The boundary of the sea and the land of the northern desert and the northern territory.

In the north of the Cold Plain, there is a place farther away than the North Pole Fairy Sea, which is almost the end of the sea desolate. The continuous snow-capped mountains are endless. Those mountains are unknown where they start and end. Those mountains have not been preserved for many tens of thousands of years.

Like a sword, the peaks pointed to the sky angrily. One of them was high and could not reach the top, and went straight to the clouds. The legendary pillar of the North Pole, standing between the sky and the earth, adding a little more quiet and mysterious.

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

However, almost no one knows the existence of this holy mountain in the sea. Because within a radius of thousands of miles, supreme restrictions have been set up. As long as you enter this ten thousand miles and take a wrong step, you will be able to destroy the soul.

At this time, there was a wind and snow between the sky and the earth. A girl in white was walking towards the snow in the wind and snow. She walked very slowly and her steps were even more strange, but every step fell at the node of the Thousand Miles Killing Ban.

From far to near, the appearance of the girl in white gradually became clear. She was no one else, but Murong Haiqing, the body of the Nine Yin yin.

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

As the wind and snow roared, the cableway was like a white dragon dancing in the wind, making a sound.

On the peak opposite to the Three Realms Holy Mountain, a woman in purple was sitting cross-legged on the mountain. A faint purple light appeared on the body of the woman in purple, which was an extremely strange magic light.

The woman in purple had no wind and snow within three feet of radius. Three feet in front of her was a pot of nine-leaf fairy grass with a faint blue light.

The soul-forgotten grass, the cold ice is still there.

At this time, Murong Haiqing was already coming in the wind and snow. Han Bingyi felt a sense of heart. He slowly opened his eyes, then stood up and looked at Murong Haiqing. She knew what Murong Haiqing was going to Hei Shui for.

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

"Thank you!" Han Bingyi seemed to breathe a long sigh, but her face was a little sad. She didn't ask any more questions. This sentence is enough, and nothing else matters.

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

Han Bingyi nodded, and Murong Haiqing's body swept like a white bird, landing on the iron chain. His body slid and flashed several times. Murong Haiqing disappeared into Han Bingyi's eyes and at the end of the iron chain.

Han Bingyi's eyes were vast, reflecting the quiet holy mountain of the Three Realms. It was an existence that she could not see.

Bang-

The pot of the Forgetful Soul-Worry-Free Grass, which had been withering for nearly three hundred years, suddenly shattered the flower pot. The nine-leaf fairy grass dissipated its blue light and withered in an instant.

Forget your soul and worry-free. Since your soul has returned, why should you worry again?

The Three Realms Holy Mountain. I don’t know how high the mountain is, in the clouds and mist. The back mountain is at the entrance of a sea of ​​clouds, and the fairy spirit is everywhere. There is no wind or snow at all.

Leng Yu, the descendant of Canghai, is a fairy-like figure, standing in a distance and looking at the sea of ​​clouds. This situation has been the norm for many thousands of years.

In Leng Yu's pupils, the sea of ​​clouds for thousands of years rolled and never ended. The oath for thousands of years was still in his ears.

"The descendant of Canghai was ordered to protect the holy mountain and guard the three realms. It has hundreds of disasters and thousands of difficulties, and has been reincarnated for thousands of years, and has been destroyed in ashes without any regrets!"

This is the oath made by the Immortal Canghai that every generation of disciples who worship the ancient stream of Canghai must remember it.

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

That year, perhaps I don’t know what year or month it was. On the holy mountain of the Three Realms, the blue sky was like a piece of blue.

A young man with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes. A young girl with buds is about to bloom.

That was the former Leng Yu and Shenlang. They knelt in front of a woman in fairy clothes. The woman was Shen Lang and Leng Yu's master, Canghai Magu.

After several years of going through the sea, several times of mulberry fields. Magu of Canghai has seen too many changes in the world. For thousands of years, she has been the 97th generation inheritance of the ancient sea, and she is the peerless immortal of the Three Realms.

Canghai Magu looked at Shenlang and Leng Yu gently.

Shenlang, Leng Yu bowed to the master, and that vow resounded through their mouths throughout the holy mountain.

That year, that day, the sea of ​​clouds was still rolling. Shenlang and Leng Yu became the 98th generation inheritance of the ancient stream of the sea. They were still a little strange to each other. Leng Yu was a little timid, but Shenlang disagreed.

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

The spiritual power in the front mountain is like the wind, sweeping with the wind.

Suddenly, the laughter of men and women came from my ears, and it was Leng Yu and Shenlang.

"Yu'er, your 'icy hand' seems to be in no time, it's hard to beat my 'flameless palm'! Haha, I admit that I'll lose, and today you will clear the snow in the back mountain."

"Hmph, just clean it up. Who is afraid? Master said cleaning up the snow is also a practice." Leng Yu pouted and walked towards the back mountain.

After walking a few steps, Leng Yu suddenly turned around and pouted at Shenlang, saying, "Shenlang, you are not allowed to help me. When I go to the future, I will cultivate the Strategy of the Sea and make you obey!"

"I am so passionate, who said I will help you?" Shenlang said with a smile. However, he said in his heart: "It's good to have the skills of the Canghai All Eternal Art, it's just a little slower! When you become the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month! How long is the road to the Immortal Lord?"

The girl Leng Yu snorted coldly and stomped her feet and left.

Back mountain.

The girl Leng Yu held the big broom in anger. The big broom was definitely not ordinary, but dark and bright. It was a magic weapon made of a thousand years of black iron, weighing more than ten thousand pounds.

At this time, Leng Yu's cultivation level had entered the soul realm. The broom in his hand was flying and the snow shadows were everywhere.

However, Leng Yu was sweeping and drawing in the snow.

It turned out that Leng Yu was painting a villain with a look and appearance, dress and clothes that looked very similar to Shenlang. Even between her eyebrows and eyes, she had a bit of Shenlang's arrogance, which was lifelike.

Leng Yu first looked at the image, smiled sweetly, and then suddenly said with a mouth.

The fingers slid lightly and flew into the air. There were two big forks on the body of the Snow Godro.

"Hmph!" Leng Yu pouted and muttered loudly: "Stirty brother, bad god, don't help me. I can beat you and don't help you. Humph, who cares? You are bullying me. Master said that cleaning up the snow is also a practice. I will definitely cultivate the Art of Enchanting the Sea! Beat you up!"

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

Suddenly, a white light broke through the void.

"Yes!" Leng Yu flashed sideways, and it turned out to be a snow ball, just hitting the mountain road she had just swept.

Leng Yu knew who it was without looking back, and said angrily: "Stirty Brother, Bad God, if you don't help me, you'll still..."

Turn around suddenly.

"Ba" A snow ball had no power, but it hit Leng Yu's beautiful face and Leng Yu's heart that was just beginning to love.

Leng Yu's eyes were shining, her eyelashes blinked slightly, and a mouthful of snow spurted out 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 bloomed like a snow lotus, and fell in love with the man who would never belong to her.

Shenlang was carrying a super big broom, and the warm smile on his face seemed to melt the ice and snow...

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

The mountains ahead, the open land.

Canghai Magu smiled with his hands behind his back. Shenlang Leng Yu seemed to have just competed. Leng Yu pouted and glared at Shenlang. Needless to say, Leng Yu has never won for a thousand years. Shenlang has never let Leng Yu go.

Canghai Magu had a gentle look and said with a smile: "Yu'er, Lang'er's talent is far better than you, so you don't have to be angry. However, you are very different from him and may not be able to defeat him one day. The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms is a place where the essence of heaven and earth gathers. Here, you will definitely be able to understand the way of heaven. My master hopes that you will ascend to the fairyland as soon as possible, protect the Holy Mountain, and guard the Three Realms."

Canghai Magu turned his head and looked at Shenlang softly and said, "Lang'er, you are probably the first person in the ancient Canghai River in the past ten thousand years, comparable to the Immortal of Canghai. However, you have a strong sense of rebelliousness in your heart, as if you always have to fight for the heavens to reverse the world. You are frivolous at a young age, but you must be as clear as a mirror to make everything clear. Don't miss your practice."

In his words, Canghai Magu loved Leng Yu and Shenlang very much, but the look he looked at Shenlang was more pampered.

"Disciple, please follow the master's teachings!" Shenlang and Leng Yu answered in unison.

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

The Canghai All Things Art, the Three Realms and the View of Everything is the mystery of the ancient flow of the Canghai Immortal.

Leng Yu practiced hard just to defeat Shenlang once, for the little sweetness in his heart. Shenlang was far ahead. He was thinking about how to overturn the Strategy of the Sea and then step into the sky in one step.

There is a cave in the Three Realms Holy Mountain, called Guizang! There are endless classics and thousands of immortal arts.

One day, Shenlang discovered the forbidden art of Canghai - the Three Life Art of Immortals and Demons.

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

As an immortal, he became a demon, and then passed the mortal disaster, and finally went straight to the path of the venerable. Shenlang ignored why the Immortal of Canghai designated it as a forbidden technique, and this is the technique Shenlang wanted.

Shenlang didn't want to endure tens of thousands of years before he could become an immortal from a disaster.

True immortal, mysterious immortal, celestial immortal, original immortal, in addition, there are five paths of decline and the Ninth realm of eternity...

Venerable? Too long, too far.

Shenlang, he must go against the will of heaven, because in his heart he can control everything. As long as he wishes, he can do everything.

It seems easy to enter immortals first, then to devils, and transform into ordinary people. However, it is difficult to get into ashes at any time.

Three thousand years ago, when Leng Yu was just the lower realm of Fire Tribulation, Shenlang had already entered the true immortal. In that era, the door to eternal reincarnation had not yet opened, and the roulette of cause and effect had not yet turned.

Immortals die, demons die, Buddha Nirvana, demons die. All bodies have not yet reincarnated, and none of them have awakened.

Five thousand years, the nine levels of Xuanxian. Nine thousand years, stepping into the celestial immortal. Ten thousand years, Shenlang finally became the original immortal. Shenlang is absolutely unprecedented, and he is worthy of the first person in the ancient times in the vast ocean.

However, it was the night when Shenlang broke into the realm and became the original immortal.

Neither Canghai Magu nor Leng Yu expected it.

Shenlang, carrying the demon coffin, left without saying goodbye, and entered the six realms of reincarnation.

Until then, the sea was cultivated, and was called Demon Lang. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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