(I'm sorry, there was a little problem when the 219th chapter was uploaded, and now it has been modified~xiexie everyone's reminder!) Tianzang Peak and his party, Amu not only collected the remnants of the coffin, but also advanced to the high level of the Spirit Saint, which can be described as a worthwhile trip and a great harvest.

It's just that when Amu stood alone outside the mountain gate of Tianzang Cave, he was slightly dazed in his heart. Volleying into the air, Amu looked down at the entire Tianzang Peak, thoughtful.

At night, Tianzang Peak stood alone in the southwest of the Northern Han Sect, and in the many strange and handsome immortal mountains of the Northern Han Sect, it was even more ordinary and lonely.

Beihan, Tianzang, and Amu had an indescribable feeling in his heart. The Tianzang vein is like a hidden dragon in the abyss of the Northern Han Sect.

At this time, on Tianzang Peak, Mo Qing sent Amu away, and hurriedly turned around and returned to Fangcai's cave mansion.

At this time, the rays of sky light above the cave fell directly to the ground, forming a bright white spot with a diameter of about three feet.

Zaijian Chizo was sitting cross-legged in the center of the spot with his hands in the seal. The entire cave house exudes a strange smell of books.

The light of the sky sprinkled, and the real person of Qianzang in green clothes bathed in it, and the upper and lower bodies of the Zhou body emitted endless silver light, which attracted people's eyes.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the original black hair of Chizo is now gray. The three colorful antique coins used by the Qianzang real people to deduce surrounded the Qianzang real people, exuding a gray atmosphere.

And that gray gas just formed a delicate balance with the sky light.

"Master!" Mo Qing's face changed suddenly when he saw it, he knew that everything that should have happened had happened after all. Mo Qing hurriedly walked over, but he couldn't get close to the light of day, so he couldn't help but fall to his knees, and tears were already in his eyes.

In fact, as the most trusted disciple of Qianzang Zhenren, Mo Qing already understood what was going on. It's just that when he suddenly saw this scene, Mo Qing still lost his sense of proportion.

"Prison of Heavenly Light!Master!" Mo Qing looked at Qianzang Zhenren and choked slightly.

"Mo Qing, everything has a cause and effect!" Qianzang Zhenren slowly opened his eyes, and his voice was as calm as ever.

"The remnants of the coffin have been taken away, and the balance of this Heavenly Tibetan Peak has been broken! It's just that there are still people who haven't woken up yet. This ray of pure yang may help me to hide the Heavenly Hidden Bloodline, get rid of reincarnation, and ascend to the Heavenly Continent again!"

Although Qianzang Zhenren understands in his heart that the so-called "get rid of reincarnation and ascend to the Heavenly Continent again" is nothing more than self-comfort, and he is afraid that it will be difficult to escape from the cage of the light of the Three Realms for the rest of his life.

Mo Qing heard Qianzang Zhenren say this, so he had to hold back his sadness and nodded silently.

"Since the disciple has awakened, he naturally understands!"

"Spread my Dharma and open the Heavenly Treasure Array! From now on, the entire Heavenly Tibetan Sect will be in retreat and practice, and no longer ask about the world!"

Mo Qing sighed, knowing that the wheel of cause and effect had been opened, and there was no more turn, so he silently withdrew from the cave.

On this night, the clouds and mist rose on the Tenzo Peak. The blue mist shrouded the entire Tianzang Peak. Tianzang Peak, following the Northern Seven Peaks of the Northern Hanzong Town, also disappeared overnight.

Countless years later, the history of the Northern Han Sect contains: In the 9,811th year of the Northern Han Immortal Calendar, the heavens were hidden, the immortal mountain was closed, and the cave was imprisoned. Qingwu locks the mountain, more than 1,000 years, the northern cold veins, I don't know the details, don't dare to approach.

At this time, the true body of the painstaking son sitting in Zhenbei Peak had already sensed, slowly opened his eyes, looked in the direction of Tianzang Peak, and then sighed slightly.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

After that, he didn't say much more, and slowly closed his eyes. At this point, there are only seven veins left in the Northern Han Sect.

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Tianzang Peak disappeared, and the Northern Han Sect shook again.

However, when Bai Yifeng learned of this, he frowned and said nothing. Zhang and Zhou, the two patriarchs who had been in retreat for many years, only sighed long after hearing about it.

Perhaps, the only three remaining top-level figures in the Northern Han Sect today have all felt it. Everything that has happened over the years seems to show that the Northern Han Sect has an inescapable fate.

When Amu stood in front of the fog that blocked all things in the north of the northern cold, it was three days later. Regarding the sudden disappearance of Tianzang Peak, Amu knew that it must be related to the fact that he took the remnants of the coffin, but everything was still an unsolved mystery.

"Senior Amu, come and see you!" Amu's voice directly pierced through the black fog, and at the same time bowed to the dark fog.

Before Amu's words fell, he saw a long passage appear in the black mist.

Ah Mu sighed slightly in his heart, he was currently a high-level cultivator of the Spirit Saint, but if he hadn't painstakingly opened this black mist, he wouldn't have thought of passing through. Painstaking Zi once said that he is a strong man at the level of Scattered Souls, if he blocks it with all his might, then don't think about passing through this thick black fog.

Amu passed through the thick black fog, and saw the seven peaks of the northern part of the town and the endless cold plains of the Northern Han Sect.

The seven peaks in the north of the town are in the shape of the Big Dipper. The huge magic circle that gathers the aura of heaven and earth and condenses the power of the sun and the moon exudes a constantly circulating seven-colored light.

As far as the eye can see, the cold plains of the north are full of wind and snow, and the icebergs stretch for thousands of miles, boundless.

Amu, who has seen all this, often thinks about what kind of immortal war can make Hanyuan not alternate between cold and heat for tens of thousands of years or even hundreds of thousands of years, and the wind and snow continue all year round.

In that kind of realm, even the current Amu can't even think of it. That's the level of a real immortal, right?

And the one in the middle of the cold plains and the seven peaks emitted a huge moat that emitted billowing black gas, which was originally extremely dangerous, as long as ten thousand feet, and there were no ends to be seen. But at this time, it was completely flattened and covered by the vast snow.

The colorful and misty northern cold seven peaks and the endless cold plains with endless wind and snow are actually connected, but there seems to be a vacuum in the middle.

However, the towering north peak of Zhenbei is still the same.

The painstaking man on the top of the peak was still sitting with his eyes blank, and all kinds of seven-colored runes around him were also circulating.

It seems that although the moat was sealed, the ancient demons suppressed in it made the painstaking people dare not be careless.

"Amu has seen his predecessors!" Amu flew up to the north peak of the town, landed not far from the painstaking son, and bowed down again.

Strange to say, when facing the real body of the bitter heart and the hard man in black, Amu's mentality is very different. The hard-working son in black has a witty temperament, and he can laugh and scold. And this hard-working real body is not smiling, and it is very serious.

So when facing the hard-working man in black, Amu was a little closer, and in the face of the true body of the hard-working man, Amu had a little more awe.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have actually been promoted to the high-level Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm?"

It was the black-clothed man who spoke, and he floated directly from the top of his real body, still dressed like a ghost. And the true body of the painstaking son is like an old monk who has entered the meditation, sitting cross-stared and cross-stared, without the slightest change.

It's an amazing feeling. However, Amu is not surprised.

"It's just a fluke, and at the same time, I have to thank my seniors for their guidance!" Amu smiled faintly.

"The remnants of the coffin have been fetched?" the black-clothed man took a sip of the wine in the black gourd, and seemed to be very casual and authentic.

"Get it!" Amu replied.

"Then Li Qianzang has done you a great favor, right?" said the black-clothed man with a bitter smile.

"That's good!" Amu didn't hide it, and told everything as it was. The black man listened carefully, his expression did not change much, only occasionally poured a sip of wine, and then smacked his lips.

Amu Zuihou said: "Tianzang Peak has disappeared in the Northern Han Sect like the North Seven Peaks of this town!" Amu's tone was somewhat apprehensive and worried, after all, he was not sure if the Heavenly Hidden Peak was also blocked by the fog like the North Seven Peaks of this town, and then there was no cave.

"Don't worry about it!" the black-clothed man sighed and said, "Each has its own destiny, and there is its own master in the underworld!

The words of the black-clothed painstaking man were a little unclear, but seeing that he didn't have the slightest explanation, Amu didn't ask more. I saw that the black-clothed bitter man took another sip of wine, and suddenly changed the topic, saying, "The Seven Star Bitter Dew is really good!"

"Oh?" Amu was slightly stunned for a moment, as if he felt that the words of the bitter man in black clothes were a little clueless.

"But although the wine is good, it's not easy to drink!, but with this pot of wine, the Emperor of the Desolation wants you to go to Heishui and his party, it's really a bit whimsical!"

"Huh?" Amu knew that the black clothes were about to get to the point, "What do you mean by what the seniors are talking about?"

"Based on what you said, according to my guess! There must have been a magnificent battle in Baicheng back then, and the white and non-stop heavy snow, is it very similar to the heavy snow in the Northern Wilderness and Cold Plains?"

As soon as the black-clothed man said this, Amu's heart moved, and he felt it. The vast snow in the White City is really very similar to the heavy snow in the Northern Wilderness.

They are all snowy day and night, and they are all filled with a faint aura, which does not melt for many years.

"Seniors are saying that the battle of Baicheng and the legendary battle of the Northern Wilderness Immortals were done by the same person?" But as soon as the words came out, Amu himself felt a little unbelievable.

"Hey?" Sure enough, the black-clothed bitter man sneered, "You kid really dare to think about it?"

"To tell you the truth, for a realm like mine, the immortals of the Northern Wilderness War are all unattainable legends. I'm not sure if there are such so-called immortals in the world! But one thing is certain, if there really are immortals with such great mana power on the sea wasteland, then they will definitely be born in the last days!"

"As far as I can see, the battle of Baicheng will definitely not be done by such a Tongtian Immortal!, but the person who can trap the Emperor of the Great Desolation is by no means an ordinary cultivator!"

As a soul-scattering old monster who has lived for nearly 10,000 years, he knows too well the horror of the Emperor of the Desolation. Because there was such a saying in the sea wilderness Shenzhou back then-the emperor of the sea wilderness, the sea wilderness is invincible.