Amu wanted to seal himself temporarily, but he couldn't stop the power of the demon coffin and the two strange aura.

There was a sound from outside the sky, and a sound of "forbidden!" sounded like spring thunder.

Suddenly, seven colors of light fell from the sky, which was extremely bright, and in this vast snow, it was even more dreamy. Suddenly, the seven-colored glow suddenly changed color and turned into tens of millions of ice cubes.

"Enchantment!" another snap of the cry.

Around Zaijian Amu, an endless wall of ice suddenly rose. The wall of ice was like sitting on the ground and taking root, growing rapidly. In just an instant, Amu was sealed in the ice realm, and there was no wind and snow.

The ban on the enchantment instantly cut off the connection between Amu and all the breaths on this cold plain.

Within the enchantment, it becomes shijie.

Strange to say, this barrier cut off all the breath of the cold plains. Amu suddenly felt that the inexplicable aura disappeared in an instant, as if it had disappeared in the past.

Amu's demonic qi had no opponent for a while, and immediately functioned as before, flowing into the limbs and hundreds of remains, large and small.

At the same time, as the two breaths ceased to fight, the demon coffin in the Danhai suddenly stopped, and then gradually returned to calm. The unwilling magic voice did not sound again.

The momentary calm gave Amu a rare opportunity. Amu didn't pay attention to who saved him for the time being, and was busy channeling qi into the sea to gather the huge demonic qi in the Danhai Sea.

A wisp of it, Amu was cautious, not daring to make the slightest move, for fear of regeneration and change. After two changes, Amu has a new understanding of the cold plain.

Amu gradually understood that all the changes in his body must be related to this cold plain. It must have been some breath on the cold plain that caused the reaction of the demon coffin or the Three Realms Forgetting Worries Stone in Amu's body.

That sorrow is so unforgettable, and that unwillingness is so immortal.

Although Amu didn't understand that Weishenme would be like this, Amu guessed that maybe there must have been an earth-shattering and unspeakable story on the cold plain thousands of years ago.

The woman in white, the owner of the demon coffin doesn't know what kind of past he had?

Amu crossed his knees, and the demonic qi was constantly running, for several weeks in a row.

I don't know how long it took for Amu to feel that his body was slightly adapting, and although the injuries in his body had not completely improved, he was fine.

At the same time, Amu slapped his palm, and he took out the half pot of seven-star bitter dew, and Amu poured two drops in his mouth. This seven-star bitter dew, that is a peerless medicine, Amu catalyzes the medicinal power, but in half an instant, it is almost cured.

"The Emperor of the Desolation is indeed extraordinary!" Amu couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the white-haired old man in the small shop.

Then, after learning from the pain, Amu couldn't help but feel palpitations. If it weren't for someone to help with the art of enchantment, I'm afraid that most of Amu at this time would not be in the world.

At this time, Amu was in a stable state, and he couldn't help but look at this enchantment. I saw that this enchantment was boundless, and it was all a cloud of white gas. These white gases are extremely pleasant.

Other than that, there is nothing. This is a kind of protective enchantment!Amu said secretly in his heart.

The art of enchantment is varied, and the levels vary greatly.

At this time, the enchantment that Amu was in was extremely pure, without the slightest impurity. Moreover, Amu knew that the thick white gas was for the survival of the people within the barrier.

It was a mist condensed by pure broken aura, and once this enchantment came out, it was estimated that it could protect the safety of countless people.

On the Northern Wilderness Cold Plains, the monks of the Arctic Immortal Sea who can lay such an enchantment must be the Arctic Immortal Sea. It's just that just looking at this enchantment can't tell the monk's cultivation, but at least it should be a soul cultivation level monk.

Amu was thinking about it, when suddenly he saw a morning light falling. I don't know when the barrier has already dissipated.

At this time, it was already dawn in the cold plain, and I didn't know that the heavy snow stopped at this time, and I saw a light in the east.

"You're recovering so fast!" Not far away, a young monk wearing a water cloud robe stood in front of Amu with his hands in his hands. It seems that this young monk must have been protecting Amu for the Dharma, and when he found Amu awake, he removed the enchantment.

The young monk's appearance is not handsome, but his bearing is by no means ordinary, especially the pair of eyes, which are not shocking and bottomless.

At this moment, a strange color flashed in the young monk's eyes, but it quickly dissipated.

He definitely didn't expect that Amu, who was almost mad and angry, would only take seven or eight hours to be almost fine.

"Spirit Saint High Rank!" Amu was also slightly shocked in his heart at this time. To be able to lay down such an enchantment and save himself, it turned out to be just a high-level Spirit Saint with the same cultivation as himself, Amu felt a little incredible.

Could it be that what this person revealed is not a real cultivation?

"Amu, I've seen Brother Dao! Thank you Brother Dao for saving your life!" Amu called according to the custom of the sea wilderness, and then bowed.

"You're welcome, just show your hands!" the young monk smiled gently, not caring about the so-called life-saving grace.

"I don't know my brother's name, but it's a monk from the Arctic Immortal Sea!" Amu asked.

"In the lower clouds!" the young monk replied, then looked to the north before he said slowly, "Monk of the Arctic Immortal Sea?"

With that, the young monk smiled.

I don't know when, the heavy snow in the sky is blowing again, and the light of the sky is just a moment.

"Reckon?" Amu's heart moved, this answer was a little strange.

However, when they met for the first time, the other party had a life-saving grace for him, and Amu would never ask too much. It's just that I guess that the origin of this young monk is by no means ordinary, because this Northern Wilderness Cold Plain is by no means accessible to anyone.

"What kind of disciple are you, are you going to the Arctic Immortal Sea?" the young monk asked rhetorically.

"The disciple of the Lower Northern Han Sect is going to the Arctic Immortal Sea! Amu replied.

"Hmm!" the young monk nodded and smiled, "Sure enough, he is a disciple of the Northern Cold Sect, otherwise I think the disciples of other sects will not be able to pass the soul-scattering level fog laid by the painstaking son of the Northern Cold North." ”

The young monk looked at Amu again and said, "Your name is Amu?"

"Exactly!" Amu felt at this time that this young monk was by no means like the strength of a high-level monk of the Spirit Saint that he had revealed, but it was unfathomable, and listening to his words, it seemed that he had a lot of connections with the Northern Cold Sect and the Arctic Immortal Sea.

Therefore, Amu's attitude towards him is quite respectful.

"This northern wilderness is a strange place, and this vast snow is by no means a mundane thing. You have a special physique, walking in the cold plains, you must be careful, don't attract your true qi too much, otherwise there will be endless troubles!" the young monk looked at the heavy snow path that was already drifting.

"Oh?" Amu was slightly shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh at the young monk's eyesight, although the young monk said it more implicitly, but he had already named the problem.

"May I ask Brother Dao, why does this vast snow not stop for thousands of years, and why is the aura here so special?" Amu suddenly thought of this question, hoping to find the answer from this mysterious young monk.

When the young monk heard Amu's question, he couldn't help but be a little dazed, and said for a long time:

"This snow was born in the heavens and fell on the earth. It has been going on for thousands of years, but there is no increase or decrease at all, do you know why?"

"Oh?" Hearing this, Amu frowned and looked at the vast snow.

He really never thought about this problem, this heavy snow almost day and night, it stands to reason that the snow should be as high as a mountain, but above the cold plain, it seems that it has always been a snow-white plain, and it really seems that there is no increase or decrease.

"Demonic energy?" Amu's heart moved, remembering the extremely special aura on this cold plain.

"What do you seem to have in mind?" said the young monk gently.

"There's something special about the aura of this cold plain!" said Amu.

"Not bad!" the young monk nodded, "However, this special aura can only be sensed by a special physique like yours." It is said that it is an ancient demonic aura! It is difficult for ordinary people to resonate. The 10,000-year-old snow actually turned into demonic energy. ”

Amu was stunned for a moment, and did not answer, but looked at the young monk, knowing that he would have something to say.

"The legend of the sea wilderness, I don't know how many thousands of years ago, the Three Realms were turbulent, and there was a great war between immortals and demons! Immortals and demons have fallen, and the tears of demons have turned into snow for ten thousand years, and the cycle has been repeated! The young monk stood in the snow with his hands in his hands, but there was no snow left within three feet of him.

"Tears of Demons?" Amu was stunned again, because he still remembered that he was infected by the bluestone mirror image of the demon coffin, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

This heavy snow is the tears of the devil, and it will never stop for thousands of years, which is really incredible.

"The heavy snow in the cold plains originally kept going day and night, for I don't know how many thousands of years. However, in the last thousand years, there has often been a pause! Just like Fang Cai, the sky is slightly dewed, but it is fleeting. The young monk's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had a thousand things on his mind.

"So what?" Amu wondered.

"That may indicate the resurrection of the demons, and then the cause and effect!" Speaking of this, the young monk suddenly looked at Amu, with a strange look in his eyes, and the gray light kept flickering in his eyes, as if he wanted to forget Amu.

And Amu couldn't move at all under the deterrence of his eyes. It can be said that if the mysterious young man in front of him wants to take Amu's life, it will be easy.

After a long time, the young monk sighed: "The wheel of cause and effect has turned, beyond the reach of human beings! Even if the sea is desolate, the sky is fixed, why should I worry?"

With that, the young monk raised his hand, and a white light went straight towards Amu.

"There is still a three-day trip to the Arctic Immortal Sea. This talisman is enough to suppress the influence of the cold plain qi on you! Go to the Arctic Immortal Sea quickly, don't hesitate! Once you enter the gate of the Immortal Sea, you will naturally have no worries. ”

As soon as the young monk's voice fell, the white light also fell directly into Amu's hand, which was a six-sided ice flower. It's cold and crystal clear, but occasionally it reflects a colorful glow.

It was by no means an ordinary spirit rune, and with Amu's cultivation as an insight, I don't know what level of spirit rune it is.

At the same time, Amu looked up again, and the young monk was gone.

In the vast snowfall, how can there be half a shadow of the young monk? Amu Demon Consciousness covers hundreds of miles, where is there half a breath?

Only the six-edged ice flower in Amu's hand proved that the young monk once existed.

Looking around blankly, Amu felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

How many strange people are there in the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture? This young monk seems to only have a high-level spiritual realm cultivation, but his methods and knowledge are by no means comparable to Amu.

Especially Fang Cai's glance, that was the feeling that Amu only had in the Soul Scattering Cultivator.

The dragon sees the head but does not see the end!

With a long sigh, Amu remembered what the young monk had said before leaving, so he had to put away the six-sided ice flower. Then he volleyed into the air and went straight to the direction of the Arctic Immortal Sea.