There are thousands of floating cases, and there are thousands of immortals.

Near noon, in Panlong Valley, colorful clothes fluttered and ribbons flew. There are hundreds of hateless valley nuns, like colorful butterflies, carrying flower baskets, coming and going in the wind.

They are all waiters of the Valley of No Hatred, but they all have good cultivation. With a dance of long sleeves, all kinds of fairy fruits, wines, cups and saucers flew out of the storage flower basket, and then fell directly on the floating case.

In the entire Panlong Valley, monks can pick up and drink freely.

Such a model is very similar to a modern social reception, but the content and meaning of this birthday ceremony are completely different.

Ah Mu and Mo Wu hated, they both took a glass of wine at random and sniffed it gently.

"Drunken Moro's wine!" Mo Wuxian sneered.

"It would be nice if it was really Seven Star Bitter Dew!" Amu shook his head, "I don't know how many times this wine has been diluted, it's not a good thing, but drink it as water!"

"Drunken Moluo's wine has the power to disperse souls and ecstasy, although it is not poisonous, but this birthday ceremony is afraid of tens of thousands of people. Everyone was sucked a trace of soul power, but it was not a lot of power!" Mo Wuxian said with squinting eyes.

"No profit, no early! The relationship between Drunken Demon Luo and Mo Zhenshan is really extraordinary!" Amu also sneered.

The conversation between the two people is now completely secretive, and no one else can hear it. And the two of them, they didn't care about the wine and lost their souls, they drank it all directly.

The monk brothers of Little Asan were quiet at this time.

Because, they began to enjoy those fairy fruits and wine. For them, those are definitely rare immortal products. Two brothers. Eat with relish, drink very heartily. Li Qing even hid a few immortal fruits in case of the future.

Merely. Probably no one noticed that there was already a little black light in the eyes of the two brothers.

At this time, three o'clock in the afternoon was approaching, and the half of the white sun was scattered with white light.

Many monks began to gather around the stand. The eyes of many disciples in the Valley of Hatred also became hopeful and slightly nervous.

Unconsciously. Ah Mu and Mo Wuxian both felt that the power of the monks around them who couldn't see through the cultivation seemed to suddenly increase. In the stands. People are already starting to sit down.

Most of those immortals are second-rate immortals in the Blood Moon Continent, but they also have a certain influence. Among them, there are also some casual practices. The cultivation is all above and below the five levels of Xuan Immortal.

The vast majority of them. Mo Wuxian knew all of them, and secretly introduced them to Amu. It's just that the monks of the Shura Palace and the UFO Hall have not yet appeared, but the atmosphere at this time has been brought to the top.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon!

Knock-knock-knock-knock

Suddenly, several salutes rang out in unison, and the entire Panlong Valley shook the heavens and the earth. The echoes are endless. Flowers are flying down the sky. Silk and bamboo fairy music, suddenly rising.

Seven hundred and seventy-seven, clothed female cultivators, turned out to be all high-level soul-scattering high-level. They are beautiful in all postures, flying with long sleeves, like fairies descending to earth, Ling Bo micro-steps, and the weather is myriad.

Among them, the stars held the moon, and there was a female cultivator from the True Immortal Sixfold Realm, dancing alone. The dancing posture is exquisite, the fairy spirit is faint, which makes people forget the vulgar and do not have any thoughts.

For a time, the audience was thunderous, and the sound was like a tide. This scene, such a magnificent atmosphere, shocking people's hearts, is not the three major immortal gates of the blood moon, it is impossible to have such a scene.

At this moment, almost all the monks were stunned.

Amu stood in the void, and couldn't help nodding in admiration: "No hatred, no hatred valley is ranked among the three major immortal gates of the blood moon, and the background is really extraordinary." True immortals are easy to find, but these seven hundred and seventy-seven high-level female cultivators who have scattered souls are by no means able to be gathered casually. That's the real strength!"

Mo Wuxian nodded, no matter what, when Mo Wuxian saw such a scene in Wuxian Valley, he still felt a trace of pride.

36 million years of inheritance, is it fake? The dancing posture is dancing, the fairy aura is hazy, and the whole valley is like a fairyland. The whole atmosphere is completely set off and rendered.

Suddenly, those dancing monks finally hung up at the same time, each flying in the air, like a rainbow of colorful swallows.

"Scatter!" the female cultivator of the True Immortal Sixfold among them snorted.

Goodbye, those seven hundred and seventy-seven dancing girls, pinching the seal by hand. In the void, endless colorful flowers suddenly appeared, but those dancing girls disappeared in an instant.

Seeing Fang Chen, I don't know how many monks were stunned. And the colorful flowers in the void instantly formed eight big characters.

"The fairyland is forever, and the blessing is long!"

The eight big characters, each three feet high, are completely composed of flowers. Bursts of colorful mangs, fragrant everywhere. On the stage, the only remaining True Immortal Sixfold Female Cultivator changed the seal in her hand. Those eight big characters float in the void, ring half a field, and are interspersed like dragons.

Wow -

In the whole valley, there was thunderous applause again, and applause came and went. This time, all the monks were even more convinced. Such a beautiful dance is by no means comparable to those dancers in Drunken Mollo.

The phoenix and the jackdaw, not the same!

At this time, the female cultivator on the stage smiled faintly, and her jade hand changed again.

"Change!"

Goodbye, those eight big characters suddenly dispersed and changed in an instant. This time, it is in the shape of a dragon and a phoenix, lifelike. What's even more amazing is that between the dragon and the phoenix, there is a huge longevity peach.

Bursts of dragon roars, faint phoenix roars, dragons and phoenixes play, a fairyland wonder.

"Respectfully the valley master!" At this time, a voice of praise for the male cultivator rose at the right time.

"Wow-" The entire Panlong Valley applauded again.

Goodbye, behind the high platform, the light is spreading, and it is a door of light. In the light gate, more than a dozen people came out, and these are the most heavyweight figures today.

The one at the head is none other than Mo Zhenshan, the lord of the Valley of Hatredless. Big red robe, tall figure, imposing, not angry and self-assured. Heavenly immortals are threefold, and Mozhen Mountain is a strong man in the world.

The woman next to him was glamorous, infinitely radiant, graceful and luxurious, and had an elegant temperament, naturally she was the lady of the valley lord, the white wooden ring of Xuanxian Ninefold Dà Perfection.

Everyone only cares about their own pain. Seeing this situation, Mo Wuxian longed to eat its flesh raw and drink its blood. However, in the eyes of most people, there is no hatred of the valley lord, the hero, the valley lord's wife, and the fairy.

A pair of fairy beauties, envious of thousands of people in the world.

"Good!" was the heartfelt cheer of the monks present. Some people even shouted heartbreakingly, who made them idols?

Mo Zhenshan smiled and nodded, calm and kind, Bai Muhuan was beautiful, looking around, reserved and noble.

This couple is definitely not an ordinary person, but a model in the Shura world. As soon as he appeared, he raised his hands and feet, and hugged the whole audience. It's a pity that who knows the stories behind those exemplary role models. This world, often behind the glamour, there is too much filth.

"Adulterer and adulteress!" Mo Wuxian gritted his teeth slightly. Those who know the truth are often the ones who suffer. Amu smiled bitterly and patted Mo Wu's arm lightly to show comfort and calm down.

On the stage, on the left and right of Mo Zhenshan and his wife, there were two people who were almost only half a step behind them.

On the left is a middle-aged male cultivator, dressed in a royal blue robe, embroidered with a continuous palace. The man was restrained, his face was calm, and there was no wave in his eyes.

On the right is a female nun, who is dressed in a water-colored dress, with a beautiful face and generous face. A pair of wonderful eyes, but quite brilliant.

The cultivation of the two people, Amu and Mo Wuxian, can't see clearly, presumably they should be above Xuan Xian. Mo Wuxian didn't recognize these two people.

"The male cultivator on the left is the messenger of the Shura Palace, the Heavenly Immortal One Heavy Realm, named Guo Jia, and he is the number of people in the Shura Palace. The female cultivator on the right is the messenger of the UFO Palace, the Xuanxian Eightfold Realm! It's just that the UFO Hall is too mysterious, and that female cultivator is probably mostly a person who responds to the situation, and she is not famous. ”

At this time, a voice suddenly came to Amu's ears.

"Huh?" Amu was stunned for a moment, then remained silent and glanced around.

I saw that three feet in the northeast, a middle-aged monk in black nodded at him.

"Ye Xingbai, I've seen the master!" The sound was transmitted again, and that person was actually Ye Xingbai, the master of the Ink Turtle Pavilion.

Amu smiled faintly, with Ye Xingbai standing here, suddenly Amu felt a lot more at ease in his heart.

Goodbye on stage, except for those four people. Behind them, they were followed by their respective close guards and important figures in the Valley of No Hatred. Among them, Guo and Bai were the two managers, both following behind.

And the most eye-catching thing is a young man in brocade. The young man looked good, tall and tall, and it was Mo Wuxin. Today, Mo Wuxin's appearance looks extremely normal, his manners are decent, and he does not have the slightest appearance of dementia.

Behind him, there was a Xuanxian sevenfold guard, as well as that girl Huan Mei'er, and the other one was the red-clothed Gan Tianqing.

The moment they saw Gan Tianqing, Ah Mu and Mo Wuxian were both shocked in their hearts.

"The Lord of the Divine Dragon Pavilion is really a top character!"

Originally, they thought that Gan Tianqing would only appear on stage when he was performing. Unexpectedly, there were only a dozen people on the scene at this time, and he could mix in.

You must know that in front of him, there is Mozhen Mountain, a peerless powerhouse in the Heavenly Immortal Triple Realm. Moreover, in the entire Hatless Valley, how many pairs of eyes will look at him.

At this time, Gan Tianqing's face was slightly red, and he looked slightly nervous, and he really performed vividly.

On the high platform, there are already floating chairs, Mo Zhenshan and others, and the guests and hosts are seated. Mo Zhenshan was full of spring breeze, and Bai Muhuan was sitting beside him, also smiling, really having a bit of the taste of the world.

At this time, on the high platform, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the colorful flowers are not dispersed. The real fairy cultivator, her dress fluttered, fluttered to the ground, and then fell to one knee.

"Hatless Valley, three million disciples, congratulations to the valley lord on his birthday, I wish the valley lord fairyland eternal life, and a long life!

That true fairy cultivator sounds like a hundred spirits, but she uses the qi of a true immortal. In the entire valley, I don't know how many monks from the Valley of No Hatred responded in unison.

The sound of birthday wishes spread throughout the entire Hatredless Valley, and even the entire Blood Moon Continent.

In the Valley of Silence, the old man who guarded the tomb lay in the shade in front of the thatched hut and yawned long.

"Today's day is good, and the evening is another blood moon!" (To be continued......)