"Arctic Immortal Sea?" Amu was slightly stunned, he didn't expect the black-clothed painstaking man to say such a place.

"That's right!" the black-clothed bitter man smiled slightly, and then looked at the north from afar, "Actually, the Northern Han Sect and the Arctic Immortal Sea have the same root and origin, or my Northern Han Patriarch Beihanzi, in fact, is the inheritance of the Arctic Immortal Sea." The establishment of the Northern Han Sect was also on the order of the Arctic Immortal Sea at that time, just to provide one more barrier for the Northern Wilderness. Nearly 10,000 years have passed, and a lot of the past has been drowned. But now that the sea wilderness is changing, the Arctic Immortal Sea is ready to take the Northern Han Sect back to the mountain gate again. Otherwise, there will be no sword and canonization of the three veins of the Northern Wilderness!"

"Oh!" after the black clothes said this, Amu suddenly brightened up.

It turned out that the Northern Han Sect and the Arctic Immortal Sea still had such a relationship. In this way, the three major immortal sects of the Northern Wilderness have a reasonable explanation for everything that the Arctic Immortal Sea has done to the Northern Han Sect.

"Amu, with your cultivation, go north, and in seven days, you will be able to see the Arctic Immortal Sea, which is a magical sea area! Your request will definitely be agreed to by the Arctic Immortal Sea!" said the black-clothed man bitterly.

"Seven days?" Amu frowned. He remembered that the three major sects of the Northern Wilderness that day, the monks of the Arctic Immortal Sea, seemed to be coming in an instant, killing the soul cultivator.

Knowing Amu's question, the black cloth explained painstakingly: "On the day of killing Qingkui, those two soul cultivators of the Arctic Immortal Sea came with the teleportation array of the Arctic Immortal Sea, otherwise they would never have come so fast. And if they want to enter the Northern Han Sect from the north, they must pass through my barrier, so they have to teleport to the vicinity, and then go with their swords. ”

Hearing what the black-clothed man said about his painstaking words, Amu was relieved, and immediately smiled: "This time to go to the Arctic Immortal Sea, can the predecessors also have a teleportation array to help me?"

"Oh, hehe!" the black man scolded with a smile when he heard this, "Stinky boy, you better go by yourself! At the same time, I want to warn you, the Arctic Immortal Sea is the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Sea Desolation, and its mountain gate is not so easy to enter, it will definitely test you! The Arctic Immortal Sea, Jianzhen is unparalleled! If you go, don't weaken the name of the Northern Han Sect and Demon Cultivator!"

"Huh?" Amu was slightly stunned, it seemed that this trip to Hanyuan was probably also an experience, so he said, "Don't worry, senior!

"No!" the black man shook his head bitterly.

"Then the junior farewell!" With that, Amu bowed deeply, then said no more, and as soon as his body moved, he stepped out of the void. A white shadow went straight to the north.

"Stinky boy, go fast!" the black-clothed man scolded with a smile, and then looked at the direction where Amu disappeared and sighed slightly, relieved and a little stunned.

"I hope there will be no changes in your trip to the cold plain!" The black cloth looked at the vast snow with painstaking thoughts, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Then, Zaijian's black-clothed painstaking hands were sealed, and a small magic circle was now void. At the same time, a black paper crane flew out of the palm of the black-clothed painstaking man and disappeared directly into the magic circle.

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The Northern Wilderness Cold Plain is a strange place in the Sea Wilderness Divine Prefecture, just because of the endless snowfall, it has rained for many thousands of years.

When Amu walked in the vast snow, he couldn't help but sigh at the creation of heaven and earth. Thinking about it, if there was really a battle of immortals thousands of years ago, it would be a pity that I couldn't see the demeanor of the immortals.

Painstakingly instructed Amu to go to the Arctic Immortal Sea, and Amu had been in this vast cold plain for three days.

Although it is all snow, the cold plains seem to be endless, but there is a special kind of fun.

In the past few days, Amu has not been in a hurry, and along the way, he has been secretly pranayama, and the demonic qi has been running. Amu found that the farther north he went, the more he didn't know Weishenme, the more surging and agitated the demonic qi in his body became.

In fact, by chance, Amu had just been promoted to the high level of the Spirit Saint, and the realm in his body was not very stable. However, in the past few days, Amu's realm has steadily entered the high level of the Spirit Saint, and there is still a trend of slow improvement.

This kind of improvement is an extremely rare state for a monk of the high level of the Spirit Saint. In the realm of the Spirit Saint, every step is extremely difficult, and in a few days, it is extremely rare to feel that the realm has improved.

The aura on this cold plain seems to be somewhat special, and it is extremely suitable for Amu's cultivation.

This is really a strange realm, and the slightest aura in the vast snow actually contains endless demonic nature. Amu walked on the cold plain, and sometimes there was the freedom and pleasure of fish entering the abyss and dragons returning to the sea.

"Immortals, demons?" Amu raised his eyes and looked around, only to see the vast snowfall, scattered all over the sky. The sky is high and the earth is endless, and an inexplicable emotion gradually spreads.

"Who is an immortal, and who is a demon?" these eight words suddenly blurted out, and even Amu himself felt a little strange.

"Who is an immortal? Who is a demon?" Amu looked at the heavy snow that was born in the high heavens and fell on the earth, not melting or melting, and the heavy snow for ten thousand years, there was a little sadness coming from it.

"Immortal, demon?" Actually, since the night of Liuzhen, Wang Jue turned into Amu and the demon coffin entered the sea. Amu had never thought much about the problem of immortals and demons, and everything went naturally.

Immortals, how's that? Demons, too?

Master, Wang Jue's words, have always been remembered by Amu -- There is no good or evil in cultivation, and there is a way for both immortals and demons! The so-called distinction between good and evil, and the theory of immortals and demons, is a deceptive remark and a theory of ignorance among children.

Amu Shen took his master's words for granted, so he basically didn't think about any immortals and demons. But I didn't know that when Weishenme arrived on this cold plain, such a question suddenly rushed out of his mind.

For Master Wang Jue's words, Amu seemed to have a deeper understanding, but he couldn't grasp it for a while.

"Who is an immortal, who is a demon?" These eight words suddenly lingered in Amu's mind, and they did not disperse for a long time, as if there was a soul that was not controlled by Amu.

At the same time, there was a sudden change in Amu's Danhai. The magic coffin, which had only appeared once last time when the remnants of the coffin were recovered, suddenly gradually floated upward, chopping the waves, and rushed directly out of Amu's Danhai.

The demon coffin fell directly into the shadow of the demon coffin, and then rotated slowly, like a person looking around.

"Alas!" seemed silent, but deep in Amu's heart, it was as if he heard a woman's sigh slightly.

Amu's state of mind once again felt inexplicably sad. It was the sadness I felt because I had a heart-to-heart with the demon coffin.

Is it the bluestone?

Looking at the Danhai inside, gray and misty, Amu saw in a trance that the image of the bluestone was actually floating on the magic coffin.

The bluestone is called the Three Realms Forgetting Worries Stone, which comes from the strange fairy secret realm in the desolate soul secret realm, and there was a fairy grass on its side.

Amu still remembered that there was once a mirror image on the Three Realms Forgetting Worries Stone, and it was a woman in white who charmed all beings and overshadowed the women of the Three Realms.

That kind of beauty does not belong to the human world, and even immortals are difficult to compare with it.

Moreover, in front of the mirror image of the woman in white, the ancient desolate demon scriptures of Amu, who can break thousands of illusions, are useless, because the ancient desolate demon scriptures cannot manifest glyphs in front of the woman in white at all.

It was an absolute awe and surrender!

In Amu's opinion, if that woman really has a person, her strength is unimaginable. The so-called, the second realm of the soul tribulation, I am afraid that in front of it, I can only turn into smoke.

Amu was thinking about it, and suddenly, the woman appeared again on the bluestone mirror.

That situation was the same as when Amu first saw the Three Realms Forgetting Worries Stone.

It was still the dark shijie, which seemed to be a deep valley, and the background was blurred, but there was a full moon hanging high in the void. Amu has always wondered where it is, and it feels extremely strange.

The woman in the valley stood sideways, her ankle-length hair fluttering slightly, and a few strands of green silk swept across the woman's cheeks. Some loneliness and sadness linger faintly, I don't know how many years?

The beauty of the heart is beyond words.

The loneliness and loneliness are enough to move the Three Realms.

Suddenly, the woman in the bluestone mirror began to dance to the moon.

This is not the first time Amu has seen the woman's dance steps. It was a very special dance move, and it was wonderful.

The woman in white danced, her long sleeves waved, like a white lotus in the wind, beautiful and fluttering. Moving with the wind, like a fairy in a flower, a spirit in the night.

For a while, that inexplicable sadness once again diffused in Amu's heart. The light and agile dance posture is even more lingering.

Unconsciously, Amu's eyes, heart, and mind were completely occupied by the magical dance steps, and the dancing woman was like a fairy in the moonlit night, indescribably beautiful.

The body moves with his heart, and in the vast snow, Amu can't help himself, and he also dances in the air.

The white shadow is flying, and Amu's dance steps are not as smart and soft as the woman in the mirror, but they are a little more elegant and chic.

Vast snowfall, falling from the sky. Amu flies uncontrollably, like a wild goose and a white crane, proudly in the air.

At the same time, the demonic qi around Amu's body involuntarily flew rapidly. In the Danhai Sea, the microwave rippled, and countless demonic qi was sent to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

The woman in the mirror image is not dancing fast, and Amu feels that he can clearly see her every movement, and then copy it uncontrollably.

It was a weird and magical footwork.

However, the woman in white has always carried a faint sadness, and that sadness seems to have passed through countless time and space, and it has never dissipated.

Suddenly, Amu felt a chill pass across his cheeks.

"Huh?" Amu was shocked in his heart, it was a very special cold feeling.

"Tears?" That's right, as far as Amu reached out, it was actually a tear, flowing down the corner of Amu's eye.

Sad!

The inexplicable sadness almost filled Amu's heart.

There was no sound in the mirror, but Amu could see the tears in the woman's eyes, and he could see the woman singing to the moon, but she didn't know what to sing.

However, I will also cry. Amu had only sadness and confusion in his heart.

"I hope for thousands of years! My soul returns, ask Jun An where ?......"