nine coffins

Chapter 273

"What a powerful monk! Come again!" The ghost general 33 was full of arrogance, and seemed a little unwilling.With a shake of the halberd in his hand, he stepped on the black mist.This time he took the initiative to attack. The black halberd drew a circular arc in the void, with a long tail, it smashed Huashan with all its strength, and came straight to Amu.

As soon as Amu's mind moved, the black rattan swirled in the void, and then directly met the black halberd.

"Boom——" It was another head-to-head confrontation, and two air currents exploded in the void.

The result is the same as before, no difference.The ghost retreated back again, breathing out a breath of black air.

The ghost will not accept, if so three.However, he didn't take advantage of it.

In fact, the result of such a competition is already a disadvantage for the ghost general.You know, Amu took a lot of time, standing with his hands behind his back, just using the power of the devil to control the black rattan.And the ghost general was holding a long halberd in both hands, fighting with all his strength.

Which one is better than which one is worse is self-evident.

"Happy! Haha!" The ghost general laughed, "In terms of strength, I am not as good as you. Let's try magic again!"

After saying that, the ghost will suddenly sacrifice the long halberd to the void.The long halberd stood in the void like a pillar of the sky.

The endless death energy in the void gathered around the halberd, gradually condensing into an extremely thick cloud.

The dark wind howled, and the death was heavy.

click-

A black lightning flashed across the void, and a more powerful thunder was brewing.

Goodbye to that ghost general with a solemn expression, changing several seal formulas in his hand, urging the spell.

"Ghost lightning!" The ghost general shouted.

In the clouds, a long black dragon roared.That black lightning, like an elf in the dark night, fell from the sky straight to Amu.

However, Amu, who was also standing in the void, looked at the black lightning, but couldn't help but sneered.

It's no wonder that Amu sneered, think about it, if anyone has experienced the nine-fold thunder calamity in the Arctic Fairy Sea and the seven-color auspicious clouds, who would care about this dark lightning from the underworld?
Who would care about the waves in the small lake once the sea was in the sea?

Amu didn't even hide, just in case, the remnant wood in the coffin was summoned again by him.

The Buddha's light and the magic glow complement each other, and black and white are intertwined, forming two defenses around Amu's body.

Especially for the ancient wood rosary, when Amu saw the black lightning falling, Amu's mind moved, and a Buddha's light rose directly.

boom--

The black lightning is the condensation of death and resentment from the Netherworld, and the Buddha's light and compassionate power on the ancient wooden rosary is their nemesis.

The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and is willing to save all living beings.

Therefore, the ghostly lightning of the ghost general may be a call of death to other monks, and it is a deadly power, but it is basically useless to Amu who has an ancient wooden rosary on his head.

As soon as the Buddha's light appeared, it collided with the black lightning, and the black lightning disappeared with a bang.

Not only that, the Buddha's light shot straight into the sky, and the condensed clouds in the sky were also directly melted by that Buddha's light.

"Oh!" The ghost general looked up and couldn't help thinking that it was terrible.

Over the years, what kind of people the Immortal Ghost Sect has offended, and why the monks who came here are more powerful than each other, and the magic weapon in their hands is even more invincible.

This monk claimed to be the direct disciple of the white-clothed monk who was trapped on Huangquan Road, but now it seems that these methods are far superior to the trapped monk.

That is the pure Buddha light, and it is the endless power of vows blessed by the great power of the Buddha world.

Originally, the rosary beads were floating on top of Amu's head, and he didn't feel anything, but at this moment, the rosary beads were brilliant, and for a moment, even he, who is the righteous god of the ghost world, couldn't help but feel a throbbing in his heart.

"What a powerful Buddha treasure!" Nether Ghost General praised in his heart.

"What else is there, just use it, and follow it up next time!" Amu said.

"Hehe!" The Nether Ghost General laughed, "I will cast another spell, if you can break through, then I will send you back to the foot of the Nether Mountain, and the contract between my Nether Realm and the Immortal Ghost Sect will be fulfilled."

"But it doesn't matter!" Amu said lightly.

"Refreshing!" The ghost general said loudly.

At this time, goodbye to the ghost general, suddenly his hands formed seals on his chest, and the shadows of his hands changed, which was extremely complicated.Amu has never seen the technique of the underworld.

Following the casting of the Taoist technique, behind the ghostly ghost general, there were gusts of dark wind and little will-o'-the-wisps.

In the void, black shadows suddenly appeared, and the black shadows continued to increase, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

Ghost Soldier!Those black shadows gradually solidified.

Amu watched intently, and it turned out that behind the Ghost General, flags and banners were flying, and the ghost fog was thick.

It was densely packed Nether ghost soldiers, tens of thousands of them.

"Presumably you also know that there are [-] ghost generals in the Netherworld, each with [-] ghost soldiers! Today, I will sacrifice [-] elite soldiers to fight you! How about it?"

The ghost general held a black halberd and stood in front of the [-] elite ghost soldiers. His cloak was windless and automatic, majestic and majestic.

Behind him, [-] ghost soldiers lined up neatly, with bright armor, each holding a long halberd, and all wearing ghost masks.

Ghost flags from all walks of life are hunting and scrolling.Thick dead air spread among the ten thousand ghost soldiers.

That is the absolute master of death. Any monk, even in the underworld, would never dare to underestimate those ghost soldiers.

You know, this is the ghost world, basically there is no aura that ordinary monks need.In the underworld, these ghost soldiers are absolutely immortal. As long as the underworld is not destroyed, the ghost soldiers can be reborn at will.

"One hundred thousand ghost soldiers, only ten thousand elite!"

Amu understood that this ghost general was not a monk of the Immortal Ghost Sect after all.The Nether World and the Immortal Ghost Sect are just a contractual relationship of cooperation, so this ghost general did not use his full strength to him, which can be regarded as being merciful.

If this ghost fights desperately, I'm afraid I will be in great trouble, after all, this is his territory.

As long as this level is passed, there will be only the last level, Naihe Bridge.

Amu's mind is clear, looking at the uniform death master at this time, Amu knows that if he only relies on the ancient wooden rosary, he may have to spend some troubles.

For group attacks, the best way to respond is of course to respond with group attacks.

Thinking of this, the purple light on the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet on Amu's left arm flashed, and there were a total of three soul-gathering bottles, and nearly a thousand souls flew out. Most of these souls were gifted by Shen Yan back then.

It's just that, compared to Amu today, these souls are not at a high level.Among these souls, the highest level is bitter heart son's bloody battle soul.That is an existence at the level of soul cultivation, no less than the ancient war spirit.

At the same time, a red light flashed between Amu's eyebrows, and then a black light rolled, and twenty wild and war spirits guarded Amu behind him.

Roughly estimated, there are thousands of souls standing here, headed by the twenty desolate ancient battle spirits and the bloody battle spirit of Bitter Son.

Although these souls are not as uniform and murderous as those ghost soldiers, but these souls were monks before they were alive.A large part of them have retained the original spells.

Therefore, in terms of combat power, these souls of Amu are even better, not to mention the soul of the bloody battle and the soul of the ancient war.

As soon as these souls of Amu came out, the ghost general was shocked.

"What kind of cultivator are you? You can control so many souls!" The Nether Ghost General said loudly.

"Loose Cultivator Wang Han!" Amu smiled faintly.

"Tao, Buddha, demons, and ghosts, the four paths are one?" There was too much inconceivability in the voice of the Nether Ghost General.

The magic cultivator and the Buddha beads should originally belong to the two realms of magic and Buddha.At this time, these more than 1000 souls are clearly ghosts.

Although ghost generals generally cannot walk in the yang world, they have seen many dead souls of monks in the underworld. It is normal for some monks to be proficient in two spells.

However, he has never seen a monk who can understand the four schools of magic, Taoism, Buddha, devil, and ghost for thousands of years.

What kind of person is the monk in front of him?What kind of physique?

"Just a little understanding!" Amu said calmly.In fact, he himself can't figure out himself, and many magic weapons and spells are caused by chance.

At this time, I saw Amu's hands forming seals on his chest, and at the same time shouted: "Thousand soul dance!"

Thousand Soul Dance is a technique passed on to Amu by the painstaking son in black. Originally, this technique required extremely high spiritual consciousness.At this time, although Yi Amu's powerful magic sense can be used with difficulty, the power will definitely be greatly reduced.

However, there are two treasures on Amu, which make this soul dance technique extremely simple for Amu.

One is the ancient lamp of the soul of war.With this ancient lamp, Amu can summon the ancient battle spirit, and there is no need to sacrifice it at all.The second is the spirit of the wild soul.At the beginning, the purpose of Amu entering the wild soul secret realm was to obtain the essence of the wild soul and practice the Dafa of all souls.

It's just that time has passed, and Amu, who owns the ancient lamp of the soul of war, no longer intentionally collects and refines the soul.The Ten Thousand Souls Dance can only be discussed later.

However, against the [-] elite ghost soldiers of the Nether Ghost General today, Amu's Thousand Soul Dance can already handle it.

"Kill!" At this moment, the Nether Ghost General shouted, and made a move with the black halberd in his hand.

Those ghost soldiers are worthy of the Nether elite.He is definitely well-trained on weekdays, and the ghost will give an order.

I only heard thunder and drums bursting, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The momentum of tens of thousands of ghost soldiers was astonishing, and they went straight to kill Amu.The billowing black smoke, not even the Buddha's light above Amu's head, could dissipate it.

The dancing halberd unleashes endless power of the netherworld, rolling up a wave of death.

"Kill!" Amu also yelled.

The more than a thousand souls around him also rushed into the ghost camp with great momentum.

Ghost soldiers form an array, and the layout is well-organized, which is the way of the military strategist.

And Amu's thousand souls are connected with each other through Amu. Although they may not have the art of war, the cooperation is extremely tacit.

The most important thing is that among Amu's thousand souls, there are soul-level battle spirits and many spirit-level battle spirits.

A battle spirit of this level is definitely not something that ordinary ghost soldiers can stop.Nether ghost soldiers, if they were in the yang world, are roughly equivalent to those who are determined to cultivate.

And if it is really in the Yangshi, let alone [-], it is [-] million, and it is impossible to fight against many soul-level monks, because it is not a level of battle at all.

However, this is the Netherworld.If Amu didn't control the same dead souls, it would be really difficult to deal with these ten thousand ghost soldiers.

At this time, the bloody fighting spirit of Kuxinzi and the twenty wild souls fighting like tigers into a herd of sheep, fighting all the way.Wherever they go, there will be clouds of green smoke.Those ghost soldiers can't fight against him at all.

(End of this chapter)