

"It's been seven thousand years, and it seems that you have to force you to go to the sea desolation! If the descendant of the Demon Coffin has something to do, we will have been in vain for seven thousand years! You and I will be crushed to pieces, and it will be difficult for the death of the soul." Kuxinzi's original body said to his clone.

"Cause and effect cycle, good and bad luck will be rewarded! What should come should come. This is our destiny as a demon servant." The old man in black smiled. He was originally of the same root, but his original body and clone were like old friends for many years.

The old man in black looked at the wind and snow in the north and said, "The North Pole Fairy Sea has been keeping the body alone. It seems impossible! Haha! The sea desolate and the Chinese state are in chaos!"

The old man in black is a soul body, but the laughter is full of tragic meaning. The north wind is whistling, and the old man in black is a little messy.

He said "Take care" to the body, and the old man in black raised his foot and walked through the heavy fog in the northern cold.

at the same time.

In the vast northern wilderness, in the misty clouds and mist, a piece of ice bamboo was hidden above the vast ice sea. The silver-haired and white-clothed old man who was sensing when the demon coffin appeared slowly opened his eyes. Two rays of light shone straight into the sky.

"The ancient battlefield disappeared? The breath of waste?" The old man in silver-haired and white frowned slightly, "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop! I'm afraid that it will alarm Ziyou City this time!"

The old man in silver-haired and white-clothed sighed, shaking his clothes up, turning into a shadow of mist and dissipating.

The old man from the North Pole Fairy Sea, who has not left Hanyuan for nearly ten thousand years, is finally about to walk around.

At the same time, I don’t know where that is.

A beautiful young man in white appeared from the void.

"Cough cough cough!" He kept coughing, his pale face turned bloody. He was Xiao Luo.

This place seems to be a deep valley, deep, narrow and endless. The green area is surrounded by a faint chaotic aura.

"Mr. Wen!" Stop coughing, Xiao Luo greeted a middle-aged scholar wearing green clothes but one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-sided greetings.

The middle-aged scholar in green is Wen Muran, the middle-level soul-scattering body of Mr. Wen. His cultivation is even higher than that of the hard-working son.

At this moment, Wen Muran already knew everything. Seeing Xiao Luo returning safely, he couldn't help but nodded and smiled: "Young Master, you can come back safely and bring back the Demon Lord Bell! That's our mission!"

"Xiao Luo is incompetent, and he has caused Mr. to lose his soul cultivator!" Xiao Luo felt extremely guilty. He understood that although the middle level of the soul scattering, there were six soul bodies, the great cultivator who claimed to be unparalleled in his eyes was actually no longer available for clones.

Over the years, six clones fell one after another. If it weren't for the Mr. Wen in front of him, Xiao Luo would never have achieved what he has today.

"Haha! Young Master, this is a bad word! People like me live to revive the Taihuang Sect, and you are the greatest hope of the Taihuang Sect! Not to mention a clone, even if I, the soul-scattered deity, fall, as long as I can let my Taihuang Sect stop the sea and wasteland, what's the harm?" Wen Muran's tone was sincere, and she couldn't help but move Xiao Luo slightly.
To be continued...