At midnight, the northern cold array flashed, and the corner of Wangnan Peak opened.

A person whose whole body was covered by a black robe, with a faint black mist, covering all his breath, stepped on the void, and instantly flashed into the South Peak of the Northern Han Sect.

At this moment, there were at least two places in the Northern Cold Mountains that made changes.

The independent Tianzang Peak is even more lonely in the night. This is an alien vein, and the mountain color at night is extremely bleak.

There is a cave in the Tianzang Cave, the space is not large, but there are many books neatly suspended in the void.

A stone table and a stone bench, a teapot, and two jade cups. The smell of books and tea is scattered in all directions.

In the meantime, a middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi had clear eyes, his face was as white as jade, his expression was restrained, and a wisp of ink hair was scattered in his front heart. He held the jade cup in one hand and the scroll in the other, sipping tea and reading, so comfortable.

A blue-robed monk next to him stood respectfully and served, as if he was also silently understanding something.

This blue-robed monk is none other than Senior Brother Mo, who has only cultivated the seventh order in the first order that Amu and Lishui have seen in the daytime.

The moment the black-robed monk entered when the Northern Han Great Array opened, the green-clothed monk who was drinking tea and reading suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then slowly put down the teacup and scroll.

"Master, what's wrong?" Senior Brother Mo knew that there were not many such cases, and he couldn't help but wonder.

"Mo Qing, for some reason, there is a change in the teacher's heart, and he wants to start a divination!" the middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi frowned.

"Huh?" Mo Qing was taken aback, "What is the hexagram of the master?"

As the saying goes, nothing is occupied, and nothing is occupied. Although the real people of Tianzang Cave Qianzang can calculate the heavenly opportunity, they rarely make hexagrams, and today's sudden hexagram is a thing that can be encountered but cannot be sought, so Mo Qing only asked.

"This hexagram wants to ask me about the Northern Han Fierce Luck! No need to invite your senior brothers, you have a fate, and you are self-conscious!" Qianzang Zhenren said lightly.

Saying that, Qianzang Zhenren took out three ancient coins from his arms, and the ancient money no longer knew what year and month it was, simple and unpretentious, antique and colorful, but it was like the will of pregnancy, such as the Tibetan Avenue.

Qianzang Zhenren is a person of major repair, so naturally there is no need to bathe and burn incense.

The three ancient coins clasped the palm of his hand, and Qianzang Zhenren secretly thought about the secret of his heart, and a ball of green qi suddenly came out of his eyebrows, swirling around his palms.

"Open!" The three ancient coins jingled down on the stone table, becoming a pair of hexagrams. This was repeated six times, and after six hexagrams, Qianzang Zhenren closed his eyes and meditated, and judged himself to be lucky.

When Mo Qing saw the hexagram, his face couldn't help but change, and he was silent. Because all the hexagrams are actually great murderers, and the blood is a sign of skyrocketing.

After a moment, Qianzang Zhenren opened his eyes, and then said to Mo Qing: "Mo Qing, you can break the evil luck!"

Mo Qing frowned, and said: "The disciple's cultivation is still shallow, and the hexagram is even more crude! The hexagram is like a hexagram, and the disciple thinks about it repeatedly, all of them are the signs of great evil! If this hexagram asks the Northern Han for good luck, I am afraid that it is a sign of spring flowers and autumn leaves, a sign of great decline!"

When Qianzang Zhenren heard this, he nodded slightly, and then said with a faint smile: "The bird burns its nest, and it is in danger, and there is indeed a catastrophe coming in my northern cold!"

Mo Qing was taken aback and said, "Then the master has a way to crack it!"

Qianzang Zhenren shook his head and said: "Penetrating the heavens, it is already against the sky! The so-called cracking, but it is also going with the sky! The Northern Cold should have this disaster, and it comes with the sky, so why should it be cracked!"

Qianzang Zhenren's words, Mo Qing seemed to understand it, not very transparent, and couldn't help frowning and contemplating.

Qianzang is silent, Mo Qing is silent, and the tea in the cave is fragrant.

Mo Qing knew that the master was testing himself, but he still couldn't think about the reason.

After a while, Qianzang Zhenren smiled and said: "The spring wood is renewed, and the dead trees give birth to flowers! There is good luck in the Northern Han Sect, and it stands after it is broken, Mo Qing, do you understand?"

"Hmm!" As soon as these words came out, Mo Qing naturally understood, "Master is saying that after this catastrophe, my Northern Han Sect will have a day of great prosperity?"

Qianzang Zhenren nodded and said: "If the will of heaven is good, my Northern Han will be greatly damaged after this catastrophe, but I am afraid that it will pave the way for ten thousand years!"

"Oh, ten thousand years of smooth road?" Mo Qing couldn't help but speak.

"This hexagram is to be fulfilled in Lishui and Amu, who have great luck! A bloody catastrophe, but it is to destroy evil and promote good. I am going to have a big change in the north cold. "Senzo Zhen's face was calm, and he seemed to understand everything.

"Pass on my order, from tomorrow, without my permission, the disciples of Tianzang Peak are not allowed to go to Tianzang Peak in private!

"Disciple obeys!" Mo Qing was shocked again, but seeing that the master didn't have the slightest meaning to explain, he picked up the scroll again and bowed out.

Mo Qing looked at the peaks of the Northern Cold from afar and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

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At the same time, the north of the Northern Han Sect, which had been locked by the fog. It's a place of mystery.

Through the layers of fog, looking from the void, you can see seven peaks, in the shape of the Big Dipper, faintly emitting seven colors of light and constantly circulating, like a huge formation, gathering the aura of heaven and earth, constantly swallowing.

Further north is an endless cold plain, with wind and snow all over the sky, and icebergs stretching for thousands of miles.

Between the cold plains and the seven peaks, there was actually a huge heavenly moat blocking it. That day, the moat was 10,000 zhang long, and the two ends were not visible, and the width was hundreds of zhang away, and the bottom of the deep moat was not visible.

A tall stone was rolled down into the moat by the snowstorm, for a long time, it was like a goose feather into the water, without the slightest echo.

The cliff is dangerous, the yellow crane is sad, the ape does not cross, the black and misty, such a terrifying moat makes people feel shocked.

A moat divides the seven peaks and the cold plains into two shijies. One is the colorful and blurred Northern Cold Seven Peaks, and the other is the Northern Wilderness Cold Plains with constant wind and snow.

Among the seven peaks, one of the main peaks towers into the clouds, like a sword pointing to the sky.

On the top of the peak, an old man in black sat cross-legged, as if he hadn't moved for thousands of years. All kinds of seven-colored runes were engraved around him, and the brilliance was flowing and very weird. If Amu saw these runes at this time, he would be shocked, because these runes were very similar to the runes he had learned when he was making the coffin.

If these seven peaks are a great array that reaches the sky, then this old man in black is undoubtedly the one who guards the array.

The cold wind howled dozens of miles away, and even rolled up a snow dragon of hundreds of feet, but it couldn't cross the terrifying moat.

At this moment, a huge sound came from the bottom of the moat, the vicissitudes of life, as if from eternity, echoing in this world.

"The heavens are hard to destroy, the earth is hard to bury! If my soul returns, blood stains the blue sky—"

The sound was rolling like thunder, resounding through the moat, the cold plains and the seven peaks of Wangbei. Unwilling, unyielding demonic will radiate the whole world.

"Noise!" the old man in black snorted coldly, sealing with one hand and pointing to the sky with the other.

The directness of the old man in black flowed out countless strange patterns, like words and graphics.

An indescribable, inexplicable Liliang rose up between the seven peaks, cultivating a huge rune pattern in mid-air.

It wasn't very real, but it was a ghostly pattern.

The colorful brilliance circulates in it, endlessly.

"Town!" As soon as the old man in black said his words, he spewed out a breath of essence and soared straight into the sky.

The huge sigil fell from the sky, like a lucky thing, splitting the sky and falling directly into the moat.

"It's hard to ...... Extinguished, the earth is hard to bury! My soul is ...... Returning, blood stained the sky...... On ......"

The huge sigil fell, like a great mountain pressing down on the sky, rumbling and trembling, shaking the earth. Fang Cai's demonic voice was gradually suppressed.

"Hmph!" the old man in black snorted coldly as he listened to the voice gradually disappear.

At this time, the corner of the South Peak of the Great Array of the Northern Han Sect was opening, and the old man in black suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, shooting out several miles of light, directly penetrating the layers of fog and looking towards the Northern Han Sect.

"Wangnan Peak! People from the Western Black Water Narcissus Ghost Sect?" the old man in black frowned, "The Northern Han Sect's 10,000-year tribulation is coming?"

The old man in black retracted his gaze and couldn't help but look at the moat in the distance.

"Alas, the fate of the dust is not over! It seems that it is time for me to go and transform that ten-grade peerless immortal root!"

As he spoke, he didn't see the old man move, but suddenly a figure slowly appeared above his head.

It was an old man in black like him, but with a black gourd hanging from his waist, and his face smelled of game red dust. The appearance is average, and the temperament seems to be slightly different.

The figure moved, one step at a time, one step was several miles away, and the old man with the gourd directly passed through the black fog and went to the Northern Han Sect.

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Thousands of miles away, the sky was low and cloudy, and the whole earth seemed to be full of gloomy ghosts.

"Wow-wow-" A few crows flew at the cold moon.

Ancient trees and old trees, strange rocks. A big river, I don't know how many thousands of miles winding, the water is as black as ink, like a dragon, rolling west.

This is the Western Blackwater Continent within the boundaries of the Sea Wilderness Divine State and the Northern Wilderness. The Blackwater Continent is famous for the Blackwater River, which is thousands of miles away.

A flash of light flashed beside a dark old mountain, and a white figure appeared, looking tired.

This person is none other than the Northern Han Sect Master Han Qianli.

He used the Ancient Formation Domain Gate within the Northern Han Sect to come, and he consumed millions of spirit stones to cross the two Great Domains. Otherwise, with the ability of thousands of miles of cold, I am afraid that it will take a few years to reach the black water.

Glancing at the dim ancient jade in his hand, a cold light flashed in Han Qianli's eyes, and at this time, Han Qianli's cultivation was actually a Spirit Saint Intermediate Great Perfection.

"Western Black Water, Wang Jue's senior, I'm here!"