Inexplicably fire in Dongyang Temple, the soul-cultivating man attacked Master Chenyue. Overnight, wars broke out everywhere in Dongyang Ancient Temple and the storm changed suddenly.

With the secret technique taught by the ancient demon Shui Mei, Amu instantly recovered his cultivation. Such resilience of cultivation after suppression made Amu feel like he was trying his best to release it.

Especially in this situation, Master Chenyue was killed. The smell of danger was everywhere on Dongyang Mountain.

After his cultivation level was restored, Amu's body moved and rushed to the middle level of the soul cultivation to kill him.

At this time, Amu's eyes were blood red and dark. The magical consciousness was turned on at the same time.

"Destroy!" Amu shouted violently, and two strange lights shot out in his eyes, heading straight for the middle level of soul cultivation.

A cultivator who can reach the middle level of soul cultivation is naturally extraordinary, and in terms of realm, he is still one line higher than Amu. However, this one line higher is nothing to the demon cultivator.

As soon as Amu's demonic attack came out, the middle level of the soul cultivation felt as if it was exploded in his mind.

"Boom--" My mind buzzed and my spiritual consciousness stagnated.

But at this moment, Amu had arrived.

The ghostly figure flashed, and the cold light spread out. It was the dagger. This middle level of soul cultivation has not yet figured out what happened.

puff--

The dagger had cut his throat directly! Blood was like a pillar!

Amu didn't know who his opponent was, nor how many masters he had come to. However, at this time, Amu's magical nature, which had not recovered for a long time, suddenly burst out.

He killed the middle level of soul cultivation in front of him with his hand. Amu pulled the veil of the monk, but he still had a strange face.

But just as Amu pulled off the veil of the monk, two magic weapons and two figures rushed directly at Amu, and two intermediate levels of soul cultivation.

The two magic weapons show their brilliance. They are obviously not ordinary! The two of them move faster, and they seem to have to finish their achievements in one battle, and they must kill Amu.

However, Amu would not give them such a chance. With a trembling left hand, Wan Yaoling flew out and rushed to one of the monks.

"Dingdang-Dingdang-"

At this time, the Ten Thousand Demons Bells attached with Amu's demon soul power, which is very different from the moment.

The purple lights in the sky are strange and mysterious.

As soon as the ringtone rang, the two magic weapons that had just flew out instantly stopped and almost melted into the purple light.

And the two monks even shook their bodies slightly.

The jingling ringtone rang in their ears, like thousands of demonic sounds.

Amu moved his body, and the dagger in his hand drew a perfect arc.

A green light was like a rainbow, and two dead bodies fell down directly.

This time, Amu didn't even pick their veils. Because Amu knew that it was meaningless. The forces that came to Dongling should at least be at the level of the seven immortal gates of the sea desolate.

Otherwise, there would never be so many soul cultivation. So many soul cultivation, wearing black clothes, would be like a concentrated killer.

A lot of soul-cultivating killers? Amu couldn't imagine what kind of existence was behind them. At the same time, Amu began to doubt his judgment just now.

If you really come to you, then no matter the force in the sea desolation, it seems that you should at least use the high-level cultivator of the Soul Dispersed Sect.

Amu believes that no one in the sea desolation knows his situation. If you dare to look for your own forces, you will definitely understand your combat power. Moreover, most of the people who look for you are coveting the demon coffin, right?

With the demon coffin in hand, who dares to provoke Amu easily? These souls cannot kill Amu at all.

Countless thoughts flashed through, and Amu was also a little confused for a moment.

"Uncle Tianya!" Qinghan looked at Amu blankly.

At this time, Amu's body emitted a majestic aura, which made Qinghan shudder. The power of the soul realm demon cultivator was far superior to that of ordinary soul realm cultivators.

"Let's go!" Amu only had one hour. Dongyang Ancient Temple was in danger. He had to destroy the invading enemies as soon as possible. Moreover, Amu's demonic nature also needs to be vented at this time.

As soon as Amu pulled Qinghan, he disappeared directly at Ziyun Waterfall and headed straight to Dongyang Hall.

In the secret, several breaths locked Amu, but seemed to dare not take action easily.

Amu knew it in his heart, but he wanted to put out the fire first and then deal with them.

At this time, the sky above the Dongyang main hall was fighting.

Hua Chen, and the two masters and the two soul-cultivating two great perfections, they met the opponents, and they could not tell the difference for a while.

"Junior Brother Tianya, you..." Master Xiaoyun was also fighting with a black-clothed monk of the same level. He was the first to see Amu, but was shocked.

Because, Amu suddenly appeared above the Dongyang main hall, and black flames rolled around his body, like gods and demons.

"The first level of soul cultivation is great perfection?" Master Wuruo, who was not far away, was also stunned.

Although Amu told them three days ago that he was in the early stage of soul cultivation, they did not expect Amu to suddenly recover his cultivation level and be even better.

At this time, they didn't know what was happening on Ziyun Waterfall. Amu didn't have time to explain to them.

The fire has not yet been extinguished, and goodbye to see Amu's seals with both hands, and the faint white air dissipates. Amu casts the spell with all his strength, and uses it as an authentic Northern Ice-type magic.

The void around him suddenly became cold in an instant, and endless cold air dissipated.

"Frost, snowflakes!"

"Uncle Tianya!"

"Tianya Master!"

At this time, all the monks from Dongyang Ancient Temple who were working hard to put out the fire and fight were seeing Amu.

Driven by the endless power of the demon cultivator, heavy snow filled the sky and landed straight on the Dongyang Hall. Each of the snowflakes contained endless power of the demon soul. When they encountered the fire, they instantly turned into endless snow water.

The raging fire suddenly became dim.

Amu's powerful demon soul power dispersed and he was fighting the monks and monks just now. Except for the four souls, the others suddenly separated, standing on both sides with a black side, with hundreds of people on both sides.

The Dongyang Ancient Temple is naturally all monks, while the other party is a man in black.

"Hmph!" Amu snorted coldly, looked at the two soul cultivators in the void, and knew the two people fighting against Hua Chen.

"Kill!" In the void, Amu's body moved and a teleported straight to one of the monks.

The monk was fighting with Master Huachen in a difficult situation, and suddenly felt an extremely powerful soul power. But it was too late to do anything else.

"puff--"

The dagger in Amu's hand directly penetrated his back.

Another monk secretly called it a secretly, and he forced him to retreat with one move and wanted to escape.

But how could Amu let him do what he wanted? The dagger in his hand shook, and a stream of light turned into a stream of light and flew out directly.

The first-level cultivator of soul cultivation was also extraordinary. With one hand, he shook his hand and saw a silver flying sword, facing Amu's dagger.

"Click—"

I don’t know what quality it is, but it must be incomparable to Amu’s dagger.

The lights were intertwined! The flying sword was directly cut into two sections by Amu's dagger. The soul cultivator naturally did not escape Amu's dagger.

"Puff--" The dagger directly pierced through the monk's front heart, and then drew an arc in the void and flew back to Amu's hand.

The two souls of cultivation were destroyed and destroyed. At this point, the five souls of cultivation were all dead in Amu's hands in just a quarter of an hour.

"Amitabha--"

"Amitabha--" At this time, he transformed into dust and understood, and stood in the void, chanting the Buddha's name high, so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

The two cultivators had absolutely no low cultivation and their methods were even more skillful. If Amu had not taken action in time just now, he would have turned into dust and realized that there would be more misfortunes.

But now, from the appearance of Amu, to extinguishing the fire, to killing two souls of cultivation. The rabbit rises and falls, but in a flash.

What is the realm and cultivation level?

The first level of soul cultivation is the Great Perfection? The Demonic Cultivation?

The two masters no longer believed their eyes and judgments at this time, and the other monks from the ancient Dongyang Temple were even more confused.

Invincible in the world!

At this time, Amu stood in the void, with demonic energy scattered all over his body, and a black flame rising above his blue clothes. No one could feel the violent demonic energy.

When did the monks in Dongyang Ancient Temple have seen such a scene? They were all stupid, muttering and keeping scriptures. This uncle or master of Tianya is simply incredible.

At this time, the fire in Dongyang Hall gradually went out, but only half of the Dongyang Hall had collapsed.

"No matter who you are? Come out!" Amu raised his eyebrows. He could sense at least three powerful auras in the void that had not appeared. Moreover, the auras of those three people were far superior to those monks just now.

As soon as Amu finished speaking, goodbye, the air fluctuated in the void.

Three figures, finished characters, stand in the void.

The two high-level soul-cultivation great perfections were dressed like those monks just now. However, when I saw the man standing in the middle, Amu's face suddenly changed.

"Amu?" The one who spoke was a beautiful woman, "I haven't seen it for a long time!"
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