nine coffins

Chapter 219 The Soul Realm Cultivator of Tianhuang Gate

"It's really a demon cultivator! The mid-level Lingsheng is perfect! And he is also a very murderous person! Hehe! This old man is not in vain!" Qingkui's tone suddenly had something different from just now, and There was also an inexplicable look in the eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"This Qingkui can actually see his own realm!" Amu's heart moved, and Qingkui's performance was completely different just now, his tone of voice and expression were extremely weird.

But without waiting to think about it at this moment, Amu shook one hand, and in his hand, the black cane drew out a ten-foot-long tail, and went straight to Qing Kui to sweep it.

When dealing with the soul realm, Amu naturally didn't want to wait for the opponent to make the first move.

Amu's move seems simple, but don't forget that this is a mid-level Lingsheng Dzogchen demon cultivator attacking with a peerless magic treasure whose level is not yet known.

The black light soared into the sky, rolling up endless murderous aura, accompanied by a slight dragon chant, flying sand and rocks, and swept directly towards Qing Kui.

Just this violent move is enough to instantly kill all monks below Lingsheng.

At this time, for the first time, the people outside the Northern Wilderness really experienced the power of the Northern Cold Demon Cultivator.It seems that in the battle against Dongfang Huan yesterday, Amu definitely did not try his best.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the dark rattan-like object, no one in the Northern Wilderness knows what level of magic weapon it is.

But yesterday, even if Dongfang Huanxian Bao Feijian made a move, Amu didn't use the black cane, so it can be seen that its power is definitely higher than that of the fairy-level flying sword.

"Well?"

The black-robed Qingkui didn't seem to have thought that Amu would have such power once he made a move.Although he was a big realm higher than Amu, he could really feel the power of that black glow.

What kind of magic weapon is this?Even Qing Kui doesn't know it.

Qing Kui hurriedly dispersed his soul pressure, almost imprisoning the surrounding space.At the same time, I saw him poking behind his back with one hand.

"Shh-"

On the entire Tongtian Peak, a black lightning suddenly lit up.

Goodbye, an ink-colored long sword glowing with black brilliance flew out of the sheath directly from the back of the black-robed Qingkui like a dragon emerging from water.

With the awn tail tens of feet long, it swirled in the void, forming a huge black circle.

At the same time, a jet-black sword light pierced down from the sky, directly meeting the black glow swept out by Amu's black vine.

"Boom—" the black air dispersed like clouds and waves.

It was the first time the two auras collided, and they were evenly divided.

"What kind of sword is that?" Everyone outside the venue was surprised.

The black long sword Heihua circulated, full of murderous aura, as if it came from the underworld, it must be a peerless magic weapon.

"High-level fairy treasure!" Amu held a black rattan, and he could tell the level of the black long sword at a glance.

On the deserted sea, Amu, who can hold a high-level fairy treasure, has only seen people from the Yun family and the Miao family.You must know that high-level immortal treasures are definitely top-level existences even in the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Sea Desolation.

High-level fairy treasures will not easily appear in the world. Amu thought that Dongfang Huan's azure blue fairy sword yesterday was the ultimate magic weapon in this competition, but he didn't expect that a mountain is higher than a mountain.

A mid-level soul cultivator with a high-level immortal treasure in his hand?How could this be the power that Tianhuangmen should have?
In the first round, both sides were tempted, almost on par.However, the bluestone square that was just repaired last night showed a crack several feet long.

Such a result shocked Amu's heart.

If Dongfang Huan appeared as the lord of the Blood Moon Palace in Jiangxue Pavilion, Amu would still understand.But Murong Huang's ability to summon a mid-level soul cultivator holding a high-level immortal treasure so easily was far beyond Amu's imagination.

What is the significance of these three factions?

Tianhuang Sect doesn't need anyone else, as long as Qingkui is holding the immortal treasure and Amu is not around, then the Northern Cold Sect will be wiped out. Definitely not Qing Kui's opponent.

You must know that the Ninth Elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect swept Beihan by himself, and no one could beat him. If it weren't for the hardworking son in black, the Beihan Sect would have changed hands long ago.

Thinking of this, Amu suddenly felt a chill behind him.

If this Murong Huang did not use this method of competition but did it secretly, then he could have wiped out the Northern Cold Sect with just a flip of his palm.

But Murong Huang didn't do that, why?Could it be that Murong Huang knew that there was an old monster at the level of scattered souls sitting on the North Peak of the Northern Cold Sect?Or did Murong Huang have other plans?
This Murong Huang is too confusing, what is the purpose of everything he does?
For a moment, Amu's thoughts were like lightning, but he couldn't figure it out.The only thing Amu can do now is to find a way to defeat Qing Kui.

Therefore, the black cane in Amu's hand danced like a wheel, and went straight to Qingkui again.

Soul-level versus Lingsheng, this Qingkui has an obvious advantage.The black rattan in Amu's hand is powerful, and the ink sword in Qing Kui's hand is not weak either.Although Amu attacked first, it was still difficult to keep up with Qing Kui's speed.

And several times, Amu wanted to use the black cane to break the ink sword, but Qing Kui would never touch Amu's black cane head-on with the sword in his hand.

It seems that Qing Kui has good eyesight, and he has already seen the power of the black rattan in Amu's hand.

At this time, a strange light flashed in Qing Kui's eyes, and then he raised his left index finger, and a gray vortex appeared directly on his fingertips.

An extremely powerful force is constantly gathering and coagulating.

"Desolate finger!" Qing Kui shouted violently.

That finger went straight to Amu's point, and saw that the vortex on the fingertip was getting bigger and bigger, forming a gray whirlwind in an instant.

The power of the entire void is mobilized, this is the ability of a soul-level monk.He can use his soul power to mobilize the general trend of the world and use it for himself.

At this time, the gray vortex was like a huge wormhole, trying to swallow Amu.

The endless soul pressure did cause a lot of trouble for Amu.

At this moment, Amu missed the remnants of the coffin very much.If there was that residual tree, Amu would not have to pay attention to any soul pressure.

If it wasn't for the magic body, if it wasn't for the protection of the magic body, Amu at this time would not be qualified to fight a soul-level monk at all.

Even so, Amu's actions were still influenced and restricted by Qing Kui's soul pressure.

Amu retreated sharply, but his speed was far faster than Shang Qingkui's forward speed.

A white shadow is like a line, and a vortex is like a wheel.Amu and Qing Kui rushed out of the void in an instant.

The black rattan in his hand wanted to suppress Qing Kui's ink sword, but Amu couldn't use the black rattan to break away the Huang Mingzhi.

With a thought, the imprint of the ancient lamp of the soul of war reappeared on the center of Amu's eyebrows.At this time, Amu only used his second treasure.

I saw a bloody red glow shooting out from the center of Amu's brow.

"Boom—" The cloud rose, and this red glow was even more violent than the one for Dongfang Huan yesterday.No one knows what kind of treasure is hidden between Amu's eyebrows, or a very special technique has been used.

The gray vortex that was still aggressive just now was directly scattered by the red light of the ancient war spirit lamp, and the power of the ancient war spirit lamp remained undiminished.

That Qing Kui had to step back sharply, drawing dozens of sword arcs in succession with the black long sword in his hand, as dense as a net, to completely seal the red glow.

"It's amazing!" Qing Kui stared blankly at Amu's brow, but he could only see a flame pattern on Amu's brow, and he couldn't see anything else.

"What kind of technique is this?" Qing Kui said suddenly, his tone becoming strange again.

"Divine art!" Amu sneered.In fact, Amu's answer is not a complete nonsense.

There is nothing wrong with the inheritance of the god king of war of the ancient god race, the so-called divine art.

The red glow on the center of Amu's eyebrows flashed again, and another red glow went straight to Qingkui.

"Divine technique?" Qing Kui asked in surprise.

At the same time, seeing the red light coming again, Qing Kui hurriedly dodged and disappeared in place.

The teleportation of the soul is almost a hundred miles in an instant.

boom--

Amuna's red light flew over the Qingshi Square and directly hit a cliff on Tongtian Peak.

The rocks flew randomly, and half of the cliffs were directly crushed by Amu's red light, while the remaining half of the cliffs were actually in a half-melted state.

Round and round heat waves, scattered with the wind.

This time, everyone gasped, even the members of the Northern Cold Sect didn't know what Amu's technique was.

The highest mystery of the Northern Cold School is the Northern Cold Holy Soul Art that has been lost for 7000 years, and now Lishui is practicing in seclusion.Even if Amu practiced the Beihan Holy Soul Jue, he would never have such a domineering technique when he took Amu away with painstaking efforts.

This kind of cultivation method is not the method of Beihan Sect at all.

And just now Qingkui was able to take over this pose, which is enough to show the strength of the soul-level monk.

But at this time, Amu smiled wryly.Using the Ancient War Soul Lamp in this way is not an indiscriminate attack. Soul-level monks can completely dodge it with their cultivation, and it doesn't seem to have much effect.

Moreover, after all, there must be some restrictions on Tongtian Peak, otherwise he and Qing Kui opened up, and although the entire Tongtian Peak would not be razed to the ground, it would not be much better.

Moreover, there are also disciples of their respective sects here.

As soon as the War Soul Ancient Lamp came out, I'm afraid it would directly destroy Tongtian Peak.This time the battle was a little different from the one outside Liu Town, that time there was no one in a hundred miles.

Amu didn't continue to urge the ancient lamp of the battle spirit, but waited for the opportunity to strive for a sure hit.

Seeing that Qing Kui showed his figure in the void, he sacrificed the ink sword in the void.Then I stood upright in the void, and quickly formed a seal with my hands on my chest.

A set of dazzling seal formulas, a bloody murderous aura surged, and Qing Kui's whole body was suddenly filled with the smell of bloody murder.And the black fairy sword buzzed and hummed, and its color changed suddenly, as if it was coated with a layer of blood.

"The Sword of Blood Desolation!" Qing Kui shouted again.

Goodbye, the ink sword was already blood red, as if it had been soaked in a blood pool for thousands of years, thousands of creatures seemed to be reflected in the sword light, and there were faint hissing sounds.

The color of this sword reminded Amu of the blood river under Nanyuan, the secret realm of the wild soul.This ink sword must have absorbed countless blood and dead souls, otherwise it would be extremely difficult to form such a blood killing aura.

And as soon as the Blood Desolation Sword came out, Amu immediately caught a very familiar feeling.But I just can't remember when I felt this way.

(End of this chapter)