North Han Sect, the north peak of the town.

Eight thousand years ago, overnight, black fog enveloped the entire seven peaks in the north of the town. Beihan Town is in the north of the line, life and death are unknown.

Because, the demon lang was seriously injured and came from the snow field with the broken demon coffin, so please help suppress a wisp of demon soul. Since then, the Scattered Soul Monk has been working hard for 8,000 years, but fortunately, he has lived up to his trust and is unharmed.

A thousand years ago, there were two great battles between Brahma and Blackwater. Amu and Lishui, who were born in the northern cold, are already monks of the realm and are invincible in Shenzhou. The Northern Han Sect is rising, and its status is faintly like the past, the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Sea Wilderness.

Therefore, now, in the entire sea wilderness, no one dares to pay attention to the Northern Han Sect.

However, the sky is unpredictable. Crises are often unintentional. Probably, no one would have thought that someone would be able to enter the Northern Han Sect silently and enter the Seven Peaks of Zhenbei.

The black-clothed Bitter Son and the Arctic Immortal didn't even have a chance to fight back, so they fell in this way.

Two men in black, black robes facing the wind, hats hanging in the snow. In front of the Arctic Immortals and the Bitter Hearts, they are like true gods.

Only, on the north peak of the town, the true body of the painstaking son, the hand pinched the seal, and the forbidden map rose up. However, it was not because of the realm of painstaking son, but because he had the forbidden map of the Demon Lang.

Seven colorful rays, earth-shattering power.

This technique of the painstaking son can completely destroy any monk in the sea wilderness, even if he is a true immortal?

However, the two blackfriars had already prepared. As soon as qiē, they are all very clear.

"Hmph!" the dwarf monk sneered. "Forbidden picture, hard work, unfortunately, you are not a magic man!"

Good bye. The dwarf monk, with a wave of one hand.

In an instant, he rolled up, endless waves of snow. That kind of power, except for what he has seen in Molang, he has never seen it in his life.

What kind of realm is that, what kind of cultivation?

Boom -

The waves of snow are like dragons. Soaring to the sky, it is bumping into the seven-colored forbidden map.

Snow dance. The colours are scattered.

The entire seven peaks in the north of the town are shaking. The whole earth is resonance.

However, at this time, the Northern Han monks outside the north peak of the town. There is no clue about it. Because. The two men in black, along the way, have already laid down the enchantment.

And farther away on the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, because, the moment the Three Realms Gate was about to open, the immortal power was strange. Unexpectedly, I didn't perceive this moment.

Everyone is waiting for Amu to appear. And there is no such thing as a sea waste.

It was at this moment when the defense was at its weakest that two men in black arrived.

This is a well-prepared soul-reeling.

At this time. Zhenbei Peak is a closed world. No one, can't be saved!

Such a situation occurred not because the demon lang was not well arranged back then, nor because the hard work was too bad, but because the appearance of these two black-clothed people far exceeded the common sense of the sea wilderness.

Above the sea wilderness, the holy city is respected by the purple seclusion. However, even if the Purple Shadow Holy Envoy came in person, he would never have such ability. Unless, that's the Heavenly Maiden's Phantom Flower.

However, in Purple Hidden City, there is only one phantom flower.

"Wow-"

The true body of the painstaking child, affected by the power of its countershock, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as white as paper in an instant.

Goodbye, painstaking son seals again. At the center of his eyebrows, a flying sword struck. It was a magic sword, and it was used to suppress the movement of the remnant soul of the demon lang.

That magic sword, with a demonic aura, is a top-level immortal treasure. However, such a magic weapon was not worth mentioning in front of the man in black.

Whew――

The black-clothed dwarf, with long sleeves dancing, is a black light.

Smack-

The magic sword was directly drawn away by it.

"Hehe, if it weren't for the forbidden attempt of the Demon Lang to protect you, just a little scattered soul, how could you have a chance to make a move?" the dwarf man in black sneered, and at the same time, as soon as his body entered, he formed a magic seal with one hand.

"Broken-" The black-clothed dwarf snorted softly.

The earth-shattering power is stimulated. That's an absolutely earth-destroying force.

At this time, the forbidden map on the north peak of the entire town instantly shone brightly. However, these forbidden pictures are not set up for the people in black at this level.

Bitter heart, it's not a magic lang, it's not even Amu. Even if there is a supreme forbidden map, it is impossible to resist the power of the man in black. There are too many differences in ranks, too much.

The man in black, although he is a dwarf, is definitely a speck of dust in terms of realm cultivation.

The man in black, under the earth-shattering force, worked hard, had no way to resist or dodge.

And at the moment when this earth-shattering force was pressed, it was not his own life and death that broke the pain's heart. Instead, he saw in the distance, another man in black, with his hands sealed.

That was the moment that made the painstaking son despair.

That set is quite a strange seal. Painstakingly, I've never seen a spell like that.

I saw that with the blackfriar's spell. The bottomless moat exploded with a bang.

Thousands of feet of snow and dust turned into white light. Whether it was the painstaking prohibition, or the prohibition of the Arctic Immortal, or even the blessing of the Holy Lotus from the water, at that moment, it was all vulnerable.

In front of the black-clothed monk, the ice and snow seal was like a piece of tofu.

"Whew-" In an instant, the black mist gushed up like a tide. It was the power that had been sealed for eight thousand years, and it seemed to burst out.

"Woo-hoo--"

"The heavens will not be destroyed, and the earth will be hard to be buried! If my soul returns, the blood will stain the blue sky-" The familiar and unfamiliar voice of the painstaking son, which had not sounded for thousands of years, now reverberated again.

That is, a wisp of the soul of the Molang, not the Molang.

"Noise!"

It's just that I didn't expect the chubby blackfriar to actually say something that was often said in the past. I saw that the black-clothed monk had his hands sealed again.

Immediately, a black light rose from behind it. It was a black scroll!

"Collect the soul!" the blackfriar shouted.

The scroll in the void unfolded rapidly, like a dragon dance, and seemed to open a black curtain.

Hula-la-huh-

Endless wind, infinite power. The black scroll was covered with all kinds of prohibitions. At this time, even if Amu is here. Also marvel at the power of that black scroll.

In the moat, all the black fog instantly gathered into an inky torrent.

Woo-roar-roar

In the torrent of ink. There is still unwillingness, there is still demonic will, and there is still anger. However, in front of the black-clothed monk's spells, under the black scroll, they were so powerless.

A qiē is nothing but an instantaneous. It's all a moment of electric light. The inky torrent was completely absorbed into the scroll.

"Seal?-" The blackfriar snorted again.

The scroll that covers the sky. Closes instantly.

Heaven and earth are silent!

The painstaking son, the remnant soul of the eight-thousand-year-old demon who guarded with his life, the sealing array that was laid at the cost of the entire northern cold town, and the belief that guarded with life......

Moment. It's all falling apart. 一qiē. have lost their meaning.

"Mo Lang, a qiē rest!" At that moment, the bitter son was actually dead. Because, the meaning of his life is no longer there.

Boom -

Although, the forbidden picture left by the demon lang is still instinctively resisting a qiē. But. Hardworking, already desperate.

Bang -

Last minute. Bitterly, he smiled coldly.

Self-destruct!

That's hard work, the biggest killer move. His self-explosion is a forbidden self-explosion. In his absence, the entire forbidden map will be destroyed.

Boom - Rumble -

The black-clothed dwarf let out a "puff", and before the spell was used, he retreated sharply. Life and death have been divided, he doesn't want to be hurt senselessly.

The power of the forbidden map explosion, he also has to avoid its edge.

Dust and smoke rose everywhere, and snow-capped mountains collapsed.

The power of the forbidden map, a spell by the black-clothed dwarf, actually flattened the entire north peak of the town. At the same time, the Demon Lang forbids the picture, and the hard work of his true body, all of which are destroyed at that moment.

The black-clothed dwarf retreated quickly, but his front heart was still shocked by the power of the forbidden map. Luckily, it didn't matter.

"What a powerful forbidden picture, a little scattered soul, it can even be injured!"

"Of course!" At this time, the slightly chubby black-clothed monk had already completed a qiē, "People related to the Demon Lang should not be underestimated!"

Then, two men in black, standing in the wind and snow, stopped slightly. Actually, basically, it can't be counted as a battle, because there is no real round at all.

It could only be a massacre, or a plunder. In fact, any person in black can sweep a qiē, but strive to be foolproof.

"Let's go!" said the chubby man in black.

The dwarf man in black nodded.

Two people, no more conversations. As soon as his body moved, he disappeared into the north peak of the town in an instant. As soon as the two of them came out of the Northern Han Sect, the enchantment they laid down lasted less than a quarter of an hour.

That time was enough to keep them away. Actually, they didn't plan to hide anything. Because, there is no need for that, if the sea is panicked, it is what they want.

Whew――

Endless gales, suddenly raised. In the north of the northern cold, the black fog that has not dispersed for 8,000 years gradually dissipates with the wind.

The heavens and the earth are quiet, and the miles are solemn.

On that day, the Zhenbei Peak of the Northern Han Sect finally showed its long-lost face. The young disciple who didn't know a qiē even cheered, thinking that he had seen the wonders of heaven and earth.

According to the legend of the Northern Cold, there is a soul-scattering ancestor in the north of the town. However, the painstaking child is no more. The remnant soul of the demon was snatched away.

When the fog dissipated, the various sects and veins of the Northern Han Sect rushed to the sky and went straight to the north of the town.

However, the snow field is moat, and the cold wind is howling. Dazed, nothing.

Knowing the inside story of Zhenbei Peak, the great power of the Northern Han Sect all changed suddenly and was shocked. Han Qianli and Bai Yifeng looked at each other.

The current Northern Han Sect Master, Su Xin, frowned even more, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

Everyone in the Northern Han Sect seemed to have a big stone in their hearts. The remnant soul of the demon lang is gone, it is definitely a shocking event, and at the same time, it is definitely an ominous omen.

"Su Xin!" Han Qianli raised his eyebrows, since he returned to the Northern Cold, he has been concentrating on cultivation. He has the help of the sea jade pendant, and now he is a man of wind robbery.

For hundreds of years, Su Xin controlled the Northern Han Sect and prospered. Han Qianli has never given an order. Today, however, is different.

"The disciple is here!" Su Xin hurriedly bowed.

"Quickly report, the major immortal gates of the sea wilderness, the north of the town is changing, and the sea is chaotic!" Han Qianli's voice was slightly deep. He was a servant, and he had a very bad premonition.

"Yes!" Su Xin replied, bowing.

The Northern Han Sect spread the news quickly. However, many things are still too late! (To be continued......)

PS: Today's third update, make up for yesterday's first update!