Among the thirty-three White Monk monks, there are four true immortals, and the highest realm has reached the seventh level of true immortals. When Amu Lishui heard this, his face changed slightly.

With the combat power of the two brothers, unless they use the Blood Soul Guard or the Demon Coffin, they can only die in the face of the power of Bai Luomen.

"Is it all the old man?"

"I don't know!" the monk shook his head, "Anyway, the old man will continue to set up his stall here the next day." Three days later, Bai Wuming, the young master of Bailuomen, came to apologize to the old man in person and left 10,000 bronze-level spirit coins. At the same time, he sincerely invited the old man to go to the White Shura Hall and was willing to worship him for the rest of his life, but he was politely declined by the old man. ”

"That's amazing!" Amu and Lishui glanced at each other. There is no need to ask, even if the death of Bailuomen was not killed by the old man, it must be related to him. Bai Wuming came in person and was willing to worship, which shows how powerful this old man's power is.

"The awesome thing is still to come!" the Water Tribulation Monk sneered, "This old man is famous, and there are many people who buy immortal talismans. This Red Ink City does not belong to any force on the Battle Spirit Continent. White Romans offended the old man and touched the ashes. Naturally, Heromen would not let go of this opportunity. Soon, Miss Feng Er of the Black Lords brought people to come and also invited the old man to the Black Shura Palace, which was also an offering, but the old man still refused. As a result, Miss Feng Er became angry and hurt people, but the old man didn't say anything. However, that night, the corpses of the two True Immortal Nine Guards beside Miss Feng Er were hung at the head of Chimo City, and their souls were also scattered. ”

"Hey, hey!" this time it was Amu who laughed, "Enough means!"

"Who said it wasn't? Black and white Rohmins, they all suffered a loss, but no one dared to pick any more thorns. It's just that, since then, the old man has changed to go out of the stall every ten days. And named this stall the Painting Soul Sect. The Water Tribulation Monk laughed.

"It turns out that there is only one person in the Soul Painting Sect?" Amu also smiled dumbly.

"The name of the sect is also the name of the old man, and since then, everyone has called him 'Painting the Soul Boss'. "The Water Tribulation Monk said," However, although it shocked the black and white Shura, on weekdays, this old man behaved in a low-key manner and was kind. Every ten days. Sell an immortal rune, although the price is higher, but it is far better than the ordinary immortal rune. Even many low-level monks use it as a means to save their lives, a magic weapon to protect themselves!"

"What a great old man. What a powerful immortal talisman!" Amu said secretly in his heart, and at the same time bowed his hand to the water tribulation. "Thank you!"

"Fellow Daoist. If it's convenient, just buy two, it's definitely useful at critical moments!" said the Water Tribulation Monk at the end, and then turned away. After just a few words, he got a bronze-level spirit coin, and this water tribulation monk felt quite lucky.

"Let's buy two too!" Lishui looked at Amu and smiled.

"Such a good and inexpensive thing. Naturally, I'm going to buy two!" said Amu with the same smile.

However, when Lishui took out the spirit coin, and was about to buy it, he saw the old man who painted the soul clapping his hands.

"Alright. It's out of sale today! You still need it, come back in 10 days!"

"Ahh

"Soul Painting Master, next time you can practice a little more!"

"Alas, it's late today, and it's hard to get enough spirit stones!"

"Uncle, is it okay to prescribe!" everyone was arguing.

"Hehe, no reservation, old rules! Thank you for cheering!" The old man who painted the soul smiled sheepishly, and then bowed his hand to everyone, rolled up the symbolic cloth on the ground, and was about to leave.

The monks who did not buy the immortal talisman were a little depressed, and they had to bow their heads and go, and by the way, they would be able to find treasures on this immortal collection.

"Old man painting souls, please stay!" However, suddenly, in the crowd, someone stopped the old man who painted souls, and his voice was urgent.

"Huh?" This sound, not only the old man who painted the soul stopped, but also the other monks who wanted to go.

Goodbye, out of the crowd came a monk, dusty.

The monk was thin, with no flesh on his cheeks, his eyes were a little sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was a little pale, and he was dressed in a black robe. I don't know why, there is a white flower embroidered on the left front of the black robe, no one knows what kind of flower it is, but it looks quite weird.

True Immortal Dual Realm! However, the black-clothed monk gave people the feeling that he was really like a ghost, eerie, and ghostly.

At this time, all the monks looked at the black-clothed monk, and they didn't know why he stopped the old man who painted the soul.

And the old man who painted the soul glanced at the black-clothed monk, especially when he saw his dress, and a strange look that was not easy to detect flashed in his eyes.

However, this qiē did not escape, and was paying close attention to his Amu and Lishui's eyes.

"Junior, I've seen the old man who painted the soul!" The black-clothed monk was extremely polite, and bowed deeply to the old man who painted the soul.

"You're welcome, Your Excellency has something, even if you tell me, if you can do it, you will do your best!"

"The junior is from the Blood Moon Continent!" The black-clothed monk got straight to the point, and with one sentence, the entire long street was in an instant uproar.

"Blood Moon Monk?" "People from the Blood Moon Continent?" everyone looked at the black-clothed monk's eyes, and they instantly disagreed. It seems that he is taller, more handsome, and richer.

In fact, at this time, even Amu and Lishui were a little surprised.

You must know that the seven stars are accompanied by the blood moon, and between the seven stars and the blood moon, they are hundreds of millions of miles away. If there is no domain gate, then the voyage similar to interstellar roaming, not to mention loneliness and loneliness, is mainly the consumption of spirit coins, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford.

"Is this the monk of the Three Great Immortal Sects of Shura?" said Amu and Lishui at the same time in their hearts, and then looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Because they remembered the scene when they were drunk with Rone, they were mistaken for the Blood Moon Monks, and even the Shura Palace Monks.

It seems that he is not exempt from vulgarity, and the Blood Moon Cultivators of the War Continent are all extremely concerned.

At this time, the most calm person was the old man who painted the soul.

"The two realms are far away, the Blood Moon Continent is the place that the Shura people yearn for, and the old man has lost his respect!" said the old man who painted the soul calmly, "It's just that I don't know what Your Excellency is calling the old man for?"

"Below, I came across the realm just to meet the old man of the painting soul!" said the black-clothed monk.

"Oh?" said the old man smiled slightly, "If there is something, please tell me directly!" But the time for conversion is almost up.

"I'm here to ask for a talisman!" said the black-clothed monk.

"Oh!" said with a smile to the old man who painted the soul, "Yes, in ten days, come here again! ”

The black-clothed monk smiled bitterly and said, "If the junior can wait for ten days, why stop the old man? Moreover, the key is that the immortal talisman that the younger generation asks for is a bit special, and the old man will never sacrifice and practice on weekdays, let alone sell it!"

The old man frowned. Staring at the blackfriar, he said, "It seems that you know a lot. I'm afraid I also know that once the day is over, it will not be easy to find me!"

"Well, juniors know!" said the blackfriar, respectfully.

"Alas!" the old man sighed, "What talisman do you want?"

Listening to the old man who painted the soul asked what the talisman was, the black-clothed monk was shocked.

"Juniors want three, Immortal Killing Soul Charm!"

Immortal Killing Soul Destroying Talisman?The aborigines of Chimo City and a frequent visitor to the Immortal Collection. They all frowned. Because, none of them had ever heard of this kind of immortal talisman. It is true that the old man who painted the soul has never been sold. But just listen to the domineering name. It was definitely a powerful talisman.

"Three Immortal Killing Soul Destroying Talismans?" the old man who painted the soul couldn't help but laugh dumbly, "You are really a lion with a big mouth!"

"Excuse me, old man!" said the blackfriar, bowing again.

The old man looked at the black-clothed monk for a long time before he said, "Your surname is Mo?"

The black-clothed monk's body shook, and he nodded slowly: "Junior Mo has no hatred!"

The eyes of the knowledgeable monks on the long street flashed with strange looks, and Amu and Lishui also moved in their hearts.

The Three Great Immortal Gates of the Blood Moon. Shura Palace, UFO Palace, Valley of No Hatred. If Yoshimitsu's map information is correct, then they remember the Valley of No Hatred, and the surname of the valley lord is Mo.

At this time. The old man who painted the soul nodded: "What are you going to do to kill the immortal soul extinguishing talisman?"

"Revenge!" Mo Wu's tone was extremely calm, but unusually firm.

When the old man heard this, he shook his head, and then smiled faintly.

"Don't take revenge, I can't help you! The old man doesn't ask about the Blood Moon Continent, he just wants to be in this Red Ink City, but he will be alive!" As he spoke, the old man who painted the soul dusted off his body, turned around and walked away.

"Painting the soul of the old man!" Mo Wuxian's body moved, and no one could see his movements clearly. However, Mo Wuxian had already arrived in front of the old man who painted the soul, and then suddenly took off his clothes and fell to the ground.

"Junior, please draw the soul of the old man!" Mo Wuxian's tone was extremely sincere.

The old man still shook his head.

"Get up! There is no room for manoeuvre in this matter. You are here for revenge, why do you have no hate?" The words of the old man who painted the soul were a little inexplicable, but Mo Wuxian seemed to understand.

"The younger generation has a hate, ten thousand hatreds, and there will be no more hatred in this life!" Mo Wu said hatefully.

"Hate and no longer hate, it is better to be born without hate! That is the essence of the Valley of No Hatred. ”

Mo Wuxian listened to his father-in-law's words, and his body shook.

The old man who painted the soul smiled faintly, and said: "The old man has made an oath, so he won't carve the immortal talisman for you!"

As he spoke, he looked at the sky again, and the old man who painted the soul bypassed Mo Wuxian and wanted to leave again.

"Old man!" Mo Wuxian's figure didn't seem to move, but he was already kneeling in front of the old man who painted the soul.

What a weird way! Amu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This kind of body speed, he had only seen it in the body of the Blue Devil.

"Junior, I am willing to offer my soul to my senior!" Mo Wuxian gritted his teeth.

"Alas!" This time, the old man of the painting soul looked up to the sky and sighed, and looked at Mo Wuxian again, "Are the people of the Valley of No Hate such a persistent person? It's a pity that ......"

"How many years have you been painting your soul, and you have long ceased to collect your soul!" said the old man who painted the soul helplessly, and then walked away.

This time, Mo Wuxian did not follow, but his cheeks tightened, and tears were in his eyes. On the long street, the old man who painted the soul did not stop at all, and Mo Wuxian knelt there.

The man has gold under his knees, Mo Wuxian bows down twice, but the old man who paints the soul is unmoved. At this moment, everyone felt that the soul painting was too ruthless.

Amu and Lishui frowned slightly, knowing that there must be a lot of hidden secrets in the matter. Mo has no hatred, and the old man who paints the soul is definitely not an ordinary person.

At this point, Mo Wuxian slowly stood up and straightened up. Then, he turned to look at the back of the old man who painted the soul, and suddenly spoke.

"Painting the soul master, it's Shura Ziyi, let me come!" Mo Wuxian's voice was slightly cold.

One sentence is better than a thousand words, and the old man who painted the soul slowly stopped suddenly.

Just because, that Shura purple clothes!(To be continued......)