The blood moon was sinking in the west, and the night receded. The half-wheel of the sun hangs high, revealing endless skylight. Last night, it was a catastrophe. The Valley of No Hatred, with a radius of nearly 10,000 miles, mountains and ravines, most of them are unrecognizable.

Last night, Amu suddenly disappeared. The Black Veil Girl, Drunken Demon Luo and the others quickly retreated. They are not the White Wood Ring, they want to destroy Amu, not the Valley of Hatredlessness. Besides, they know very well that if they delay for a few breaths, they may not be able to do without the Valley of Hatred.

At this time, the Hall of Long Hate naturally changed its owner. There is no suspense about the position of the valley lord without hatred.

There is no hatred in the inner valley, and there is no more. None of the other valleys is complete except the Valley of Silence. Heavenly immortal-level monks, three people fell. Xuan Immortal-level cultivators, dozens of people have fallen. True immortals, tribulation realms, and soul realms are almost innumerable.

The Valley of No Hatred can be said to have hurt some vitality. But after this battle, the people of the Valley of No Hatred seem to be united like never before.

Everyone probably realized that if this internal friction continues, one day the Valley of No Hate will not be among the three major immortal gates, and even die out day by day.

Mo Zhenshan is dead, and Bai Muhuan is dead. Their subordinates were basically wiped out.

It was only in the end that everyone found out that Mo Wuxin didn't know where to go. Some speculate that because he is a mortal body, he may have been reduced to ashes directly in the chaos of the battle.

In addition, the body of Brother Xiaoyashan was also found in the dark, but the essence was sucked in, and only two dried corpses remained. However, such a little person also caused Mo Wuxian to sigh slightly.

Mo Wuxian can be described as expected, and the most important of them is the Nine Heavenly Immortals of Cold Dust Valley and Panlong Valley. All of them have made it clear that they are willing to serve Mo without hatred as the valley master.

Such support is unprecedented. Former. The Hatless Valley Lord succeeded to the throne, and it was basically difficult to alarm the Heavenly Immortal Ninefold.

Extraordinary period, a qiē from Jane. Mo Wuxian was only accompanied by Bai Mu Feng and other cronies to worship the Valley of Silence.

The two trees, black and white, are still the same. Outside the gate of life and death, many monks in the Valley of No Hate had already knelt down.

The Great Tribulation of the Valley of No Hatred. The Valley of Silence is unharmed. It can be interpreted as the blessing of the sages and gods of the Hatless Valley for generations, but the old man who guards the tomb once again entered everyone's hearts.

Everyone understands. It's not easy. This tomb keeper is definitely an ancestor-level figure.

Mo Wuxian was extremely respectful, outside the Valley of Silence, three bows and nine bows. Old man with white eyebrows. Didn't show up. It's just a faint sentence - be a good valley master, you can come here to talk about something.

Nothing! However, it is enough to say just that, even more powerful than the Nine Heavenly Immortals. Mo Wuxian secretly wrote it down in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, it was seven days.

In the hall of long hatred, a room is quite simple. There are only two beds, a set of tables and chairs.

In bed at this time. There was a person lying down, and his whole body was covered with green mangs, like a shield. The man was unrecognizable, all burned, and his eyes were closed.

He is none other than Bai Wuming. On the other side of the bed, a person sits cross-legged. Dressed in white, with an elegant temperament, it is naturally a holy lotus from the water.

As soon as the door opened, four people entered.

The leader is Mo Wuxian, and next to him is Gan Tianqing, who is dressed in green clothes, and he is the appearance of Lishui and others in Hanji Town when they first met. Behind Mo Wuxian, there were two Xuan Immortal Sevenfold Realms that were once his shadow sons.

"Leaving the water, what's wrong with no life?" Mo said hatelessly.

"It's fine!, just no signs of waking up!"

Gan Tianqing went over, looked at Bai Wuming carefully, and then said, "The Soul Dementor Ice Gu in Wuxing's brain, I have completely taken it out. At the beginning, all of our plans must have been known by the black gauze female Tong Guò, and then told Bai Muhuan. ”

"Once the Ice Gu is out, he should return to normal without life, and there are no more toxins in his body. It's just that this Golden Crow Holy Flame will take months, or even longer, to be raised!"

"That's one of the Three Realms Immortal Fire. On that day, if it weren't for the fact that the crow had not yet completed the ancient demon body and rescued it in time, as well as the Canghai elixir that left the water, I am afraid that Young Master Bai would have already lost his soul!"

Lishui smiled bitterly: "I hope Amu is fine, otherwise as long as the crow is here, it is estimated that it will be a matter of time before the soul of the lifeless path is destroyed." Amu, but all of the crows. ”

Mo Wuxian sighed, patted Lishui's shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, Amu will be fine! Otherwise, on our Soul Possession Stone, Amu's soul has already been extinguished." ”

"Shenlong Pavilion Master, didn't you really see who rescued Amu at that time?"

"No!" Gan Tianqing said helplessly, "That person's realm is too high!

Mo Wuxian also sighed and said: "I have asked the Heavenly Immortal Nine Folds in the Hall of Long Hatred, and I haven't even seen him! Presumably, it should be at least the power of the original immortal level." ”

"Primordial Immortal Power?" Li Shui frowned, but he couldn't think of it, who would save Amu?

"Get out of the water, don't worry, I've already mobilized the power of the entire Hatless Valley to find Amu with all my might. The envoy of the Shura Palace has also promised to help find it, and there may be news soon. Mo Wuxian comforted.

"Xuanfeng and Jinlin have already rushed back to the Xuantian Pavilion, and I believe that the Pavilion Master will soon have a new order. When the one in the valley of no hatred is stable, Xingbai and I will personally go to find it!" Gan Tianqing said.

"Hmm!" Lishui nodded, then looked at Mo Wuxian, "It seems that our realm is still too low!"

"Yes, we are all the ones who were killed in seconds!" Mo Wuxian laughed at himself, but then remembered something, "Lishui, Amu Zeng said that you were quite interested in Danshu. Moreover, I also wondered if we could use guò alchemy to improve our realm. Now, fortunately, nothing happens, and it is inconvenient for you to walk the Blood Moon. It's better for me to pass on to you the hateless Gu Dan technique, pass the time, and practice together. ”

"Oh?" Lishui was slightly stunned, and at the same time a little hesitant. He knew that Mo Wuxian said it easily, but what Mo Wuxian practiced must be the secret of the Valley of No Hatred.

"Off the water, don't hesitate. Mo Wuxian saw Lishui's thoughts, and said solemnly, "Without the help of you, Amu and the Pavilion Masters of the Broken Xuantian Pavilion, I will definitely not be able to take revenge, let alone the position of the Valley Lord of the Hatless Valley." ”

"We are born and die, sharing honor and disgrace. What's mine is yours. What is Danshu? Bai Muhuan wants to destroy the valley of no hatred for the sake of a man, although he is paranoid. But it's also sincere. I have no hatred, for the sake of my brother, how can I be inferior to her? . ”

Mo Wuxian said solemnly, and Lishui couldn't help but smile slightly, he knew that Mo Wuxian was an extremely sincere person.

"Okay! I'll listen to you!"

Seeing that Lishui agreed, Mo Wuxian was extremely happy and said with a smile:

"Today's shape shì. It's hard to say. Drunken Demon Luo's strength is only the tip of the iceberg. The black gauze girl is mysterious, and they will not die if they kill Amu's heart. We all have to be ready. Raise a qiē. When there is no life, Amu will also come back, and our brothers will have a great job in the future!"

What Mo Wuhate said is good, and now the shape of the blood moon is shì. It's actually quite complicated. Thereupon. Leaving the water, he is in the Valley of No Hatred, practicing alchemy.

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The Valley of Silence three days ago.

Last night, half a glass of wine was scattered, and the arrangement of the white wooden ring was easily broken. In the early morning, the white-eyed old man was lying comfortably in front of the thatched hut, basking in the sun, looking drowsy.

However, at this moment, an old man in gray clothes. Suddenly. He was the old man who painted the soul, and I saw that he was holding an unknown fruit in his hand that seemed to have just taken a bite. Angrily, he went straight to the white-eyed old man.

"Old immortal, get up!

However, the white-eyed old man seemed to be sleeping extremely dead and did not move at all.

"What are you pretending!" The old man who painted the soul was angry, and with a "whoosh" sound, most of the fruit in his hand went directly to the door of the white-eyebrow old man.

"Hmm!" The white-eyed old man didn't expect the old man to paint souls like this, but it was too late to hide. You know, that's the original immortal-level technique of throwing immortal talismans.

"Poof-" However, the white-eyed old man was still quick to react, and suddenly opened his eyes, but the fruit had already arrived. There was no way, the white-eyed old man could only open his mouth and just hold the fruit.

"Phew! it stinks!" the white-eyed old man frowned, and almost instinctively said, as soon as he shook his head, he was about to throw it away. But suddenly my eyes rolled and my nose moved.

"Bacchus fruit! hey, hey, good thing. As he spoke, he didn't care that the painting soul had bitten it, so he took it in his hand and ate it in a big gulp.

"Shameless, old and immortal, pay me back!" the old man regretted it.

"Stingy, here you go! I'm still a little sour!" said the white-eyed old man disdainfully, shook his hand, and threw it directly to the painting soul. It's a pity that the painting soul catches it, and the fruit like a big peach is only a beard.

"Old immortal!" When did the old man who painted the soul suffer such a loss, he couldn't help but jump like thunder, "Give me back the fruit!"

"Hey, hey, you throw it to me, I'll eat it." If you want it, I'll give it to you, what's the matter?" the white-eyed old man smiled, as if he had the upper hand for the first time in the battle with the old man who painted the soul.

"Hmph!" The old man who painted the soul seemed to be aware of this problem, and he couldn't help but dissipate his anger and maintain his demeanor.

"A fruit, the old man has. I went out for a while, and then I went to pick it again, and when I was full, I would starve you to death! Unfortunately, you are an old immortal, and you can't just leave!"

"Who are you fooling? You think the wine fairy fruit is a rotten peach, and there is. I don't know how many years you've been looking for this fruit, thank you for your filial piety, thank you! Tell me, what's the matter?" the white-eyed old man sneered.

"Huh?" the old man didn't get the upper hand, and then remembered what was going on, "Say! Where did you get the coffin?"

"Hmm, the wicked will sue first!" the white-eyed old man's eyes widened, "Last night, you weren't absent." My old man has been haunted by the valley, haven't you seen it?"

"I didn't see it, I didn't see it!" the painting soul began to be unreasonable, "I saw you splash a dog pee!"

"Hey, hey, dog pee, didn't it fall on your head?" the white-eyed old man pouted.

"Don't say it's useless. What about the heirs of the demon coffin?"

"I really don't know. I didn't see it clearly, I guess you didn't see it either?" said the white-eyed old man.

"Hmm-" The old man with an ugly face let out a sullen sigh, and then looked at the white-eyed old man and said, "Who could it be?" That realm seems to be far above you and me! However, the domain gate did not move. ”

"I don't know, and I don't care about it!" the white-eyed old man looked gloating.

"No, your territory is gone, you have to be responsible!" said the old man who painted the soul.

"You don't have the ability to do it yourself, you haven't watched it, who are you blaming it?" the white-eyed old man glared at the painting soul.

"You?" the old man choked with anger, "Anyway, you have to give me an explanation! ”

The old man who painted the soul poured a glass of wine, and he was entangled, and there was a tendency to not say anything or leave.

"Hehe!" the white-eyed old man sneered, but he couldn't do anything about the painting soul, "Old bird, don't spend it with me." I can't help you find it. With this effort, you've found several places!"

The old man who painted the soul rolled his eyes, and then said, "Then you give me a yin and yang order, and I will go to the underworld to take a turn!"

"You're really a lion!" the white-eyed old man looked at the old man with contempt, "Give you a yin and yang order?"

"That's fine!" the old man nodded.

"Get out!" said the white-eyed old man angrily, "I can promise to show you this hateless valley." Isn't that Mo Wuxian a friend of the Demon Coffin Descendant? I will ensure that this Valley of No Hate will be free of calamity, and I will no longer stand idly by, how about it?"

"Phew, you're embarrassed to say that this Hatless Valley was originally your watchdog! No, what does the watchdog's watchdog have to do with me?" said the old man with the soul, but said, "Then the last request, you give me a netherworld light, this is always okay! Give me and I'll go!"

"Huh?" the white-eyed old man hesitated, "What do you want it for?"

"What are you doing? Shura World, how many ghosts, don't you know? With the Nether Light, I'm not afraid!" said the old man who painted the soul.

"Is there a ghostly light, are you afraid of a fart?Here you go, love to whomever you want, get out! Don't bother me!" The white-eyed old man shook his hand, and it was a black and white breath.

"Hehe, look at the door, look at the valley of no hatred! The old man has time, come to see you again!" said the old man with a smile.

Then, it disappeared in an instant, but before it disappeared, the painting soul shook his hand and threw out another wine fairy fruit.

"Here you go, old and immortal, I said yes, you don't believe it!

The white-eyed old man grabbed the fruit violently, and then took a vicious bite, it was really a wine fairy fruit that took 100,000 years to produce one. Still, he felt that he had suffered a loss. (To be continued......)