The boundary of the sea wilderness and the northern wilderness.

To the north of the Cold Plains, there is a place farther away than the Arctic Immortal Sea, where it is almost the end of the sea wilderness. Snow-capped mountains, winding endlessly. I don't know where those mountains start and where they end. I don't know how many tens of thousands of years those mountains have survived.

Like the peaks of the sword, angrily pointing at the sky. One of the peaks is not high, but goes straight into the clouds. It is very similar to the legendary Arctic Optimus Pillar, standing between heaven and earth, adding a little more quiet and mysterious.

Such a solemn and sacred atmosphere, thousands of miles away, is enough for people to bow and worship.

However, on the sea wilderness, almost no one knows the existence of this holy mountain. Because of the thousands of miles in radius, there are supreme prohibitions, as long as you enter this 10,000-mile area and take a wrong step, you will destroy your soul.

At this time, between heaven and earth, there was a wind and snow. A girl in white was in the wind and snow, stepping on the snow head-on. She walked extremely slowly, and her footwork was even more bizarre, but every step fell on the junction of this thousand miles of killing and forbidden.

From far to near, the appearance of the girl in white gradually became clear. She is none other than Murong Haiqing, the body of the Nine Yin.

On the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, a ropeway leading to the mountain falls down in an arc, just like a ladder to the sky. The cold air in the mountains has condensed for thousands of years, and most of the ropeway has been wrapped in ice and snow, and it has long lost its original appearance.

In the wind and snow, the ropeway is like a white dragon dancing in the wind, whining.

On the peak opposite the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, a woman in purple sat cross-legged on the Stygian Mountain. A faint purple glow shone on the purple-clothed woman, and it was an extremely strange magic light.

The woman in purple was within a radius of three zhang, without the slightest wind and snow. Three feet in front of her, there was a pot of nine-leaf fairy grass with a faint blue light.

Forget the soul and worry about the grass, the cold ice.

At this time, Murong Haiqing had already stepped on the wind and snow. Han Bing felt it in his heart. Slowly opened his eyes, then stood up and looked at Murong Haiqing. She knew Murong Haiqing, what was she doing in Heishui.

Murong Haiqing looked at Han Bingyi and smiled faintly: "He's back, alive!"

"Thank you!" Han Bingyi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but her face was a little sad, and she didn't ask again. This sentence is enough, nothing else matters.

"Bingyi. You wait for Master's arrangement!" Murong Haiqing said again.

Han Bingyi nodded, and Murong Haiqing's body swept away, like a white bird, landing on the iron cable. The body glided, flashing a few times. Murong Haiqing disappeared into Han Bingyi's eyes and disappeared at the end of the iron cable.

The cold ice is blank in his eyes. Reflecting the quiet sacred mountain of the Three Realms. That's what she can't hope for.

Smack-

The pot of soul-forgetting grass that had been accompanied by cold ice for nearly three hundred years suddenly shattered. The nine-leaf fairy grass, the blue mangs are scattered, and they wither instantly.

Forget the soul and worry about it, since the soul is back, why worry about it?

The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms. I don't know how high the mountain is, in the clouds. Back mountain, a sea of clouds cave entrance, fairy breath. There is no wind and snow at all.

The heirs of the sea are cold jade, the fairy posture is graceful, and the man stands far away, looking at the sea of clouds. Such a situation, for tens of thousands of years, has been the norm of cold jade.

In Leng Yu's pupils, the sea of clouds that had been rolling for tens of millions of years was endless. The oath of thousands of years is still in my ears.

"The heirs of the sea are ordered by the heavens to protect the holy mountain and guard the Three Realms. Hundreds of catastrophes, eternal reincarnation, ashes, no complaints, no regrets!"

This is the oath made by the Canghai Immortal Venerable back then, and every generation of disciples who worship the ancient flow of the Canghai Sea must be remembered here.

That is the oath of the sea, and it is also the belief and responsibility of the ancient flow of the sea.

That year, maybe I don't know what year or month. On the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, the sky is blue and blue.

A young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. A young girl, budding to be released.

It was the former Leng Yu and Shenlang, and they knelt down in front of a woman in fairy clothes. That woman is the master of Shenlang and Leng Yu, Canghai Magu.

After several vicissitudes of the sea, several degrees of mulberry fields. Aunt Magu has seen too many changes in the world. For thousands of years, she has been the ninety-seventh generation of the ancient stream of the sea, and she is a peerless Three Realms Immortal.

Canghai Magu looked at Shenlang and Leng Yu gently.

Shenlang and Leng Yu bowed to the master, and the vow of the sea resounded through the holy mountain from their mouths.

That year, that day, the sea of clouds was still rolling. Shenlang and Leng Yu became, and the ninety-eighth generation of Canghai Guliu was inherited. They were still a little stranger to each other. Leng Yu was a little timid, but Shenlang was unimpressed.

Time is like a bath, a warmth, I don't know how many years have passed.

Front Mountain. Spiritual power is like the wind, swept with the wind.

Suddenly there was a sound of laughter between men and women, naturally Leng Yu and Shenlang.

"Yu'er, your 'cold ice hand' doesn't seem to be in the fire, and it's hard to beat my 'flameless palm'! Hehe, admit defeat and admit defeat, and you will clean up the snow in the back mountain today. ”

"Hmph, clean up, clean up. Who is afraid, Master said that clearing the snow is also a practice. Leng Yu's mouth pursed and walked towards the back mountain.

After walking a few steps, Leng Yu suddenly turned around and pouted at Shenlang, and said, "Shenlang, you are not allowed to help me." In the future, I will cultivate the secret of the sea and make you obedient!"

"Self-inflicted, who said to help you. Kamiro said with a grin. However, he secretly said in his heart: "The secret of the sea is good, but it is slower! When you have cultivated the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon!

The girl Leng Yu snorted coldly and stomped away.

Back Mountain.

The girl Leng Yu held the big broom angrily, the big broom was by no means ordinary, but dark and clear, it was a magic weapon made of 10,000 years of dark iron, weighing more than 10,000 catties.

At this time, Leng Yu's cultivation realm had entered the soul realm. The broom in his hand is flying, and the snow shadow is all over the sky.

However, Leng Yu scribbled in the snow while sweeping.

It turned out that Leng Yu painted a villain, with a look and clothing, which was very similar to the gods, that is, between the eyebrows and eyes, with a bit of the arrogance of the gods, which can be described as lifelike.

Leng Yu first looked at the image, smiled sweetly, and then suddenly pouted.

Slide your fingers and volley a little. On the body of the snow god, there are two more big forks.

"Hmph!" Leng Yu pouted and muttered loudly: "Stinky senior brother, bad god, don't help me." I won't help you when I can beat you, hmph, who is rare. You are just bullying me, Master said that clearing the snow is also a practice. I will definitely cultivate the trick of the sea!

Talking to himself, the more Leng Yu spoke, the more angry he became, and the broom in his hand swept around. The soul power that filled the sky rolled up an endless snowstorm whirlwind, like Leng Yu's restless heart for some reason.

Suddenly, a white light broke through the void.

"Hmm!" Leng Yu flashed sideways, it turned out to be a snow ball, which happened to hit the mountain road she had just swept.

Leng Yu didn't look back and knew who it was, and said angrily: "Stinky Senior Brother, Bad God, if you don't help me, you will ......"

Suddenly turned around.

"Smack-" A snow ball had no power, but it hit Leng Yu's beautiful face, and it also hit Leng Yu's heart at the beginning of his love.

Leng Yu's eyes were shining, her eyelashes blinked slightly, and a mouthful of snow erupted from her red lips, and she was stunned on the spot.

That year, the sun was warm and the holy mountain was peaceful. Leng Yu's love blooms like a snow lotus, falling in love with the man who will never belong to her.

Kamiro carries a super large broom, and the warm smile on his face seems to melt the ice and snow......

Time passes, year after year, and no one can surpass it.

Front mountain, open field.

Canghai Magu, with a smile on her hand, Shenlang Leng Yu seems to have just compared. Leng Yu pouted and glared angrily at Kamiro. The results of the competition, needless to say, for thousands of years, Leng Yu has never won. And Shenlang has never let Leng Yu.

Canghai Magu's eyes were gentle, and she said with a smile: "Yu'er, Lang'er's talent is far better than yours, so you don't have to be angry." However, you are very different from him, and one day you may not be invincible to him. The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms is the place where the essence of heaven and earth gathers, and if you cultivate here, you will definitely be able to comprehend the way of heaven, and I hope that you will ascend to the fairyland as soon as possible, protect the holy mountain, and guard the Three Realms. ”

Canghai Magu turned her head, looked at Shenlang again, and said softly: "Lang'er, you are a genius in the sky, I am afraid that you are the first person in the ancient flow of Canghai for thousands of years, comparable to Canghai Immortal Venerable." However, you have a very rebellious spirit in your heart, and it seems that you always have to fight for heaven and turn things around. Young and frivolous, but here you must be like a mirror, in order to be transparent, do not miss the practice. ”

In the words, Canghai Magu loves Leng Yu and Shenlang very much, but when she looks at Shenlang's eyes, she is a little more pampered.

"Disciple obeys Master's teachings!" Shenlang and Leng Yu replied in unison.

Leng Yu is the infatuated and gentle moon, and Shenlang is the unruly sky.

The secret of the sea is the secret of the ancient flow of the sea passed down by the immortals of the sea.

Leng Yu practiced hard, just to defeat the god once, for the little sweetness in his heart. Kamiro is far ahead, thinking about how to subvert the secret of the sea, and then step into the sky.

The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, there are caves, and the name is called Guizang! The classics are endless, and there are thousands of immortal arts.

One day, Shenlang discovered the forbidden art of the sea - the secret of the three lives of immortals and demons.

Reincarnation of three lives and three lives, immortals, demons, and mortals.

Enter the demon with immortals, and then pass through the mortal tribulation, and finally go straight to the path of the Venerable. Shenlang ignored why Canghai Immortal Venerable made it a forbidden technique, and this was the exercise that Shenlang wanted.

Shenlang didn't want to endure countless thousands of years before he could go from robbery to immortality.

True Immortals, Xuan Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, Primordial Immortals, in addition, there are also the Five Decay Paths, the Nine Realms of Eternity......

Too long, too far.

Shenlang, to go against the sky, because in his heart he can control a qiē. He can do anything as long as he wants.

First into the immortals, then into the demons, and into mortals. It seems easy, but there are thousands of disasters, and they can be wiped out at any time.

Three thousand years, when Leng Yu was just in the lower realm of fire tribulation, Shenlang had already stepped into the true immortal. At that time, the door of eternal reincarnation had not yet been opened, and the wheel of cause and effect had not yet turned.

Immortal death, demon destruction, Buddha Nirvana, demon death. There is no reincarnation of all bodies, and there is no awakening of all people.

Five thousand years, nine immortals. Nine thousand years, stepping into the immortals. In 17,000 years, Kamiro finally became a primordial immortal. Shenlang is absolutely unprecedented, worthy of being the first person in the ancient flow of the sea for thousands of years.

However, on the night when Shenlang broke through the realm and became the original immortal.

Whether it was Canghai Magu or Leng Yu, they didn't expect it.

Shenlang, with the demon coffin, said goodbye without saying goodbye, and plunged into the six realms of reincarnation.

Until, later, there was a repair in the sea wilderness, and his name was Molang. (To be continued......)