The Gate of the Ancient Domain, I don't know when it was damaged.

Fang Cai, Lishui, Mo Wuxi, and Bai Wuming have been studying for a long time, and there is no way to repair it. Even Amu, who is well versed in the way of forbidden maps, cannot restore the ancient existence zài.

However, the old man who painted the soul only arrived in front of the ancient domain gate and waved his hand lightly at will. A glorious exhibition, the Ancient Domain Gate, like a dead tree in spring, instantly came to life, emitting endless white rays, and the old man who painted the soul disappeared directly.

This moment alone stunned everyone. Did you raise your hand and repair the domain gate? What kind of realm and cultivation is this?

The silver-haired Xingfei couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head. He can't see through such an old monster at all.

At this time, the four pavilion masters of the Xuantian Pavilion all fell in front of Amu. The ink-colored turtle has disappeared for some time. Among the four pavilion masters, Xuan Feng and Jin Lin are only barely supporting.

"Worship the master!" Led by Gan Tianqing, the four pavilion masters of the Xuantian Pavilion suddenly all knelt down on one knee in front of Amu.

"Huh?" Amu was stunned on the spot for a moment. Lishui, Mo Wuxi, and Bai Wusheng all looked at each other, and this situation was a bit too sudden.

Especially Mo Wuxian, at this time, he had already guessed the identity of Gan Tianqing and others.

Only the white-haired Xing Fei's face was calm, and he smiled faintly and said: "Amu, they are all subordinates of the Blue Devil, call you, the heir of the Demon Lang, the master, naturally should, don't be surprised!"

"Blue Devil's subordinates?" Amu could barely believe his ears.

"They are the four pavilion masters of the Broken Xuantian, the Divine Dragon, the Xuanfeng, the Jinlin, and the Ink Turtle, all of which are super-first-class immortal-level killers in the Shura Realm. And the current Xuantian Pavilion Master is none other than the Blue Devil!" Xing Fei smiled bitterly.

The Blue Devil is the chief pavilion master of the Xuantian Pavilion. This news is too shocking! At this time, Amu already understood that the Shura Demon Continent was three thousand years old. The Blue Devil must have made too much of a move.

"You don't have to be polite, please get up!" Amu hurriedly helped Gan Tianqing up himself.

At this time, Amu understood why Gan Tianqing had a trace of the smell of a green devil on his body, and also understood that on a cold and moonlit night, Gan Tianqing was indeed sincerely helping himself.

At the same time, with a flip of his hand, Amu directly sent out four Canghai elixirs.

"This is the Canghai elixir, if you are injured, it will definitely help!"

The Three Realms Sacred Mountain Canghai Immortal Pill is an absolute top-level elixir for Shura monks. At this time, all four were injured. It is precisely the elixir that is urgently needed.

Gan Tianqing was not polite, he directly took the pill and took it, and instantly felt that his injury had improved significantly. The same is true for the other three, especially Xuanfeng and Jinlin. His face was even more bloody.

"If it weren't for the Divine Dragon Pavilion Master, it is estimated that you would not be able to get out of Hanji Town so easily. The killer who killed the Immortal Hall today. I am afraid that I have already come before you. Xing Fei added.

Amu and the others nodded. Imagine it, and they will understand seven, seven, eight, eight.

"Holy Envoy of Punishment, Demon Continent for three thousand years, what are you doing?Blue Devil, where are you now?" Actually, I saw Xingfei at this time. Amu had a lot of questions to ask in his heart, but he didn't know which one to ask first for a while.

"It's a long story, so we can only say it slowly!" Xing Fei smiled faintly and said. "The old man who painted the soul repaired the domain gate, I don't know where you are going?"

"We're going to the middle of the Blood Moon, the Valley of No Hatred!"

Immediately, Amu introduced Mo Wuxian and Bai Wuming to Xing Fei, Gan Tianqing and others, and everyone saw them one by one. At the same time, Amu also briefly explained the purpose of going to the middle of the blood moon by himself and others.

"There is something strange about the Hatless Valley!" Xing Fei sneered, "It seems that the Hatless Valley is probably also a pawn in the game." ”

"Huh?" Ah Mu and Mo Wuxian were a little puzzled, and couldn't help but look at Xing Fei at the same time.

"Let's talk about it later!" Xing Fei looked at Gan Tianqing and the others, "What is your mission?"

"The pavilion master has an order, let us stay on the master's side, protect the master's safety, and wait for the master's dispatch!" This time it was the Motoise Pavilion Master who answered. This was also the order of the Blue Devil when they came across the realm.

Xing Fei looked at Amu, meaning to ask Amu for his opinion.

"Let's go to the middle of the blood moon together!With you, the matter of the Valley of No Hate is not difficult!" Amu looked at Mo Wuxi. Mo Wuxian nodded, with the support of the Broken Xuantian Pavilion, it was indeed much easier.

"Obey!" Gan Tianqing and the four of them naturally had no objections.

"Okay!Amu, then let's go first!I'll tell you slowly!" Xing Fei said.

Everyone nodded, their bodies spread, and they entered the domain gate one after another. Amu directly scattered several gold-level spirit coins, targeting the middle continent of the blood moon.

For a time, the entire domain gate was full of light, and then a qiē restored to calm.

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In the cold plains of the blood north, the valley is no more, but there are more sinkholes and thousands of sword marks. If it weren't for the appearance of the old man who painted the soul in time, the entire Blood North, I don't know what it would look like.

Thousands of miles away, on the blood-red mountain, the three armored monks of the drunken demon Luo were still there.

"Quickly notify the second shopkeeper of the head office of the situation, and let him make arrangements as soon as possible! Perhaps, it's time to play the card of the Valley of No Hatred!" said the armored monk in the red coat.

"Shopkeeper, shall we also rush to the head office?" said the armored black clothes behind him.

"Without the order of the great treasurer, we must not leave the Blood North!" the Red Armored Monk shook his head, "It will take me at least three hundred years to take off this armor!"

"This armor is a protection and a cage. The words were full of vicissitudes, and the red armored monk seemed to have a thousand knots in his heart. Beneath the mask, he spewed out a long, icy mist.

The other two armored black-clothed men seemed to feel the same way, and shook their heads at the same time. The three of them didn't say anything more, and then disappeared directly into a streamer.

At the same time, the town of Hanji.

With the departure of the god-killing boy and Amu and others one after another. Hanji Town, finally calm.

It's just that, at this time, the black and white day turns. Half a round of black sun, hanging over Hanji, the whole town was dead silent, this night, not even the usual dog barking, there was no sound.

The long cross street, like a cross, is embedded in the whole town of Hanji. If, looking down on the entire Hanji Town in the void, then in the dark night, the Hanji Town and the Cross Long Street are quite like a strange totem.

Tang's old shop, back hall.

It was a rather bizarre room, with a long bar in shape that looked like a coffin. On one wall of the room, there was an antique painting, and the painting was actually just a black mist.

In addition, directly opposite the ancient painting, there is a single ancient wooden Taishi chair, and there is no other home decoration other than this.

Two snow-white doves landed on the armrests of the Taishi's chair, but they were not living creatures, but white jade, emitting cold light. However, it is clear that they are two snow doves in the daytime.

It was an extremely strange feeling, because the whole room was filled with a cold dead air. It's like Hanji Town at this time.

At this time, there was an old man sitting on the Taishi chair. He is none other than the old man of the Tang family. It's just that at this time, he went up and down his body, not moving at all, like a dead man.

It was only in the darkness of the night, with a flickering coldness in his eyes, that he knew that he was just sitting silently.

Today, he knew that it was Hanji Town that had escaped the catastrophe, and if the Demon Coffin and Bloodthirsty Shura were really hard to shake, then the entire Hanji Town would probably be overturned.

And Hanji's secret must not be exposed.

A long sigh echoed through the room. The old man of the Tang family is like an ordinary old man who is about to die at this time.

Smack-

In the dark, the old man of the Tang family, with a slight stroke of the thumb and index finger of his right hand, a long black incense appeared in his hand, and then the sparks lit up, and black smoke filled it.

The smoke grew thicker, and gradually, the black smoke drifted into the hanging picture. In an instant, the picture was black, and the whole room exuded an extremely wonderful aura.

The black fog in the picture seems to be alive, and the wheels are spreading. Seeing this scene, the old man of the Tang family, with a solemn and solemn face, hurriedly got up and knelt down on his knees at the picture.

An ancient voice came out of the black mist: "Tang Nu, what called me?"

"Subordinate Tang Nu, disturb the Holy Venerable's sleep!" The old man of the Tang family apologized respectfully, "There is indeed something important to report!"

"What's the matter, let's talk about it!" At this time, with the ancient voice, the black mist in the picture poured out, and instantly turned into a tall black figure, floating in the room. (To be continued......)