In the valley of no hatred, the soul of the painting appears.

This is a situation that Amu and Mo Wuxian definitely did not expect. You must know that the existence of the old man who painted the soul is rare in the entire Three Realms.

The original immortal-level monk, Amu does not mention it, and Mo Wuxian has only seen an old man who paints souls, which is definitely a existence that can be met but not sought.

The arrival of the original immortals is enough to deter everyone!

And today, the way in which the old man who paints the soul shows up is very special! Those who can see the identity of the old man who paints the soul will naturally have scruples, and those who can't see the identity of the soul painter will naturally not be affected.

This may show that the old man who painted the soul did not want to stop a qiē, but to control a qiē within a certain range.

Since, the old man who painted the soul appeared, and gave Amu and Mo Wuxian Talismans. It must be shown that in the entire Valley of No Hatred, there is a power worthy of the attention of the old man who paints the soul.

But, no matter what, Amu and Mo Wuxian got the immortal talisman, which is definitely a good thing.

There is nothing to say during the day, and the sun is empty in the blink of an eye.

The two brothers of Xiaoyashan still did not move. Amu's divine sense swept over and found that the two brothers were normal. That senior brother, Chen Fanghu even had faint signs of promotion.

"If these two senior brothers can really be promoted here, they will make a lot of money!" Amu said with a smile.

"I feel that they should not retreat and cultivate, but should understand the situation in the valley and find a way. They seem to have forgotten about Qiu Dan!" Mo Wuxian said casually.

"What do you know?" Amu looked at Mo Wuxian, "It's enough for them to know you, what else are they looking for!" Let's kill Mozhen Mountain, and you can give them a white elixir!"

"I hope!" Mo Wuxian smiled as well.

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Inside the Aoki Valley, the lights are shining.

Occasionally, the monk did not sleep. There are a variety of drinks and fruits in the valley, so you can enjoy wine and talk at night.

Thousands of miles away, a gray valley, but silent.

This valley is relatively remote compared to the other six valleys. Although, this birthday ceremony. There are a lot of visitors, but almost no one has set foot here.

And in the Valley of Hatred, the monks who came to this valley. It's also rare. Because, this valley is called cold dust.

The Valley of No Hatred, the Seven Great Valleys. The coiling dragon is the foundation, and the phoenix is extremely noble. And if we talk about the realm. The monk in the Valley of Cold Dust is definitely the first.

Cold Dust Valley is not a forbidden place, it is better than a forbidden place. Bai Muhuan once said that Leng Chen's talents are not vain. The monks who can be arranged to practice in the Cold Dust Valley are all first-class characters in the Valley of No Hatred.

Cold Dust Valley, remote and quiet. The tone is on the cooler side.

The entire Blood Moon Continent, geological composition. It is dominated by laterite red stone. In the cold dust valley, there are many gray mountain limestones, which is not a small strangeness.

Cold Dust Valley, in addition to the Valley of Silence, is also the smallest of the seven valleys of the Valley of Hatred, and the surrounding radius is no more than a hundred miles.

However, in the small Cold Dust Valley, it is said that there are a total of five immortal-level monks who have chosen to retreat in this valley for many years. This number accounted for nearly half of the entire Hatredless Valley Heavenly Immortal-level cultivators.

Among them, there is even a Heavenly Immortal Ninefold, which is an old monster at the level of the Hatless Valley Town.

At this time, the half-round black sun hangs in the sky, and the roots and ancient trees are born in the sky, and there are occasional strange rocks.

The cold dust valley in the night is quite cold and gloomy. And at this moment, in the void, a burst of immortal qi fluctuated, and an ink-colored figure appeared in the depths of the Cold Dust Valley.

In front of me, it is a valley in the valley of cold dust, with a radius of several miles, mountains on all sides, and only a small road winds and leads straight to the outside.

In this small valley, there is a towering ancient tree, with a diameter of several zhang, nearly a hundred zhang high, with lush leaves and branches, thick and thick covering the sky. He actually hid the entire small valley under it.

This tree, in fact, is called the wood of ten thousand greens, according to legend, it is a different species in the ancient world, ask its tree fragrance, more than the aura. There are treasures all over the body, which can be used as materials and inner tubes for various magic weapons.

I have to say that this nameless valley is a wonder of heaven and earth.

The immortal aura in this place is extremely strong, far superior to other realms in the Hatless Valley. In particular, the 10,000 green tree exudes a faint fragrance, which is extremely refreshing, refreshing, refreshing, and dispels all troubles and distractions.

In the valley, on the stone walls of the mountains on all sides, there are a total of seven caves, arranged separately, and five of them are surrounded by immortal energy. This immortal land in Cold Dust Valley, looking at the entire Shura Demon Continent realm, can be regarded as absolutely superior.

The black shadow, with a slight flash, had already entered the nameless valley, and then stood under the towering ancient tree.

"No hatred and cold dust, worthy of the name!" the black shadow looked around.

Goodbye to his ink clothes, it is a middle-aged male cultivator. The appearance of the man was extremely ugly, and he was not seen among the monks. However, his eyes were clear and his expression was reserved.

Heavenly Immortal One Heavy Dà Complete!

On the black robe on the man's back, a giant turtle with a dragon head was embroidered. It turned out that the man in ink was none other than the pavilion master of the Broken Xuantian Ink Turtle Pavilion.

"Who is the Taoist friend, visiting this place?" suddenly a voice came from the valley, and the voice was buzzing and echoing in the valley, as if it was coming from all directions.

However, the Ink Turtle Pavilion Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, and he already knew that the voice was coming from a cave on the stone wall to the east. In that cave mansion, the cultivator turned out to be a heavenly immortal and a heavy realm of great perfection.

The Ink Turtle Pavilion Lord smiled slightly, and then clasped his fist at the cave mansion.

"In the Blood Moon Southern Region, the Xuantian Pavilion is broken, and the Pavilion Master of the Ink Turtle Pavilion is Ye Xingbai. In the name of my chief pavilion master, I came to meet a few Taoist friends and seniors!" Ye Xingbai, the master of the Ink Turtle Pavilion, was quite polite in his words.

However, Ye Xingbai's words were definitely not said by the Heavenly Immortal First Heavy Cultivator who spoke to the other party, and he said it to the Heavenly Immortal Nine Heavy in the Valley. Otherwise, a senior, forgive the heavenly immortals and dare not be heavy.

"It turned out to be the Ye Pavilion Master of the Xuantian Pavilion, I have been looking up for a long time! I don't know, what do you have to do when you enter the valley late at night?" The other party's words were also extremely polite.

In fact, breaking the Xuantian Pavilion, taking killing as his business, often conceals his whereabouts and kills people invisibly. The names of the four pavilion masters of the Xuantian Heaven are not valid in the world at all.

Moreover, among the four pavilion masters, only the Shenlong Pavilion Master is the most famous.

Ye Xingbai, the master of the Ink Turtle Pavilion, is a little-known figure, although his subordinates have died many Demon Continent powers, but his real name is never known.

Today, if it weren't for the special task and to show sincerity, the Ink Turtle Pavilion Master would not have reported his real name. Therefore, the hateless Gu Tianxian admired it for a long time, which was purely a kind word.

"Visiting late at night, there are many disturbances!" Ye Xingbai, the master of the Ink Turtle Pavilion, clenched his fists again, "However, I came here by order to communicate, the friendship between our immortal sects!"

"Oh?" The monk of the Heavenly Immortal First Realm seemed to smile, "Ye Pavilion Master, we really don't tell lies! Breaking the Xuantian Pavilion, far away in the southern region of the Blood Moon, with killing as a profession, there are many masters in the Pavilion, and I have no hatred Valley in the Middle Continent of the Blood Moon, ranking among the three major immortal sects of Shura, naturally not weak." On weekdays, we can say that the well water does not interfere with the river water, and we are safe. But if there is any friendship, I'm afraid I don't dare to climb high!"

Although these words are a little uncomfortable to listen to, they are true.

"Hehe!" Ye Xingbai, the master of the Ink Turtle Pavilion, smiled faintly, "What Daoyou said is true. But that's all in the past. Now, my pavilion master intends to make peace with Guigu, I don't know if it's okay?"

"Oh?" said Immortal Ichizhong's voice, silent for a moment.

"Shura Immortal Gate, it is naturally good to communicate with each other! It's just that this Cold Dust Valley is our place of cultivation. On weekdays, those of us who don't ask about the world and don't have hatred in the valley are naturally taken care of. Ye Pavilion Lord, if you figure it out, you can go to Panlong Valley to negotiate with my Gu Lord!"

The corners of Ye Xingbai's mouth curled, and he sneered: "This is reasonable! However, dare to ask Daoyou, should I negotiate with that valley master next?"

"Pavilion Master Ye, what do you mean by this?" Tianxian Yizhong's voice was slightly low.

"I heard that the current Mogu Lord is a person who kills his brother and bullies his sister-in-law. I broke the Xuantian Pavilion, although I took killing as a business, but I didn't despise it. Therefore, the master of my family should not make friends with this generation. ”

"It is said that the previous valley master, Moyun Mountain has a son Mo without hatred, is sincere, and does not dishonor the name of his ancestors, but he is persecuted and hunted down, and he dies for a lifetime. My Pavilion Master, cherish his talent, and I am willing to make friends with him! If the Xuantian Pavilion and the hateless young master negotiate and negotiate, I don't know what you Taoist friends and seniors think?"

At this time, Ye Xingbai had already made his words clear. The five great Xuan Immortals in the valley were naturally able to understand Ye Xingbai's meaning.

"It turns out that Lord Ye Pavilion is actually here for the rebellious son who killed his father and rebelled against the valley!"

"Killing the father and betraying the valley, I think you know black and white in your hearts. Let's open the skylight and say bright words, I will break the Xuantian Pavilion, and I am willing to fully support the hateless young master and take charge of the great cause in the valley. In the future, I am willing to do my best to make peace with the Hatless Valley. Tonight, I came here to ask for the opinions of all fellow Daoists and seniors!"

"Haha!" At this time, another heavenly immortal voice suddenly sounded, "When, when I broke the Xuantian Pavilion, it will be your turn to break the Xuantian Pavilion and point fingers!"

With that voice, a white shadow rushed out directly from a cave in the south. The endless power of the immortals, like a whirlwind, went straight to Ye Xingbai.

As soon as he was ready, Ye Xingbai was prepared, and he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly. (To be continued......)