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The demonic intention of the left eye and the demonic consciousness of the right eye. The red and black light flashed again in Amu's eyes.

“Wow—Wow—”

From the entrance of the town, he began to forcibly suppress his mind and fight against the formation. At this time, Amu finally couldn't suppress it and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

This is a illusion killing formation that can kill soul-level cultivators.

In the direction of the long street, Amu bowed deeply three times. These three times were only for the villagers of Liuzhen who died innocently and could not reincarnate.

Then, staring and motionless. In Amu's eyes, there was no reflection of the long street, no Wang family with blue bricks and gray tiles, and no quaint and peaceful Liu Town.

Apart from the thousands of resentful spirits, Amu's eyes were empty. All illusions were dispersed, leaving only the true nature.

Liuzhen! Liuzhen! Amu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.

The moment he stood at the entrance of Liuzhen Town, Amu knew that all he saw were the wronged souls of the villagers in Liuzhen. They were the dead spirits who were detained by the monks with great magic power and could not be reincarnated.

The entire Liu Town is a huge illusion killing array that devours human souls.

However, Amu did not summon the ancient devil scriptures and directly broke the formation, but let it tightly protect his spiritual consciousness.

Even though he knew it was a formation, Amu had to take the damage to his mind and still wanted to move on to the illusion array. Amu wanted to let everything in Liu Zhen pass through his life calmly for the last time, and he wanted to let Liu Zhen's warmth be engraved in his heart.

It was clearly a dream, but Amu also wanted to fulfill his long-cherished wish to return to Liuzhen in his dream.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

A creepy laughter sounded, and the laughter was very similar to Shen Yan's laughter who had run wild under the face of the Supreme Ghost.

The ghost is full of spirit, which is the sound of the underworld and does not belong to the human world.

Amu frowned slightly, a soul-level monk? Because the laughter alone was enough to shock Amu's mind. No soul-level monk could do this.

At this time, the ancient devil scriptures kept echoing in Amu's mind, resisting the rippling ghost laughter. Just now, Amu forced his mind to walk calmly in the illusion array, but in fact he had already suffered a lot of damage.

If there was no reverberation of the ancient devil scriptures at this time, I would probably not be able to support it.

Stabilize your mind and hold the Yuan Shuyi. The power of the demon spirit spreads all over your body. Amu's demon consciousness disperses, and his eyes stare at the gray mist around him, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, with the terrifying laughter, a figure gradually emerged from the grey fog.

The mid-level soul cultivation level is perfect! A breath that seems familiar, spreads, and Amu's eyes instantly die as cold as if they are dead.

Immortal Ghost Sect! The aura of this soul-cultivating powerhouse is exactly the same as that of the Ninth Elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect, but he is much stronger than the Ninth Elder.

"Immortal Ghost Sect! Never die!" Amu looked coldly at the figure gradually condensed in the gray fog.

Back then, the Immortal Ghost Sect used Mei Wangnan's hand to disrupt Beihan, but it was intended that many Beihan cultivators such as Ice Fairy, Zi Yu and others destroyed the souls in the battle. This account was not settled, and now there are nearly a thousand lives in Liu Zhen.

New hatreds and old hatreds, Amu and the Immortal Ghost Sect have become a situation of immortality in this life.

Goodbye the figure, it gradually became clear.

A gray robe, long black and white hair, a scar from the left forehead to the right cheek. His expression was cold and his eyes were ruthless. He was a lifeless middle-aged monk, but his powerful aura was enough to make Amu extremely alert.

What makes people feel cold in their hearts is that the middle-aged monk did not walk out step by step, but was half a foot away from the ground, like a ghost floating.

This feeling was very similar to the feeling of Amu when he saw Kuxinzi's clone.

"Soul Body?" However, Amu immediately denied his thoughts. With Amu's current cultivation level, he could see through all the monks below the Soul Saving Soul. The person in front of him was definitely the true and true mid-level soul cultivation Great Perfection!

The most important thing is that Amu saw what was behind the middle-aged monk and knew who this person who looked like a middle-aged monk was!

Behind the middle-aged monk, following him closely, was a human-shaped puppet.

He has a nose and eyes, wearing a gray coat, and a three-foot-high puppet. The puppet looked lifelike, looking like a middle-aged monk, but his expression was grinning, which was an extremely strange smile.

The puppet's eyes emitted a faint green light, like ghost fire, and its whole body was filled with an unknown aura.

"Doll puppet? Fuhunzi!" Amu was shocked. On that day, the fog ghost of the Immortal Ghost Sect and the Ninth Elder were killed by Kuxinzi and captured their souls. Later, Amu also asked Kuxinzi about the Immortal Ghost Sect.

In addition to the old monster of the Soul-Sannong Monster who does not care about the world, the leader of the Immortal Ghost Sect, there are also the left and right envoys and the nine elders. These people are soul-level powerhouses. At that time, the Ninth Elder was only the first level of soul cultivation, but in fact, the last level. But if it weren't for the action of the clone of the painstaking clone, the Ninth Elder alone would be enough to kill the entire Beihan Sect, which could be said to be without any effort.

Among the nine elders of the Immortal Ghost Sect, the third one should be the middle-aged monk in front of you. It seems to be middle-aged, but except for monsters like Amu who have been promoted to the middle level of the Spirit Saint for 40 years, which soul-level monk has not practiced for hundreds or thousands of years?

The mid-level soul cultivation is great perfection, and the third elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect of the Seven Immortal Sect in the Sea Wasteland!

This Fuhunzi is an absolute strong man, not to mention his pure soul-level cultivation. His illusion, formation, and puppet technique are ranked first in the Immortal Ghost Sect.

According to legend, its combat power can match the Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation. Although it ranks third among the Nine Elders, its combat power is never lower than the two in the first place, and they are absolute masters.

"The Immortal Ghost Sect really looks down on itself!" Amu sneered in his heart.

At this time, Amu was very clear-minded. The people of Liu Zhen must have been killed by Fu Hunzi, and then set up a large formation to wait for the visitor. The reason is nothing more than the Wang family and the demon coffin.

Amu stared at Fuhunzi, the demonic spirit filled his body, and was full of vigilance.

Although Amu's cultivation level at this time can be considered invincible below the soul level, he is ultimately invincible below the soul level. Faced with a true master of mid-level soul cultivation, and even if he is a master with high-level soul cultivation power, Amu was not sure at all.

And this is a sure thing to escape, not a fight! Once you enter the Soul Realm, you are definitely not an ordinary monk. The gap between levels is even greater.

However, Amu was extremely calm, and the black vine was hidden under his right arm and could be released at any time. Today, even if he fought for his life, he would still leave Fuhunzi's life, otherwise the matter of Liu Zhen would become Amu's inner demon.

Tonight, Amu is not fighting for himself, but for the dead souls of Liu Zhen.

"Amu?" Fu Hunzi's voice was dry and floating, and sparks of excitement seemed to be pounding in his ruthless eyes. "You have only appeared for forty years. Please wait!"

"Forty years, in the blink of an eye, a mortal has been half a lifetime, but it is nothing to the soul cultivator who has practiced for thousands of years!" Amu's tone was calm, but it was extremely ironic.

Fu Hunzi did not hide his breath because there was no need. Amu also believed that for forty years, with the power of the Immortal Ghost Sect, would he have known who he was?

Both sides are sensible, so they naturally save a lot of boring tentative conversations.

"Are you really a demon cultivator?" The scar on Fu Hunzi's face was extremely dazzling, like a blue-brown centipede lying on his face.

Amu did not answer his question, but looked at the gray mist behind Fuhunzi and said calmly: "The immortals are different. As a soul cultivator, why should you kill them?"

Amu naturally refers to the villagers of Liuzhen. There are countless monks in the sea desolate world, but there is an unwritten rule that those who practice immortals rarely attack mortals.

"I have been practicing for thousands of years, and I only have life and death in my eyes, regardless of immortals and mortals!" A gray light flashed in Fu Hunzi's eyes. I wonder if he remembered the scene of slaughtering the village in the past.

"Only life and death, no matter whether it is immortal or mortal?" Amu sneered. However, even if this is ruthless, it is considered an enlightenment. However, such an enlightenment is just a crazy murderous intention to be put on Fuhunzi.

"Your Excellency has only been practicing for forty years and can see through the illusion array I set up at a glance. Even though you know it is an illusion, you have to suppress your soul and then pass through the array without being devoured to your mind. I admire this concentration."

Fu Hunzi said these words, not a false compliment. With his Soul Cultivation Intermediary's Great Perfection, he could not see through Amu's cultivation at first glance, and could only feel a vague sense of a demonic energy.

Everything that Amu had just seen in the formation was seen by him. This formation with the entire Liuzhen as its root and the thousands of unjust souls as its spirit is the supreme killing formation.

The magical killing is integrated, and there is almost no way to rebirth. However, Amu suppresses his soul and does not touch the mechanism at all. The entire array has become Amu's spiritual training field.

This formation is not necessarily a soul-level cultivator, not even a spirit level. So at this time, Fuhunzi estimated that Amu's cultivation should be at the beginning of the soul cultivation level, but he would never reach the initial level of the soul realm.

"Forty years? Haha!" Amu sneered, and a red and black light flashed in his eyes, "Forty years is not too late."

"Not late! Non late! It's good to be here!" Fu Hunzi's voice became more and more erratic, and the doll behind him seemed to smile stronger, with the green light in his eyes even better, and he gradually showed the momentum of dancing and joking.

To be late or not is to have different positions and different requirements.

Amu raised his eyebrows, the magical intention gradually rose on his body, and his voice said bitterly: "My Wang family shouldn't be in Liu Town!"

Amu looked at the gray fog, everything about Liuzhen in the past was vivid in his mind, and everything just now passed by.

"Why should I care about nine hundred and ninety-nine ants?" Fu Hunzi sighed slightly. The doll kept nodding, which seemed funny, but was actually extremely evil. In their opinion, the life and death of the people of Liu Zhen were really ants.

"Amu is remembered by the Immortal Ghost Sect forever! There will be a good reward in the future!" Amu said coldly.

Fu Hunzi naturally heard Amu's threat, but he just snorted coldly and was unmoved.

The Immortal Ghost Sect is one of the seven immortal sects of the sea desolate. The entire Western Black Water is under its power. There are old monsters in the sect who are in charge, with countless foundations.

Fuhunzi, a powerful man in the middle-level Great Perfection of Soul Cultivation, would be shocked when he stomped his feet. The entire Northern Wilderness would be shocked. There were countless soul-level cultivators who died at his hands, and even less than the soul-level.

With these two points, even though Amu is an anomaly, a demon cultivator, in Fu Hunzi's opinion, Amu's words were nothing more than sad and angry words, how could he take them to heart?

"Take the ghost coffin, I will keep your life!" Fu Hunzi seemed a little depressed, his tone was taken for granted, but the word "ghost coffin" subconsciously suppressed it very low.

"Ghost Coffin?" Amu was shocked suddenly.
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