The sea wilderness, thousands of miles north of the cold plain, the holy mountain of the Three Realms is like the pillar of optimus, straight into the sky.

On the opposite side of a high peak, the wind and snow are miserable, and the cold fog is dispersed. In the wind and snow, above the peak, a woman in purple sat quietly. Not far in front of her, there was an abyss, a white dragon-like iron cable, whispering in the wind.

A faint purple glow shone on the purple-clothed woman, and it was an extremely strange magic light.

The woman in purple was within a radius of three zhang, without the slightest wind and snow. And three feet in front of him, there was actually a pot of nine-leaf fairy grass with a faint blue light.

Forget the soul and worry about the grass, the cold ice.

It's just that I don't know how many years the cold ice has been sitting on this iceberg.

Suddenly, a piece of cold snow actually penetrated the purple barrier and hit the center of Han Bingyi's eyebrows.

"Hmm!" Han Bingyi frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

An ominous feeling hit his heart, and the cold snow could enter his purple light, which meant that there was a flaw in his soul.

The soulless grass seemed to know Han Bingyi's thoughts, swaying gently, a faint blue light spread, and a calming breath emanated. In the past three hundred years, this pot of soul-forgetting and worry-free grass has helped Han Bingyi resist many times.

However, this time, it did not calm Han Bingyi's mind.

"Hmm!" Han Bingyi frowned. Suddenly, his chest was tight, a mouthful of blood surged up, and Han Bing hurriedly changed the seal in his hand before forcibly suppressing it.

But a trace of blood had already overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, a white shadow appeared above the iron cable. The white big man, the ice muscle and jade skin, the fairy posture is graceful. Leng Yu, the guardian of the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, is a true immortal and has a beauty that does not belong to mortal mortals.

zaijian, Leng Yu shook with one hand, the purple light around the cold ice dispersed, and a cold light covered the cold ice. Although it seemed to be a cold light, at this time, there was a warmth on Han Bingyi's body, and gradually his mind calmed down completely.

"Thank you, Holy Spirit!" Han Bing hurriedly knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully.

"You're restless!" Leng Yu said lightly.

The disciple was uneasy, and he hoped for the Holy Spirit's guidance. Han Bingyi frowned.

"Are you missing him?" Leng Yu stood on top of the white dragon iron cable, and seemed to be able to penetrate everything's eyes, looking at Han Bingyi.

"All the time, never or forget!" Han Bingyi's expression darkened.

"Oh!" Hearing Han Bingyi say this, Leng Yu nodded and smiled gently.

The eight-grade immortal root, although it was regarded as amazing and brilliant in the Northern Han Sect back then, was actually not in the eyes of the cold jade of the sea at all.

The disciples of the ancient stream of the sea must be peerless talents in the Three Realms. Whether it is Amu with a mysterious physique or Murong Haiqing with a nine-yin body, they are far from being comparable to the eight-rank immortal root.

If Amu and Murong Haiqing are geniuses among geniuses, then Han Bingyi can only be regarded as mediocre.

Two hundred years ago.

The Northern Han Sect's Ancient Holy Lotus is out of the water, and it is far from enough to go out with a high-level soul cultivation, although it is far superior to the people of the Northern Han Sect, but it is still far from enough.

Eternal Holy Lotus, Immortal Body!

The catastrophe of the Three Realms is coming, and Leng Yu's heart is moved.

Through the Arctic Immortal Sea, Leng Yu summoned Lishui to practice outside the Three Realms Sacred Mountain, and gave him guidance, but he could not enter the Three Realms Sacred Mountain. Unexpectedly, there was also this mediocre eight-grade immortal root Han Bingyi.

At that time, Han Bingyi's cultivation was only at the beginning of soul cultivation.

With Leng Yu's indifferent temperament, he will never point out half of the cold and cold practice. However, he didn't expect Han Bingyi to beg outside the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms and kneel for a hundred years.

Even so, it didn't impress Leng Yu's indifferent immortal heart.

In the end, what moved Leng Yu was Han Bingyi's words.

Leng Yu asked: "You have been kneeling for a hundred years, why in the end?"

"Holy Spirit, disciple cultivates in this life and this life, only for that one person!" Han Bingyi's words echoed through the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.

It was this sentence that Leng Yu was suddenly moved, and sighed for a long time.

Guarding the holy mountain alone for 10,000 years is said to be a mission in the sea, but in fact, why isn't Leng Yu for that person?

Whether it's a god or a demon lang, all the miserable wind and rain, Leng Yu only wants to be alone, give him freedom, and let him run rampant. The Three Realms are responsible for it, and Leng Yu is willing to take on it.

"Ten thousand years, miserable wind and rain, Leng Yu alone in the block! God bless the gods! God bless the gods!" Leng Yu's oath is so similar to cold ice!

"Holy Spirit, disciple cultivates in this life and this life, only for that one person!"

When Han Bingyi's answer resounded through the Three Realms, Han Bingyi finally saw it for the first time, the immortal Leng Yu who had been turned into the god of the Northern Wilderness by the Arctic Immortal Sea.

Leng Yu finally agreed that Han Bing would practice outside the Three Realms Sacred Mountain as if he were leaving the water, and gave him guidance.

Time flies, and it is a hundred years.

The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, the Gate of the Three Realms. The immortal qi here is by no means comparable to any place in the sea wilderness.

The time, the place, the people.

The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms helped each other, with the guidance of Leng Yu, and the cold ice was limited by talent, but he practiced hard day and night, and he did not give up at all. The cultivation speed has increased by a hundredfold, and now it is the lower realm of the water tribulation.

"Your hard work is a hundred times better than Qing'er!" Leng Yu once commented on Han Bingyi.

"But she's a hundred times more talented than me!" Han Bingyi smiled faintly. Without admiration, Han Bingyi has his own pride.

However, three days ago, Lishui suddenly left, without saying weishenme.

Leaving the water, Han Bingyi was restless, and instinctively felt that either something happened to the Northern Wilderness and the Northern Han Sect, or it was related to Amu, otherwise the water would never leave easily.

"Holy Spirit, where did you leave the water?" asked Han Bingyi.

"Go where you need to go!" Leng Yu said lightly, "You don't cultivate enough, practice quietly, when it's time to leave, I will naturally let you go!"

Han Bingyi frowned, took a deep breath, and didn't say anything.

"Without me, you would definitely not be able to leave the Three Realms Sacred Mountain! Leng Yu suddenly smiled, looking at a trace of pity in Han Bingyi's eyes.

Han Bingyi is too much like herself, so Leng Yu knows Han Bingyi's thoughts, and she knows what Han Bingyi is thinking.

"Yes! Bingyi understood!" a blush blushed on Han Bingyi's face.

"Holy Spirit, you can forget everything. Tell me, he's okay?"

"Even if I can forget everything, I can't see through Amu. Once, I thought I saw him clearly, and even wanted to kill him, reverse the roulette, and cut off cause and effect. But I was wrong. He's fine, but now I don't even know who he is?" Leng Yu's eyes were a little dazed.

"Ten thousand people who should be robbed, ten thousand people who should be robbed?" Leng Yu asked himself silently in his heart.

Does Shenlang know the truth? Does Xuantian know the truth? Within the Three Realms, who knows the truth?

Listening to Leng Yu's words, Han Bingyi was silent, and the hair on her forehead was slightly blown up by the wind and snow, and then she slowly closed her eyes.

Han Bingyi doesn't need to know who Amu is, for her, Amu is just Amu!

"I killed people in my last life, but I will be a coffin in this life! I don't want to kill people, but if I don't kill people, how can the world be peaceful? I am a demon, and I will eventually step on blood and cultivate!" This is what Amu once said to Han Bingyi during the Great War of the Northern Han Sect.

"Amu, one day, I will stand by your side and watch you kill again!" She smiled faintly, like a flower blooming on an iceberg.

Northern Wilderness, Great Murong Dynasty, City of Heaven.

The deep palace is like the sea, and the palace is like a forest. A garden with the fragrance of peach and plum.

At this time, under the peach blossom tree, a handsome man sat cross-legged. The man's face was pale and his expression was cold, and it was an extremely bevelous beauty.

A black robe trimmed with gold trim, half scattered on the grass.

His Royal Highness of the Great Murong Dynasty, Murong Huang, a mortal.

At this time, a mighty general covered in black armor knelt down on one knee in front of Murong Huang, "The empire's three million iron horsemen have been assembled!" ”

"Very good!" Murong smiled faintly, and then instantly became cold.

"Spread my will! Three million iron horsemen, within three days, cross the domain gate, divide the troops into seven routes, and go straight to Dongling! Dongling will not surrender to the people of my Murong Dynasty, kill!"

"Obey!" The general looked at him as well-trained on weekdays, and without the slightest hesitation, he retreated directly.

At this time, two figures appeared behind Murong Huang.

"Young Master!" Those two were actually soul-scattering level monks, but they knelt down on one knee in front of Murong Huang.

"Ten Thousand Desolations, how are you ready?" asked Murong Huang.

"Go back to Your Highness! Ten Thousand Desolate Valley, everything is ready! Just wait for the young master's order!"

"The order is to break the army, and after three days, the people will be rectified. Enter the black water and stand by!" Murong said.

"Obey!" The two soul-scattering powerhouses were obviously surprised by Murong Huang's order, but they didn't dare to ask more. In front of Murong Huang, if he said the wrong word, he would be killed.

The two scattered souls left, but a one-armed scribe in Tsing Yi appeared on Murong Huang's side at some point.

"Mr. Wen!" When Murong Huang saw the one-armed scribe, he hurriedly stood up.

"The young master's wisdom is like the sea, and his subordinates sigh to themselves!" Wen Muran looked at the peach and plum around him, and he was brilliant.

It is estimated that no one would have imagined that the mortal Murong Huang who was sitting in this peach orchard actually controlled the life and death of hundreds of millions of people in the entire Great Murong Dynasty and even the sea wilderness.

"Purple Immortal Order, the five domains are all moving, everyone is pointing at Dongling, but the young master wants to send black water! Strange plot! Strange plot!" Wen Muran praised.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Murong Huang coughed lightly, but it was not serious.

"I'm just, by taking advantage of the liliang left by Mr. back then, the layout!"

However, there is one thing that my subordinates don't understand. In the Great Murong Dynasty, the iron cavalry can sweep the sea wilderness, but it is all the mortal world. The terrain of Dongling is not easy to gallop vertically and horizontally, not to mention, the key is that three million iron horses, even if they are full of blood and can deal with some monks, they can't stop the soul-scattering level powerhouse one-style spell. The Battle of Dongling was originally a battle of monks! What is the use of soldiers?" Wen Muran frowned.

"Hehe!" a heavy murderous aura flashed in Murong Huang's eyes.

"Sir, the hundreds of millions of people of the entire Great Murong Dynasty are the souls of the future that I have raised. Three million iron horsemen, what is it? Send them out, I don't plan to let them come back!" Murong Huang curled the corners of his mouth.

"However, don't worry, sir! These three million iron horsemen will definitely be bloodless and will go straight to the Brahma Temple. ”

"How can you see it?" Wen Muran wondered.

"Because, Buddhism is merciful, immortals don't kill mortals!" Murong Huang sneered, "My three million iron horsemen are actually far superior to soul cultivation in the eyes of Brahma Temple!"

"Brahma's anger may cause thousands of monks to fall, but he will never slaughter millions of mortals, even if they are from the Northern Wilderness, even if they kill some of the people of Dongling?"

"Uh!" Wen Muran already understood what Murong Huang meant, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. With a compassionate heart, force Brahma Temple to commit a crime!

"In the eyes of the Buddha, he doesn't ask about the enemy, but only about the common people!" how stupid is it?" Murong smiled strangely, "And I am a demon, I want to achieve ten thousand bones in one go!"