Valley of No Hatred. The north of Panlong Valley is silence. Back then, during the Battle of the Valley of No Hatred, the Valley of Silence could be regarded as the only one that had not been destroyed.

Because, in the Valley of Silence, there is an original immortal power. The white-eyed old man's existence was even far earlier than the Valley of No Hatred.

The battle of the eternal night, the white-eyed old man, is basically waiting. Only when the purple-clothed man who crawled out of the Purple Immortal Tomb appeared, he had made a move.

Actually, the white-eyed old man doesn't ask about the world. His mission is to guard the tombs in the Valley of Silence. In the eternal night of the blood north, the earth cracked, and the breath of the underworld emanated.

However, in the Valley of Silence, he was still safe, and he was not pulled by the Netherworld at all.

At this time, the night is deep, and the sun is half dark.

The white-eyed old man, as usual, sat alone outside the thatched house. Stone benches and stone tables, one person drinks alone. The white-eyed old man, squinting, looked at the graves that had not changed for many years.

The Valley of Silence is seven miles long and horizontal, with a radius of forty-nine miles. There is no hatred in the valleys, and the silence is the smallest.

In the valley, every grass and tree is in the hands of the white-eyed old man. And at night in the Valley of Silence, the aura is the heaviest. Therefore, Bai Mei often sleeps during the day and sits alone at night.

In fact, when cultivating to the realm of white eyebrows, sleeping or not sleeping is a formality. A qiē is nothing more than a way, a kind of fun.

With one hand, the white-eyed old man took a sip of wine. That's still the Phoenix Girl, the pot of Tianzhou Immortal Brew left behind. That wine, the fairy power is long, and the charm is endless.

As soon as he took a bite, he was an old man with white eyebrows at the original immortal level, and he was also shocked.

This is the seventh day after the Battle of the Eternal Night. For seven days, the entire Blood Moon Continent. It's pretty quiet. Perhaps, after any big war, there will always be some respite.

The white-eyed old man understood. In that battle of eternal night, the three major immortal gates of the Demon Continent were basically involved. It affected a lot, the original immortal power, the ancient venerable, and even the phoenix to reduce the anger and the underworld venerable.

The only thing to rejoice in is that this battle, for various reasons. There is no formation of the ultimate ruined miè. Each guards its own land, each has its own boundary! Presumably, after this toss. It should be able to stop for a long time.

At this time, the white-eyed old man suddenly had a smile on the corner of his mouth. Because, he perceives. Finally someone came.

Really. The figure flashed. An old man in gray, with a blanket on his back, stood not far away. Naturally, it is not someone else, but a soul.

"Hehe!" the white-eyed old man looked at the painting soul and laughed, "Old bird, here! This time, you are not dead with such a big movement!

The old man shook his body. Go straight to the stone table, and you are not welcome. Directly picked up the wine jug on the table, and got a wine glass out of nowhere, and directly filled a glass for himself.

"If you don't die, how can I be willing to die?" The old man glared at the white eyebrows, took a sip of wine, tasted it, and then his eyes shone brightly, "Well!

"Of course it's a good wine!This is Tianzhou Phoenix Brew!" the white-eyed old man was proud. However, this time, the white-eyed old man was very generous, and did not take back the wine jug, but let the old man pour himself a drink.

"Hey, old fellow, blessed! But why is he so generous this time?" the old man looked at Bai Mei, and naturally felt something strange.

"Alas!" the white-eyed old man sighed. Then, raise your glass. Two old guys who have lived for countless thousands of years, toast in the air.

Smack-

With a soft sound, the two of them were silent and took a sip each. Two people, laughing and scolding, countless years. At this moment, there is really a tacit understanding.

"What, it feels like it's almost the end?" the old man glanced at Bai Mei meaningfully.

"The ghost venerable has returned, the dragon saliva has appeared! The phoenix is angry, and the ghost is out! Isn't our day coming to an end? If this tomb is opened, I would like to die here!" the white-eyed old man smiled bitterly.

The old man shook his head and said, "Not necessarily! The phoenix has said that each guards its own land and its own boundary. That Immortal Venerable, he didn't let him speak, but he definitely didn't dare to do anything. Sometimes, it's not easy to die. ”

"Alas, it's hard to die!" the white-eyed old man sighed, "However, I'm only making a living for the people of the Three Realms!

"Ten thousand years of peace, even if there is a war, it will be counted!" The painting of the soul does not matter, "If there are no ten thousand years, wouldn't it be the same?"

The old man who painted the soul took another sip.

"But, by the way, old fellow, have you ever seen the true face of the Immortal Venerable?" the tone of the painting soul was casual, but in fact, this was an extremely critical question.

"Hmph, aren't you asking nonsense?" the white-eyed old man said slightly angrily, "In the Three Realms, who has seen the true face of the Hades Venerable? Don't forget, I am a person from the Phoenix, not a person from the Hades Venerable!"

"Hasn't the phoenix seen the Immortal Venerable yet?" the painting soul frowned.

"Then you have to ask Phoenix?" The white-eyed old man, as if he had thought of something, couldn't help but smile slightly.

"If I can ask and dare to ask, do I still need to ask you?"

"Hehe!" the white-eyed old man smiled at the painting soul and mocked, "I forgot." Old bird, I'm afraid of the phoenix! The phoenix is noble, so I annoy you the bad luck of the ghost bird king!haha!"

"It's not necessarily annoying!" the old man didn't argue much, but his face was slightly embarrassed, "However, I'm afraid it's really a little bit!"

"Oh!" the white-eyed old man, listening to the words of the old man who painted the soul, couldn't help but be a little stunned, "Admit it? This is not your personality? Yin Soul Bird King, didn't he once point to the heavens and the earth?"

"It's been ten thousand years, and many things have to be admitted!" the old man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The battle of the Blood North, the phoenix's anger, came across the border, which is enough to remind many people of the former Three Realms War. After the Canghai Immortal Venerable, within the Three Realms, the phoenix should indeed be honored.

"Blue Devil, also in the valley, right?" he groaned, and the white-eyed old man said very casually.

"That's right!" the painting soul nodded.

"Now, what kind of cultivation is he?" asked the white-eyed old man again.

"I don't know!Who can see through him?" "Hehe" smiled, "However, killing you shouldn't be a problem!"

"Kill me!" the white-eyed old man sneered, "Even if he could, I'm afraid he wouldn't dare!"

"Don't dare?" the old man smiled bitterly and shook his wine glass, "In the world of the Blue Devil, it seems that the only thing that is unwilling, how can you not dare? Tianzhou Mu family, he killed them all! Moreover, the Blue Devil doesn't seem to have much respect for the Phoenix. “

"Who does the Blue Devil respect?" hehe!" Bai Mei sneered again.

"Only the sea is one ear!" the old man spewed a long breath of cold mist.

"However, Canghai Immortal Venerable is dead!Demon Lang, not Canghai!" The white-eyed old man drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, "Green Devil, you have been doubting the death of Canghai back then, right?"

"Perhaps!" said the painting soul, "after all, it is a little early to hear about the fall of the sea!"

"He's too worried!Phoenix, how can he kill Canghai?" the white-eyed old man raised his eyebrows, "I can't kill it!"

That's right! Within the Three Realms, no one can kill Canghai. However, they all understood, how could the Blue Devil not understand?

Smack-

Painting the soul and white eyebrows clinking glasses again. However, there was no wine in the white eyebrow cup. Only the soul of the painting can be drunk in one gulp.

At this time, the Blue Devil and Amu were in a corner of the Panlong Valley Long Hate Palace, having another conversation. (To be continued......)

PS: Go to the field in the afternoon and come back tomorrow night. This chapter is a manuscript that I hurried in the morning. Sent on a scheduled basis.