nine coffins

Chapter 220 The Soul Realm Cultivator of Tianhuang Gate

"Huh—" Amu's eyebrows flashed red, just like yesterday's match against Dongfang Huan.Red flames filled his body again like armor.Then, Amu mobilized his demonic power and poured all his strength into the black rattan, which rose against the wind like a pillar of the sky.

"Ugh-"

A dragon chant shocked the nine heavens.A dragon shadow, with its teeth and claws open, coiled on the pillar of the sky.

Canghai town dragon whip, this is the first time that Amu has fully summoned the dragon shadow.

"Go!" Amu shook his hand, and the black rattan flew out to meet the bloody sword.

The two techniques of the two are earth-shattering.Many Beihuang monks outside the arena can watch this kind of competition once in a lifetime, and then they can't experience and pursue that kind of state in a lifetime.

In the hundreds of feet of void, the Blood Desolation Sword and the Black Rattan finally confronted each other head-on this time.

"Boom-"

"Crack-knock-"

Clouds of mushroom clouds rose upward.The high-level Immortal Treasure Ink Sword shattered directly, but the fragments disappeared in an instant, and the seven-level protective formation of the Northern Cold Sect was completely scattered.

In an instant, the ear drums of the monks in the Northern Wilderness were ringing, and some even became temporarily deaf, and could only see the doomsday scene in the void.

The sky is full of red and black, covering the sun.The flowing soul power and spiritual energy continuously flashed arcs in the void.The sky above the entire Tongtian Peak is filled with death and darkness.

The red and black awns, the brilliance of the sun.The Northern Cold Sect's seventh-level mountain protection array collapsed!

This day will definitely be recorded in the history of Beihanzong's cultivation of immortals forever.The highest protection of the Northern Cold Formation is the ninth level, but now, except for the painstaking child, no one can activate the ninth level of protection, and the seventh level is already the highest level.

But the seven layers of defense can be said to be vulnerable in the face of soul-level battles.

Among the red and black lights, there are two figures.One black and one white, soaring up from the mushroom cloud at the same time.

Goodbye, Qingkui was expressionless, but a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly stood upright and stood upright in the void again, with his hands forming a pilgrimage-like seal on his chest.

Qing Kui's indifferent face showed an extremely pious and solemn expression, which did not appear when he paid homage to Murong Huang.

At this moment, Qing Kui didn't look like he was doing a seal, but like performing some kind of mysterious sacrifice, begging for an unknown powerful force.

Suddenly, two streams of gray air escaped from the back of Qing Kui's head, and then directly penetrated into Qing Kui's nostrils.A strange force spread out in an instant.This force once again gave Amu a feeling of deja vu.

"Not good!" Amu's expression changed suddenly, because just a moment ago, he suddenly remembered what that familiar feeling was.

That was the aura emitted by Mr. Na Wen when he blew himself up in the secret realm of the wild soul.Those two strands of gray air are the air of chaos, one of the most ancient and mysterious breaths among the Three Realms.

"Aura of chaos!" At this moment, the inheritance of the God of War King played a role.This is a breath from the ancient times.

Goodbye, Amu's eyes flickered, and his temperament changed instantly.

At the same time, Amu quickly formed a seal on his chest. This seal is different from any seals that Amu has learned before. It is not the technique of the Northern Cold School, nor is it the technique passed down by painstaking efforts, and it is not even the ancient magic scripture. spell.

Because, this method does not belong to the sea and desert world at all, it comes from the ancient gods.

Seal of God!Gather the divine power of heaven and earth, and integrate the essence of Haoyu.

After changing three printing methods in a row, a colorful light rose from the top of Amu's head.The appearance of this technique is completely different from that of the Ancient Desolate Demonic Sutra practiced by Amu, but it can be activated by Amu's demon spirit.

This is exactly the secret skill of the gods that Amu only used when he was facing the magic cultivator Xiao Luo - the Great Killing Technique of All Gods.

This Myriad Gods Massacre Technique is the secret technique of the God of War clan, and its power is boundless.The king of Dacheng used this technique to kill immortals and gods, and it was called Wanshen Great Killing Technique.

This technique is divided into three levels and nine levels.Shenzhe, Shenji, and Shenmie, each realm has three levels: upper, middle and lower.

Now, with Amu Lingsheng's mid-level Dzogchen cultivation base, he can only display the upper-level divine cracking state.And Shenji, the two realms of God's Extinction, have been sealed by the inheritance of the God of War King, and even now that Amu is already a middle-level spiritual saint, he has not yet opened it.You can see how powerful it is.

From the point of view of technique alone, this is the most powerful technique that Amu has mastered so far.If only from the perspective of killing power, it even surpassed Amu's technique of banning pictures.

Among the colorful lights of Amu, there is a faint aura of spirit, majestic and majestic.The colorful lights continued to spread, and the red and black void seemed to be infected, and the colorful blur in the void was truly psychedelic and beautiful.

The breath of God illuminates the world. At this moment, Amu is dressed in white, and his body emits colorful rays of light.Where is the breath of a half demon cultivator?
In the confrontation between Amu and Qingkui just now, the panicked Beihuang monks were all infected by him, and their minds were at peace.

It's just that at this moment, Amu in their eyes is like a god like a demon!

But at this moment, as soon as Qing Kui's chaotic energy came out, his combat power was even higher than that of Fuhunzi back then.

"Let this old man fight with you!" Qing Kui's tone changed completely, it was not the tone he spoke to Murong Huang just now, or it could be said that Qing Kui had changed to another person at this moment.

Amu finally heard that the voice did not come from Qing Kui's mouth, but from the back of his head.

"The Eight Extremes of Desolation!" Qing Kui's eyes showed a strange look, and his beard and hair were all stretched out.

"Huh?" At this moment, Murong Huang suddenly realized that something was wrong, Qing Kui seemed to be about to run away.Because this type of technique should never be used, but it is too late.

Qing Kui exuded a fierce aura of barrenness all over his body, and then completely transformed into surging power.

This aura of desolation is ancient and mysterious, and its power is extremely powerful.

In an instant, the colorful light and the air of chaos collided together.

Almost no one could see the scene after that, because everyone was protecting and dodging.Although Amu Qingkui and Amu Qingkui did not perform indiscriminate attacks, the aftermath was enough to instantly kill monks below the spiritual realm.

The mushroom cloud just now has not dissipated, and now a new and bigger mushroom cloud is rising.

However, this time there are still all kinds of rays of light filling the sky, like huge fireworks exploding in the void, magnificent, strange and full of murderous intent.

Fortunately, this collision happened at a height of one hundred feet, otherwise the Qingshi square of His Royal Highness Beihan would be directly destroyed, and it would not be possible to repair it.

The great skill of the barren versus the secret skill of the god king, this duel is absolutely extraordinary.

This is an absolute top battle at the level of soul cultivation!At this moment, the entire Northern Wilderness was shaken.

The moment the Ten Thousand Gods Killing Technique and the Baji of Desolation appeared, the avatar of Kuxinzi who was sitting in the north of the Northern Desolation and the North Peak had already sensed it.

He opened his eyes slightly, a trace of helplessness flashed across his face, and he let out a long sigh:
"It's too wild! It's been more than 8000 years, and it's come back, why is this? It's a catastrophe!"

At the same time, Kuxinzi raised his head and stared intently at the north of Hanyuan.There is one of the seven great fairy gates of the sea wasteland, the extremely mysterious arctic fairy sea.

There are lakes, islands, ice palaces, and bamboo forests!
In just a moment, on the endless cold plain north of Zhenbei Peak.In the void, two white shadows seemed to come from the sword.

The speed of these two figures was extremely fast, and there was constant wind and snow all year round on the cold plain.This is the void where immortals once fought, and I don't know how much cold and poisonous power there is. It is almost impossible for ordinary monks to control their swords in this space.

However, the two people in the void were not affected at all. In the wind and snow, two phantoms of white lines were left directly behind them.

"Disciple of the Arctic Xianhai, follow the suzerain's decree to kill the remnants of Taihuang! I hope that the painstaking senior will let him go!"

The two white lines did not stagnate at all, but this voice came from the void.

Kuxinzi looked up, smiled wryly, didn't say much, just raised one hand.

All of this was within his expectation, how could the Arctic Immortal Sea, which had been sitting in the Northern Frost Sect, sit idly by when the Qi of Taihuang appeared in the Northern Cold Sect?
Goodbye, the thick fog of the Northern Cold School that never disperses all year round suddenly dispersed a passage the moment Ku Xinzi raised his hand.

"Thank you, senior!" The voice echoed in the void, and the two white lines passed through the fog directly, and then the thick black fog closed again.

At the same time, Qing Kui and Amu were blasted out of the Beihan Zong Tongtian Peak at the same time under the endless rays of light.

That Qing Kui flew out, and then fell directly from the void, while Amu retreated repeatedly in the void, but he seemed to be able to control his figure.

"Boom—" Qing Kui's body fell abruptly on the bluestone square, and several pieces of bluestone were smashed into pieces.

Between Qing Kui's mouth and nose, there are black bloodstains, it is not known whether it is dead or alive.

And Amu barely landed on the bluestone square, and the red armor around him was unharmed.But seeing Amu's face pale as paper.

"Wow—" Amu spat out a mouthful of blood like an arrow, obviously also seriously injured.

But one fell and the other stood, and the battle seemed to have been won.

The smoke cleared.

Goodbye, His Highness Beihan, except for two people who did not move, the rest of the people, including the monks of the three great immortal sects, retreated an unknown distance.Ordinary Northern Wilderness cultivators were devastated by the aftermath.

As for the two people who did not move at all, one was Li Xuezhu, the master of the Jiangxue Pavilion, a mid-level monk of the Holy Spirit, who completely withstood the aftermath of the attack by relying on his powerful cultivation.However, her face is not very good-looking.

And the other one who didn't move was actually Murong Huang of Tian Huang Sect.Such a mortal did not move at all, and his expression was extremely calm.

Goodbye, on the middle finger of his right hand, the extremely simple gray ring exudes an extremely soft purple light, enveloping him.

It seems that it must be this treasure that makes him so calm.

"Trash!" Murong Huang watched Qing Kui fall to the ground, couldn't help but sneered.Murong Huang didn't care about Qing Kui's life or death, but was extremely dissatisfied with Qing Kui's performance.

Especially the "Eight Extremes of Desolation" just now, if Murong Huang's prediction is not bad, it may cause big trouble soon.

This time the competition of the three factions seems to be returning in vain!
(End of this chapter)