nine coffins

Chapter 166
Shen Yan stood in the void and confronted the white-clothed monk, while the Yin-Yang Galaxy Map confronted the black and white mirror, and it was impossible to tell the winner for a while.

Such a situation is quite strange.Black and white intertwine in the void, like a fight between two worlds.

Shen Yan's purple dress was flying, and she was graceful, because of the ghost mask, no one could see Shen Yan's expression.The white-clothed cultivator was dressed like snow and looked calm, but his beautiful face revealed too much strangeness.

This situation made Miss Miao Er, Young Master Yun and others secretly shocked.Although they knew the Yin-Yang galaxy map, they didn't know what level of magic weapon confrontation it was.

Both parties are figures with a long history, and their backgrounds seem to surpass those of the Yun family and the Miao family.

Miss Miao Er couldn't help thinking of Miao Tianchang's advice at this time, maybe he was right, this trip to the Wild Soul Secret Realm was originally a mistake.They should have turned around a long time ago, but I'm afraid it's really too late at this time.

At this time, Amu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the monk in white, the black vines gradually appeared on his right hand, such a powerful opponent, Amu couldn't just wait and see.

"Wang Han! Let's kill him together!" Shen Yan's voice was extremely cold and full of murderous intent.Although the monk in white clasped his fists to show his favor, Shen Yan didn't appreciate it at all.

Amu didn't expect that the move of the monk in white to take off his mask would actually arouse Shen Yan's murderous intentions.

Shen Yan once said that when she first entered the Wild Soul Secret Realm, a collaborator was killed because she wanted to take off her mask, but Amu didn't pay much attention.Now it seems that this is definitely Shen Yan's taboo, and at the same time, she can understand how important it is for Shen Yan to promise herself that she will take off the mask as long as she gets the third world dream soul flower.

The monk in white didn't seem to expect that Shen Yan's reaction would be so intense, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

In fact, he didn't mean the slightest bit of profanity just now, but felt that the ghost mask was so strange that he wanted to raise his hand to pick it off.In his opinion, except for Amu, other monks are vulnerable.

But I didn't expect Shen Yan's ghost mask to be so powerful, and Shen Yan was not under the control of his spells, so he soared into the sky and sacrificed the Yin-Yang Galaxy Map.

Now when Shen Yan said that he would work with Amu to kill him, the monk in white couldn't help but sneer.Although the successor of the ghost saint is powerful, but if he wants to kill him, he may not be able to.

"Want to kill me? Cough cough cough!" The monk in white suddenly coughed violently, but when he coughed, a black phantom body appeared behind him. The black-and-white dual lens does not move at all, and is completely unaffected.

Stopping the coughing, the monk in white looked reddish, looked at Amu and Shen Yan and said, "That's just right, I'd like to see your skills!"

"Aren't the 99 fantasy bird hearts all on your body?" Amu asked, looking at the monk in white.

"Isn't the spirit of the cloud beast also with you?" The monk in white didn't answer the question, and then said calmly, "I saw that cloud beast was about to give birth that day, and I felt pity for it. I didn't kill it, so I had to trouble you!"

What this said was that Amu wanted to completely dedicate the spirit of the cloud beast to him.

The corner of Amu's mouth curled up, and he said, "From this point of view, a battle between you and me is inevitable!" At this time, there is no need to say anything more, the two of them are collecting wild soul beasts, and the purpose is naturally to resurrect wild soul beasts. We must all win the spirit of the wild soul,
"A war is inevitable!" The white-clothed monk nodded, and then turned his head to look at the Black Magic Mountain.It is gray and misty, and everything is both real and illusory.

"Everything we want is there!" The white-clothed friar's tone suddenly became erratic, as if pointing.

In fact, Amu also has doubts in his heart. This monk in white should have entered the secret realm of chaos long ago, but it seems that he still hasn't taken anything, so that he seems to be waiting for himself and others. I don't know why?

"Wang Han, don't need to say more! Kill him!" Shen Yan shouted.At the same time, without waiting for Amu's response, Shen Yan formed a seal with both hands, and a little blue light, like a faint will-o'-the-wisp, went straight to the front of the monk in white.

"Ghost fire!" The monk in white snorted coldly, then slid sideways and slid out ten feet away.At the same time, the right hand stretched out, it was a white and slender palm, with a flick of the middle finger, a little black flame shot out, directly meeting the faint blue will-o'-the-wisp.

"Pa——" two flames collided, and there was a loud noise, which actually set off a huge wave, which spread out like water patterns.

"Flame of the Devil!" Amu frowned.

This demonic flame should not be regarded as a real technique, but an instinctive supernatural power of the demon cultivator.Turn the power of one's own magic cultivation into flames, but this requires a magic cultivation that has entered the spiritual realm to perform it, and at least it should be at the middle level of the spiritual realm, that is, the high-level Dzogchen of the Supreme Spirit or the elementary level of the Holy Spirit.

With Amu's current cultivation base, although he can externalize the black flame, he still cannot cast the flame of the devil, because there is no magic power in his body.

"I don't know if this white-clothed monk has reached the realm of demonic cultivation?" Amu, who is also a demonic cultivator, has long been unable to see the cultivation level of the other party.

Amu thought in his heart, at this moment the black rattan trembled, and he had already made a move.The black cane rolled up several tens of feet of black light, and it went straight to the white-clothed monk to pull it out, with a terrifying momentum.

Seeing the black rattan, the monk in white also frowned slightly.Just now, the remnant of Amu's coffin was blown away by the brilliance of the second black and white mirror hidden between the eyebrows, because the demonic nature restrains it.

But at this time, when the black rattan came out, it gave him a feeling that was like a demon but not a demon.This black cane looks like a magic treasure, but it is somewhat different, making it difficult to figure out.

"It seems that this demon cultivator named Wang Han is also a person with a lot of history. The remnant wood of the coffin and the black rattan are both treasures against the sky!"

At this time, seeing the black cane being drawn, the white-clothed monk flew to dodge, and at the same time formed seals with empty hands.

"The vine of the devil!" The white-clothed monk stopped drinking, and several vine-like black air appeared in the void, directly wrapped around the black vines, and at the same time, the pressure of the devil was released, and came straight to Amu.

The magic vine contains the spiritual power of the devil, like the black energy contained in the strange beast bone array of the Black Demon Palace, directly entangled the black vine.

"Buzzing" whispered, the spiritual power of the demon was a great threat to the black rattan, and for a while, the black rattan couldn't break free.At the same time, as soon as the magic pressure came out, Amu felt his whole body tremble instantly, which was the gap and shackles of the level.

For ordinary monks, Amu has the advantage of being a demon cultivator, but facing a cultivator who is also a demon cultivator and is at least one level higher than himself, then the coercion is almost fatal.

The ancient desolate demon scriptures echoed in Amu's mind, and it wanted to protect Amu's spiritual consciousness.As a demon cultivator, Amu naturally knew the power of demon consciousness. If the white-clothed monk directly attacked him with magic consciousness, and if he didn't have the ancient desolate magic scripture to protect him, he was afraid that his consciousness would be cut off directly.

This is the most passive battle since Amu's debut, and he is restrained everywhere. The advantage of being a demon cultivator has almost instantly turned into a disadvantage.

The corner of the monk in white curled his mouth, and went straight to Amu.But at this moment, Shen Yan's Qing Ruyi had arrived.The sky-shattering green light went straight to the monk in white.

"Immortal treasure?" The cultivator in white sneered, then raised one hand, and a magic weapon flew out.

"Boom—" It was a magic weapon shining with blood-red light, and its shape could not be seen clearly.With a bang, the smoky Qing Ruyi was directly sent flying.

"It's not human!" The monk in white glanced at Shen Yan.

He ran to Amu again, but was stopped by Shen Yan's blow just now. When he ran to Amu, a red light flashed between Amu's eyebrows, and his body was already able to move.

"Huh?" The monk in white was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Amu to be able to break his coercion.He can see Amu's cultivation level clearly, and he is determined to practice high-level Dzogchen.Although it seems that he can break through at any time, as long as he does not generate the spiritual power of demons, then his own coercion should be Amu's absolute nemesis.

Regarding the red glow between Amu's eyebrows, he couldn't see what was going on.

"Break!" The monk in white yelled coldly, and the magic consciousness turned into a shape, like a knife or a sword, and directly attacked Amu.

Use magic sense to attack. For magic cultivators, this is the fastest and most effective way to treat monks of the same level or lower than oneself.

The realm of the monk in white is much higher than that of Amu. In theory, he can kill Amu with one blow.

But when the cultivator in white sent out his magic consciousness, he was instantly blocked.

"What's that?" Although this white-clothed monk was also a demon cultivator who had a great chance, he had never seen the ancient desolate demon scriptures.He didn't know much about the magic text.

Those ancient seal characters, Heihua circulated, tightly protected Amu's sea of ​​consciousness, so that his magic consciousness could not get any closer.Even some magic consciousness was shocked back.

"Hmph!" Amu sneered, and then a black swirl appeared in his left palm, and at the same time the Soul Gathering Bottle in the storage was opened.

"The art of soul dance!" Amu shouted in a low voice.

The wind was blowing, and the demonic energy was soaring into the sky.

The magic mist rose from Amu's left palm and the soul-gathering bottle, with a blood-red battle soul as the leader, a total of ten demon souls floating in the void.These ten demon souls all have a high fighting spirit.Thin invisible black lines connected the ten demon souls.

It was the thread of Amu's magic consciousness, but at this time, Amu added the ancient desolate demon scriptures, otherwise it would be cut off by the white monk's magic consciousness.

The ten devil souls bared their teeth and claws.The demon soul at the head is the soul of the bloody battle of the scattered soul-level monk Kuxinzi.This was the first time Amu used him, and the endless murderous and bloody aura instantly permeated the entire Wild Soul Secret Realm.

This is the remnant soul of a scattered soul cultivator, and his cultivation level at this time is still infinitely close to that of a soul-level cultivator.

Amu is finally about to use his soul dance technique, facing the magic cultivator who is higher than himself.Amu's other magical cultivation techniques are useless at all, only this soul dance technique can still fight.

Of course, Amu still has another technique available, but Amu didn't want to use it until the last moment, it was a method reserved by Amu.

At this time, Amu's demon consciousness spread out, and he connected with these demon souls, which is equivalent to having ten clones, which can be regarded as a kind of puppet technique.

When the monk in white saw that Amu suddenly summoned ten demon souls, he couldn't help but feel moved.This is a technique to control demonic souls, which is extremely rare.

Among the ten demon souls, three of them are extremely powerful.Especially the one at the head, who is full of blood, must be the soul of massacre in front of him.

"Soul-object technique?" the monk in white whispered to himself. At this time, he was surrounded by Amu's ten demon souls, but his face remained unchanged.

Miss Miao Er, Young Master Yun and others couldn't help being shocked when they saw Amu's posture. No one except Shen Yan knew that Amu could control so many demon souls.Even Shen Yan, seeing the soul of the bloody battle at this time, couldn't help being startled, besides the soul of the nine elders, Amu actually had such a powerful demon soul.

"Okay!" The monk in white glanced at the many demon souls, and then at Amu, "See how I can break your soul dance technique!"

(End of this chapter)