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The snow was falling heavily.

After exiting the hut, Amu walked a hundred feet away, and then soared into the air, and in a flash it was several miles away, before he exhaled a breath of turbidity. Secretly lucky, if it weren't for the crazy monk, I am afraid that I would have died in the small shop at this time.

Small shop.

When the crazy monk saw Amu leave the shop, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"You're over-controlling!" said the white-haired hunchbacked old man coldly at this time.

"You have a murderous move, how can I not care?" the mad monk sneered.

"A Spirit Saint Demon Cultivator, what if it is destroyed?" The white-haired hunchbacked old man covered his eyes with a copper kettle.

"Hey, a Spirit Saint Demon Cultivator?" the mad monk sneered, "Back then, that Wang Jue was holding the Demon Lang Order, and that girl was born with a ghost pupil, and they were all characters related to the Demon Venerable! ”

"What a demon servant!" the white-haired hunchbacked old man sneered, "What can you do if I kill him?"

"A servant for a while, a slave for life!" the mad monk said proudly, "Monk of the Sea Wilderness, who dares to underestimate the Demon Lang? Although I am out of the Brahma Temple, I have always been proud of myself as a demon servant, how is it bad?"

"If you really dare to kill him, you can't say that the old man can only fight to the death! Even if his soul is scattered, I must do my duty as a demon servant!" the mad monk did not hesitate in the slightest.

"Sea Desolation Demon!" The white-haired hunchbacked old man was a little helpless, so he could only hate it.

"Hey!" the mad monk picked up the flask on the table and took a sip, "Don't say anything about anyone! Although the old man is on the list of demons in the sea wilderness, it seems that he is too far behind you! Otherwise, how can you be trapped in a ghost town? How can I eat and drink for nothing here with you?"

"Weishenme didn't tell him the truth, but led him to the Immortal Ghost Sect first?" the mad monk changed the subject.

"The truth?" the white-haired hunchbacked old man gathered his mind and said slowly, "You were also present in the battle of Allure back then, but who can tell the truth at that time?"

"The legendary ghost coffin, the body of the Nine Yin that has not been seen for thousands of years, the Wang Jue who holds the Demon Lang Order, the red-clothed girl with the ghost eyes that can be expected to penetrate the ghosts of the Three Realms, the monk from the Black Water, and the white shadow of the mysterious snowfall. After the incident, many people disappeared, the White City was destroyed, and now there is a vast snowfall that keeps going on night and night! Although you and I have seen it with our own eyes, who can tell what really happened back then? The only thing that is certain is that the girl in red was taken away by the people of Blackwater?

When the white-haired hunchbacked old man thought of what happened back then, he was even a little faintly desperate in his anger. He endured for 10,000 years and cultivated to the sky, but now he is trapped in the vast snowy region.

The key is that he is a character like him who is crisscrossing the sea and wilderness, even if the Soul Scattering Monk does not pay attention to him, he doesn't know who he is trapped by. Because that day only a white shadow flashed, and the snow was all over the sky, imprisoning everything.

Now, he needs to use the power of the mad monk to break the ban, otherwise, how can he endure the mad monk with his heroic nature?

Listening to the words of the white-haired hunchbacked old man, the mad monk was also dumbfounded. Because what the white-haired hunchbacked old man said was true.

After a long time, the mad monk said: "But you borrowed the hand of that little monk to disturb the black water, and finally borrowed a knife to kill people! If something happened to that little monk, Wang Jue reappeared, and the demon lang ordered it, and the matter of the ghost coffin spread to the sea wilderness, and the sea wilderness and Shenzhou would inevitably be in chaos." Purple Youcheng was furious, you don't want to get out of it. And above the sea wilderness, I am by no means a demon servant!"

The white-haired hunchbacked old man raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was silent.

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At this time, ten miles away, in the wind and snow, Amu stopped to look at the direction of Fangcai's small shop, and wondered in his heart.

In this ghost town, weishenme will have this small shop? Who is the mysterious shopkeeper, the white-haired old man? The sea wilderness demon crazy monk weishenme wants to help himself?

Looking at the snow from afar, Amu frowned slightly.

Strange to say, no matter how Amu Demon Sense probed at this time, he just couldn't perceive the mysterious shop.

To Amu, the shop was like a boat disappearing on the sea. You can come and go, but there is no trace.

Thinking back to Fang Cai, Amu still has palpitations. When the copper kettle in the white-haired old man's hand flew in, Amu also sensed endless killing intent, but he didn't know how to dodge.

In the face of the old monsters who scattered their souls or even above, Amu could only be restrained, without the power to resist. This is a chasm that can never be surpassed between absolute hierarchies.

If it weren't for the crazy monk, Amu would probably have died in the small shop at this time. The mad monk saved Amu's life.

It seems that what happened back then was by no means just a problem of the Immortal Ghost Sect. The white-haired hunchbacked old man may have played a disgraceful role in it, otherwise he would never have killed himself.

"The Western Black Narcissus Ghost Sect must make a trip. Amu sighed, although Liuzhen Baicheng has seen it, but the battle forty years ago is still an unsolved mystery.

Suddenly, Amu raised his eyebrows, only because of the demonic perception dozens of miles away, in the vast wind and snow, a monk stepped on the snow. And when he checked his breath, it turned out to be a woman.

Amu couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seems that tonight is really as the white-haired old man said, so lively.

When Amu discovered the monk, he had actually been sensed by the other party.

In the wind and snow, the white shadow flashed a few times, dozens of miles away, and it was only a few steps. In an instant, a girl in white quietly stood ten feet away in front of Amu.

The girl in white was only seventeen or eighteen years old, ethereal and beautiful. Dressed in a white dress, plain and elegant. The most peculiar thing is that a faint layer of white mist lingers around its body, like a dream.

Amu was slightly shocked in his heart, because the white mist was definitely not a vision of a Spirit Saint-level monk, but a strange body protection true qi.

That body protection true qi, to the yin to the cold, is on this vast snowfield, Amu, as a Spirit Saint mid-level Great Perfection monk, can feel the biting cold.

At the beginning, the Northern Han Sect Master's Spirit Saint Vision Snow Blade, if compared to the body protection and cold qi of this white-clothed girl, it would be nothing but a big thing.

"What kind of aura is that, and what kind of cultivation is this girl?" Because the cultivation of the white-clothed girl in front of him also made Amu unable to see through it.

"Scattered souls?" Amu frowned again, Amu frowned a lot tonight, just because this night was really strange.

Although it is said that the monk has reached a certain level, he has the skill to stay on his face, and even his face remains unchanged. However, the appearance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl like a girl in white is at least a cultivator at the level of Scattered Souls, which is absolutely rare.

Although the eyes of the girl in white were cold, they were as clear as water, untainted with vulgar dust, and they were definitely different from the eyes of the old monster who had practiced for hundreds of years to see everything and see the world, but an absolute ethereal.

The girl in front of Amu can be willing to practice for only a hundred years, but the aura on her body is extremely strange, giving people an inexplicable feeling.

"The sea is endless, and there are many monks. Isn't there any special method that you have cultivated?" Amu secretly guessed. If it is true that the cultivation is not more than a hundred years, and there is such a high level of cultivation, it is Amudu who sighs to himself. ”

"This brother is invited!" the girl in white greeted Amu. Although the tone is a little cold, it is quite polite. In fact, if according to the rules of the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture, Amu should probably call this girl a senior.

It's just that I don't know if this girl can see through her cultivation, Amu Luo hugged her fists and said, "I've seen it...... Girl!"

The long eyelashes of the girl in white flashed, her eyes swept over the vast snowfield, and Zuihou's gaze stayed in the direction of the small hotel.

A trace of imperceptible pain flashed in the eyes of the girl in white, and she said after a while: "Little sister is presumptuous, dare to ask Brother Tai's name?"

"Under Wang Han!" Amu replied, but did not ask the name of the girl in white.

"Brother Wang, but you're from that small hotel?" said the girl in white and pointed in the direction of the small hotel.

"Not bad!" Amu replied calmly and crisply, as if there was no need to hide anything.

But Amu was secretly frightened in his heart, his magic sense couldn't detect the small shop in this ghost city for hundreds of miles. And now the girl in white can see the small shop at a glance?

At the same time, Amu's demonic aura spread all over his body, and the black rattan was already floating under his arm. At the moment, I don't know if this girl in white with a strange cultivation is friend or foe, or it is better to be cautious.

The girl in white nodded slightly, and then said meaningfully, "That's a rather bizarre little shop, right?"

"Above the sea wilderness, there are no wonders! That little shop is really a little special. Amu's face didn't change in the slightest.

The eyes of the girl in white were as quiet as water, through the vast wind and snow, looking at the direction of the shop, and the three thatched huts and shops were indeed reflected in her eyes.

"Brother Wang is a good magicman!" the girl in white praised.

"Oh?" Amu was a little puzzled in his heart, could it be that the woman in front of him really couldn't see through her cultivation, and she was still sarcastic about herself.

The white-clothed girl's eyes flowed, and she glanced at the hundred-mile snow sea again, and then looked at Amu Dao: "Brother Wang, you can know that this Baicheng is a hundred miles away, and it is an immortal forbidden array!"

"Immortal Forbidden Array?" Amu was slightly surprised. Because, even though Amu is armed with the art of forbidden pictures, and the painstaking son is even more forbidden to everyone, but the so-called immortal forbidden array, he has heard of it for the first time.

"That's right!Immortal Forbidden Array!" The girl in white didn't seem to care about Amu's surprise at all, "The Immortal Forbidden Array, as the name suggests, can ban true immortals." Now, although the Immortal Forbidden Array in this White City was arranged at random at the beginning, even the Soul Scattering High-level Great Perfection could not be easily entered. But I look at Brother Wang, within the big array, he comes and goes freely, and he is not affected at all, which really makes the little sister admire!"

"It's just a mistake!" Amu looked calm, but his heart was shaken. His words seem to be self-effaceted, but they are actually true.

Amu himself couldn't tell, he only felt a momentary loss of consciousness at that time, and then the small shop appeared not far away. I entered the small shop very casually. Then, very casually come out.

"Brother Wang is humble!" The girl in white said lightly, and the words changed randomly, "I don't know if the old man and the plum blossom essence in the small shop are good?"

"Eh?" Amu was slightly stunned, I don't know how this girl in white knows about your white-haired old man and the essence of plum blossoms, and I don't know what he means by this sentence.

"It's okay!" Thinking about the scene in the store, Amu could only answer like this.

"Okay, it's good!" the girl in white said in a strange tone. Okay, these three words are especially cold, and even have a murderous intent.

"Girl...... But their friends?" Amu said tentatively.

"Friend?" the girl in white seemed to think of something very funny, and couldn't help but sneer, "Sort of! ”

Hearing this, Amu was shocked in his heart, but he couldn't hear the specific meaning of the girl in white for a while. However, Amu can be sure that the so-called forty years ago is mostly related to the battle of Allure.

Suddenly, the girl in white asked Amu rhetorically, "Could it be that Brother Wang is their friend?"

Amu secretly said in his heart, he almost died in the shop, where is his friend?

"It's just a meeting in Pingshui!" Amu shook his head and sneered.

The cold eyes of the girl in white flashed a hint of warmth, nodded, and suddenly said, "Presumably Brother Wang is here for the battle of Allure forty years ago, right?"

"Oh, how can you see it?" said Amu.

"Forty years ago, that great war shook the entire Northern Wilderness. And now the white city has become a ghost town......" Speaking of this, the white-clothed girl's expression darkened, "The monks who came here are not only because of the great war forty years ago, but also because of the weishenme?"

"Yes, I did come for the great war forty years ago. Amu didn't continue to go around in circles. Because if this girl in white really knew about the situation of the great battle forty years ago, she might be able to know some information about Master and Yu'er. This may confirm the truth of the white-haired hunchbacked old man's message.

"Brother Wang, is it also for those coffins?" the woman in white suddenly asked coldly.

"Those coffins?" Amu subconsciously repeated. Because since it's those, it's definitely not a mouthful. Those coffins naturally reminded Amu of the nine coffins that Master had mentioned.

"Nine coffins!" the girl in white said in an extremely flat tone, as if she were a homely talker. But in his eyes, Amu's expression has always been reflected, and in the quiet, there is a strange look.

"Nine coffins?" Amu's face changed suddenly.