In the north of the Northern Cold, through the vast fog, it is the seven peaks of the north of the town and the endless cold plains of the Northern Han Sect.

The seven peaks in the north of the town, in the shape of the Big Dipper, faintly emit seven colors of light and continue to circulate, forming a huge formation, gathering the aura of heaven and earth, and condensing the momentum of the sun and the moon.

And the endless northern wilderness and cold plain, the wind and snow are all over the sky, and the icebergs stretch for thousands of miles, boundless.

Speaking of the Northern Wilderness Cold Plain, it is a strange existence in the Northern Wilderness Domain, because except for some places covered by the Great Magic, the wind and snow in the entire Cold Plain are endless all year round. Legend of the Northern Wilderness, the cold plain was also alternating between cold and summer tens of thousands of years ago, the four seasons were distinct, and then there was a great battle of immortals, I don't know what immortal law caused the wind and snow here all year round.

The huge moat in the middle of the cold plains and the seven peaks is as long as 10,000 zhang, and the ends are not visible, and the width is also hundreds of zhang away, and the bottom of the deep is not visible. The cliff is dangerous, the yellow crane is sad, the ape does not cross, the black fog is misty, and such a terrifying moat makes people fearful. It is said that this moat is a ravine left by the great mana during the immortal war.

And now this moat divides the seven peaks in the north of the town and the cold plain into two shijie. One is the colorful and blurred northern cold seven peaks, and the other is the endless cold plain with endless wind and snow.

In the middle of the seven peaks of the North Cold, there is the north peak of the main peak town, towering into the clouds, like a sword pointing to the sky.

At this time, the peak of the peak sat with a blank eye, and all kinds of seven-colored runes were engraved around him, and the brilliance was flowing, and it was very weird.

The first stage of the Great Perfection of Soul Dispersion is the cultivation of painstaking people. His true body has been sitting here for nearly 7,000 years!

Now, three years after the Northern Cold Rebellion.

At this time, the painstaking son slowly opened his eyes, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes. Immediately, a male cultivator in a black robe gradually transformed behind him.

This black-robed male cultivator has a handsome face, quite angular, his eyes are full of murderous intent, and there is endless blood hidden in the depths of his eyes.

This black-clothed monk is none other than Amu, who was rescued by Painstaking Son in the Northern Cold Rebellion three years ago. It's just that today's Amu has already taken off the childishness of a teenager, and has a little more stability and maturity, and the demonic energy on his body is getting heavier, with a killing aura between his steps and feet.

"That's right! Fix the cultivation of the high-level Great Perfection! It seems that your "Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra" has taken it to another level, and the Immortal Demon Illusion Technique is already comparable to the method of teleportation of a spiritual realm monk!"

"It's still the work of the seniors!" Amu Chong bowed slightly.

"How can I have any credit, or you are born with a demon body, and your understanding is excellent!" In fact, in the past three years, I have worked hard to guide Amu, and I have taught him all the magic skills I know, but I have not taken credit at all.

Amu was grateful in his heart, but he also knew the character of this hard-working man, so he didn't say much about thanks.

Then, with his hands behind his back, Amu looked at the rolling mist of the ten thousand feet of the moat as if he was thoughtful, and said slowly, "Senior, seven thousand years have passed!

"Oh?" Bitter Xinzi didn't seem to expect Amu to ask such a question, so he was silent for a moment, and then pointed to the ten thousand feet of heaven and asked Amu Dao, "Where is what?"

"Huh?" Amu frowned slightly, not knowing what he meant, "Didn't the senior say that there was a demon sealed there?"

"That's right! That's a demon! So, I have been sitting alone for 7,000 years, but I can exchange the Northern Wilderness for 7,000 years of peace, and I can exchange for the peace of all living beings in the Northern Wilderness, so why regret it? I was originally a guardian!"

"Guardian!"

Amu listened to the words of the bitter man and did not speak, but just watched the black fog in the ten thousand zhang moat rise and fall, but the word guardian echoed in his ears

The blurred colored light on the seven peaks in the north of the town and the shadow of the black mist of the moat are intertwined and reflected in Amu's eyes.

In the past three years, everything in the Northern Cold Rebellion Amu cannot be forgotten, but it has become deeper and deeper.

Guardians?

I think of the ice fairy, I think of the purple jade, and I think of the nameless monks of the Northern Han who died to protect themselves. Amu doesn't know if they are his guardians for a while, but one day, Amu will continue to avenge them. Mei Wangnan is dead, and Amu will put this account on the head of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

In the past three years, Amu often thinks of the first time he fought in the battle of life and death, Ziyu Lishui Liruo and the three of them interceded for him, and his promise to Han Qianli - "With these three people, Amu will definitely live up to the North Han in this life!"

Amu felt that his words were more like an ignorant joke.

The Northern Han Rebellion can be said to have started because of him, and Ziyu died to save him, but in this catastrophe that almost wiped out the Northern Han Sect, Amu's Liliang was really a mantis arm.

Saying that it lives up to Beihan is nothing more than an empty word.

Therefore, for the past three years, Amu has been cultivating penance, from the beginning of the initial level of fixed cultivation to the current high level of fixed cultivation of the Great Perfection. This speed is not unfast, and you must know that every step the monk takes is difficult. But Amu still won't be satisfied!

Seeing that Amu was silent, he knew Amu's heart well, so he smiled faintly and said: "Amu, as the heir of the demon coffin, you will one day cross the sea wilderness! In the past three years, you have done your best, don't be in a hurry!"

"Oh!" Painstakingly said that interrupted Amu's thoughts.

"Nine coffins get one, but the town of the three realms!" Amu remembered Wang Jue's words back then, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly, although he made rapid progress, but the distance between him and the three realms of Kezhen Amu didn't dare to imagine.

"Senior, what kind of secret does the demon coffin contain? Why are you willing to protect the way for me and be a demon keeper?" Amu looked at the painstaking son, these are all questions that Amu has had in his heart for three years.

"Hehe!" this time he shook his head and smiled bitterly, because Amu had asked the same question many times, "I don't know the secret of the demon coffin! I only know that I need to wait here for the arrival of the heir of the demon coffin, lead him into the devil, and protect him!"

"And then for seven thousand years, you have been guarding that demon while waiting for the heir of the demon coffin to appear!" Amu said helplessly to Ku Xinzi, because these words had been said many times.

"Senior, don't you really know my master?" Amu was still unwilling.

"I only recognize the devil's coffin, not my face! I am also curious about your old man, I don't know what he is, how he can give you the devil's coffin and that magical black rattan! And the nine hundred and ninety sigils are actually ten times what I have learned. But one thing is for sure, we have never met!"

Regarding Wang Jue, he is really confused. Because the person who guards himself here is not Wang Jue at all. From Amu's mouth, he could also judge that it was definitely not two faces of the same person, but two completely different people.

But how could things be so strange? Wang Jue asked Amu to come to the Northern Han Sect, and he always felt that Wang Jue's arrangement was full of mystery, but he couldn't think it through.

It's almost the same answer, Amu can only nod helplessly, everything is also a mystery to Amu.

"Amu, don't think about it too much! The only thing you can do now is to improve your cultivation! As long as you can reach the realm of the Supreme Spirit, will I let you go down the mountain to meet your master and sister? Painstakingly explained.

After listening to Ku Xinzi's words, Amu didn't say anything, just nodded, but there was an extremely resolute look in his eyes, the realm of the spirit, this is the goal that Ku Xinzi set for him. Amu must quickly attain the supreme spirit.

Lin Yuan envy the fish, it is better to retreat and close the net! This truth, Amu naturally understands, so he quickly cleaned up his mood.

"I don't know about the Thousand Soul Dance, how are you cultivating?"

"It's already the number of ten souls!"

After speaking, Amu shook with one hand, the demonic qi burst, the black mist surged, and in an instant, ten demonic souls were suspended around Amu.

These ten demon souls are all demon souls that have been controlled by painstaking people, and they are practiced with Amu. However, this Thousand Soul Dance technique is extremely strange, and once this demon soul belongs to anyone, it cannot be controlled by others. It's okay to practice like this with Amu, but it's impossible to fight the enemy.

"Hmm!" Seeing that Amu was already able to control the Ten Souls, he was quite satisfied, knowing that this Thousand Souls Dance technique was by no means ordinary. This is not an ordinary soul control technique, because this is a technique that only demon cultivators can cultivate. Although the painstaking son is not a demon cultivator, but by chance, he has a trace of ancient magic power, so he can use it to perform this technique.

And at this point, Amu is not a problem, because Amu is a rare demon body demon cultivator in the ages, and it is suitable for practicing this technique. However, this also requires extremely powerful demonic sense, and it is extremely rare for Amu to be able to control the ten souls without being counterattacked.

"What about the Sigil Forbidden Diagram?"

"Among them, there are nine kinds of sigils, eighty-one changes, I have mastered them! I can lay down three forbidden maps, and deduce nine changes!"

"The Thousand Souls Dance has been cultivated to ten souls, and you have already planted the Seal Forbidden Diagram Technique! Although your cultivation is one line behind, it seems that you came today to let me send you to the Desolate Soul Secret Realm!"

"Amu Zheng has this intention, if I enter the Soul Secret Realm early, I may be able to enter the Spirit Realm one day earlier. I hope that my predecessors will be perfected!" Amu's tone was extremely earnest.

Ku Xinzi looked at Amu and hesitated: "Amu, it's not that I don't want to send you in. But that desolate soul secret realm is very strange. Legend has it that it is an ancient killing field, which evolved over thousands of years! Although there are countless rare treasures, it can be said that they are inexhaustible, but there are also monsters and beasts that are rampant, and the ghosts and ghosts are incomprehensible, and they are extremely dangerous. It is difficult for you to survive unless you have cultivated above the Supreme Spirit! Although you can fight to the Spirit, you ......."

Ku Xinzi didn't say anything more, but the meaning was already obvious, that is, he didn't approve of Amu entering the Desolate Soul Secret Realm now.

"Seniors, rest assured, Amu Zhubao is a secret realm that a soul realm monk can't enter, Amu has more than enough to protect himself! Not to mention that the real demon cultivator is afraid that he will have to go through the baptism of blood and fire. How can you become a demon without killing!" A blood-colored light flashed in Amu's eyes, and now Amu is more demonic than three years ago.

Ku Xinzi was silent for a while, and then nodded: "Okay! Seven days later, it is the day the Desolate Soul Secret Realm opens, I will send you in!"

"Thank you, senior!" Amu didn't have any extra words, bowed to the painstaking son, and then gradually turned into nothingness. This Immortal Demon Phantom Technique is a technique that Amu has vigorously practiced in three years.

Watching Amu gradually disappear, Painstaking Zi's expression was slightly complicated.

And at this moment, a red-robed soul suddenly appeared in the void.

(Sunday is always the busiest!!This chapter has been written for a long time, because it is a transitional chapter, it has been deleted and changed six or seven times, and I am still not satisfied!Woo! Everyone pinch their noses! I hope everyone will like the Desolate Soul Secret Realm, it is a bizarre shijie.) ）