In the north of the northern cold, there is no fog, and the sight is endless.

Amu's back gradually disappeared. On the snow, there was a series of footprints of different shades. Amu is a mortal who walks towards the Northern Han Sect.

Perhaps, the cold snow can make Amu temporarily calm the magic in his heart.

Xing Fei's eyes gradually calmed down, and then disappeared in an instant. No one knows what Xing Fei is going to do.

Bai Mang, Qingguang! Amu didn't ask, but he understood that a character like Xing Fei would always appear at the most critical moment.

Both of them are gone.

However, at this time, no one seems to be paying attention. In the midst of the wind and snow, there was actually a figure. Dressed in black, red-haired, looming in the wind and snow.

There was a sneer of disdain on his face, and then gradually, it turned into nothingness.

............

The Northern Han Sect now has only three peaks and four caves, with a total of seven veins. Just because, the two peaks of Zhenbei and Tianzang are no longer among them. The north fog of the town, the heavenly hidden fairy light, each closed, is a strange place in the north.

Amu walked slowly, and the wind and snow were silent. At this time, there was a birdsong in the void, quite loud.

It was the snowbird that went to the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms that flew overhead and went straight to the northern cold. Then, just for a moment, I saw the direction of the northern cold, and the clouds and mist suddenly rose.

Above the peaks, more than a dozen figures, coming from the wind and clouds.

Amu smiled faintly, already recognizing several of them.

The leader is none other than Han Qianli, the former sect leader of the Northern Han Sect, and there are Bai Yifeng behind him, the current sect leader Su Xin, as well as Tianzifeng Ziyun, Li Ruo and other important figures in the Northern Han.

Time flies. Amu has been away from the northern cold for 600 years.

Six hundred years is not a long time for a monk of the level of the Northern Han Sect, but it is not too short.

back then. At the time of Amu's time, many monks who entered before and after, some of them could not reach the spirit and the spirit saint, and they had already fallen. And now, there are only one or two people who are qualified to greet Amu.

The big waves wash the sand, and everything is the same.

Moment. Han Qianli and the others had already landed not far from Amu.

"Disciple Amu, I have seen the sect master and the first seat. Everyone!" Amu bowed first, bowed in the direction of the cold thousands of miles, and bowed deeply.

Heavenly Immortal Ninefold Dà Complete!

If it is a single realm, Amu and Han Qianli and others. It's not the same level of existence anymore. But that old friendship. Naturally, there is a constant abandonment.

Amu's gift made everyone in Beihan overwhelmed with joy and sorrow. At this time, there is no one who can see Amu's realm, but there is no need to say more.

Amu's realm is naturally far superior to them. In that year, Brahma fought a war. Amu is already a storm calamity.

Han Qianli and the others naturally couldn't accept the salute calmly. But. Amu claims to be disciples, and they can't do it according to the realm level. Otherwise, Amu Nai is a level of the ancestor, and he can only bow down and return the salute, and his heart is at ease.

"Amu-" Han Qianli looked at Amu. Thinking back to the past, I am full of emotion.

"Sect Master, Amu is late to come back!"

"You can come back, the painstaking ancestor is enough to comfort!" Han Qianli sighed.

"Bai Shouza, Senior Sister Ziyun!" Amu greeted Bai Yifeng and Ziyun respectively.

Bai Yifeng is now a retreat elder of the Northern Han Sect. Ziyun is still the first seat of Tianzi Peak. Bai Yifeng is already a high-level soul cultivator. Ziyun is already the primary stage of soul cultivation.

"Senior Sister Liruo!" Amu finally looked at Riruo.

If the pear is dressed in green clothes, it is as elegant as ever. In fact, such a cultivation is already quite difficult for the Sea Desolate Cultivator.

Li Ruo is the first person in the Beihan generation. However, in Amu's view, it is still insufficient. For Liruo is a woman who is out of water.

"Senior Brother Amu-" Liruo looked at Amu and stopped talking.

Amu smiled, naturally understanding what Pear wanted to ask.

"Senior Sister Liruo, Senior Brother Lishui has a great opportunity to go to the fairy land to practice. After a qiē is complete, you will return, you must rest assured, it will not be too long. ”

"Hmm!" Riruo smiled faintly and didn't ask anything. However, there was still a subtle gloom flashing in his eyes. Who doesn't look forward to the reunion of their beloved?

Amu sighed slightly in his heart, but he couldn't say anything to comfort him for the time being.

"Su Xin, I've seen my predecessors!" At this time, Su Xin, the sect leader of the Northern Han, came over to give Amu another salute. Back then, it can be said that Amu guided Su Xin, worshiped the Northern Han Sect, and became a disciple of Lishui.

"Well, that's good!" Amu looked at Su Xin and nodded. In the past 400 years, the initial stage of soul cultivation has been perfected. Su Xin's qualifications are really good.

Greetings from everyone, not one by one.

Finally, Amu looked at Han Qianli.

"Sect Master, who snatched the remnant soul of the demon lang, and who killed the bitter heart?"

"Alas!" Han Qianli sighed, and with a shake of his hand, it was a jade slip. Among them, it is a qiē mirror image that happened that day.

Black-robed, a fat man, a dwarf.

In the mirror image, the Arctic fairy and the painstaking son are like ants. At this time, Amu Fang knew that it was not only the bitter son who died, but also the Arctic Immortal who was kind to him.

"It's too desolate, the giant gate!" Amu sneered, "It's another account, Amu I've written it down!"

The names of the Seven Star Monarchs, many of the people present had heard of them, and their faces couldn't help but change slightly.

Ten thousand years ago, the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower washed the Ten Thousand Barren Valley. Nearly 400 years ago, the Taihuang Dongshan made a comeback, but the two great wars of Brahma and Heishui almost destroyed the gates of the sea wilderness.

Now, the dead star monarchs of Lu Cun and Jumen are actually facing the sea wilderness again, which can't help but make him creepy. It's too desolate to kill?

"Amu, what kind of cultivation are they?" After all, Han Qianli is a demon servant, and he has seen the wind and waves, but his face is still calm.

"Heavenly Immortal!" Amu only said two words, not a few words.

Because, he knew that the Heavenly Immortal was too far away for the Northern Han Monk. That is, ants and goshawks, two worlds entirely.

Sure enough, as soon as the word "Heavenly Immortal" came out, all the monks of the Northern Han Sect, including Han Qianli and Liruo, were silent. Because, for them, Xuan Xian is a legend.

"Amu, how are they better than you?" Han Qianli asked again. At this time, everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Amu. This is probably what they wanted to ask but did not dare to ask.

"Hehe!" Amu sneered, raised his hand to erase the mirror image, "I can turn my hand and let the two of them never recover!"

Uh-

In an instant, everyone's expressions changed again. Just after hearing that the Taihuang Xingjun was a Heavenly Immortal, the people of the Northern Han Sect almost felt a sense of despair.

Immortals, how to suppress it?

However, Amu's words shocked them even more. It's just that in this shock, there are more surprises and encouragements.

Amu, you can destroy two people with a flip. What is that?

Anyone who knows Amu knows that Amu is definitely not a knack.

Indeed, if Amu is really right, Lu Cun and Jumen, don't use the treasures of all bodies at all, just relying on the cultivation of the Heavenly Immortals Nine Folds is enough to crush a qiē.

However, since Amu achieved the Ninefold Consummation of Heavenly Immortals, he has not had such an opportunity.

Whew――

In an instant, Amu could almost feel the mood of the people of the Northern Han Sect relaxing.

"This is not a place to speak. Amu, let's go back to the mountain!" The others also nodded. Beihan has such a monk, which can be described as glorious for ten thousand years.

Wang Jue, he sent a thousand miles of creation back then, absolutely yes!

"Okay!" Amu took a deep breath and looked at the Northern Han Peaks, "This time, I will personally sweep the tombs of the Ice Fairy and Senior Sister Ziyu!" (To be continued......)