One night in Aoki Valley, Amu and Mo had no hatred, and they had a good rest.

When they woke up in the morning, both of them were refreshed, after all, this is a rare spiritual place. The little Yashan brothers next door still didn't make the slightest movement, and it is estimated that they are still meditating on their knees and practicing.

Amu and Mo had no hatred, so they didn't bother them.

The two of them first walked around the Aoba Valley casually. Mo Wuxie's qiē to the Valley of No Hate is so familiar that he can't be more familiar, and when there is no one, he will also tell Amu some allusions to the Valley of No Hatred.

For example, there are five great immortals cultivating in the Cold Dust Valley, and there are many stone tablets in the Valley of Silence, and the old man guarding the tomb is actually a heavenly immortal, which is extremely powerful. Also, there is an immortal spring in the Valley of No Hatred, called Immortal Condensation, and almost the entire Valley of No Hatred drinks the water of this fairy spring to practice, and so on. Sometimes, I will also talk about the past of Mo Wuxian, but they are all long sighs.

Therefore, although it is inconvenient for the two of them to act aggressively, they are not boring, but they do not have any valuable discoveries.

The day after tomorrow is the first day of the birthday ceremony. Today, Lishui and Bai Wusheng will also enter the valley as agreed. And at the latest, by tomorrow night, Gan Tianqing should have some news.

Breaking the Xuantian Pavilion, the other three pavilion masters, maybe they should do what they can do properly. In this way, before the last day of the birthday ceremony, they can set a final strategy.

The sun passed noon, and at this moment, Amu and Mo Wuxian were both sensitive.

The two of them, looking at each other, knew that it was Lishui and Bai Wusheng, and entered the Valley of No Hatred.

Because, on the bodies of the four of them, they all carried the Soul Possession Stone when they first entered the Dark Demon Valley. Tong guò Soul Stone. They can perceive each other's existence.

"They've been arranged in the Valley of Ten Thousand Leaves!" Mo Wu said hatefully, "Then, it seems that they also went to the Valley of Lights!"

Amu nodded.

"Let's. Let's go around Optics Valley again, maybe there's something new today!" Mo Wuxian said.

"Okay!" simply had nothing to do, and the two of them went directly to the wind and went to Heguang Valley.

Today, it is the second day of Heguang Valley Immortal City, and the scale is really better than yesterday, which can be described as a sea of people. Stuff items. More and more diverse.

As soon as Amu and Mo Wuxian arrived in the Valley of Dust, they more clearly perceived the existence of being separated from the water and having no life in vain. Four people, on the fairy set. I saw it from afar and nodded my head.

And at this moment, a stall attracted the attention of Amu and Mo Wuxi. Because. There were quite a few people around there. Everyone stuck out their heads and poked their brains, and some people floated in mid-air to watch.

Amu and Mo Wuxian were curious, so they also squeezed over together.

It turned out that it was just a stall selling fairy talismans. Selling immortal talismans, in Shura Demon Continent, is very common, not very unusual. However, Amu and Mo looked at each other hatefully. The person selling immortal talismans in front of him couldn't help but change his face slightly.

It was a thin, withered old man. The realm of true immortal one-fold dà perfection. Dressed in gray cloth clothes and carrying a ragged jacket, he looked a little shabby.

In front of the old man, many immortal talismans were wrapped in layers of calamity, all of which were suspended in the air. Attack, defend, escape, and so on. Paper, animal skin, jade carving, etc., are also complete in style.

The old man's business is good, many monks are buying his immortal talismans, and some people are just watching and discussing, it seems that the old man's immortal talismans are strange.

Amu and Mo couldn't help but glance at each other, they both saw a trace of shock in each other's eyes, and they both saw four words.

"Old man painting souls!" At this time, it was the distant Lishui and Bai Mu Ming who seemed to be surrounded by him.

Although, the appearance of the gray-clothed old man was slightly different from that of the old man who painted souls, and the cultivation realm looked higher than the first level of soul scattering in Chimo City. Moreover, there are no three big characters suspended in the void - Painting Soul Sect.

However, Ah Mu and Mo Wu hated, and almost instantly felt that the old man must be a painting soul. It was a wonderful feeling, teleported with great clarity.

Those immortal runes suspended in the void were almost exactly the same as the spirit runes in Chimo City at the beginning.

Old man who painted souls, how could he come here?

For the old man who painted the soul, Amu's feelings were slightly complicated.

At the beginning, in the Battle of the Blood North, the painting soul appeared, and the immortal talisman suppressed the demon coffin and the bloodthirsty Shura, and warned the killing god of the Immortal Palace, which should be on Amu's side.

However, they couldn't be sure, because they didn't know why the painting spirits wanted to help them.

Painting the soul of the old man, but the original immortal-level storage zài, even Xing Fei couldn't determine his origin. Later, he sent a private message to the Blue Devil, but he couldn't explain it.

Why did such a powerful existence appear in the Valley of No Hate in such a way?

At this time, the old man who painted the soul was selling his immortal talisman with all his might. The old man who painted the soul, his mouth was like a hanging river, and he spoke wildly, which made many monks tempted.

Seeing that the fire was almost over, the old man who painted the soul raised his hand and threw a fairy talisman directly into the air.

Smack-

It was an attack immortal talisman, and after it exploded, the immortal power was scattered, and it was like a muffled thunder in the air. The power is absolutely good, and I am afraid that it can definitely destroy the monks of the four or five realms of true immortals.

Wow -

The audience was in an uproar, I really didn't expect that this old man's immortal talisman was by no means boasting.

"Give me one!" "Boss, give me one too!" For a while, the number of immortal talisman monks who purchased it surged.

However, the general buyers are all monks below the fifth level of true immortals, high-level true immortals or Xuan immortals who occasionally pass by, and basically no one cares. After all, an immortal talisman of this level is like a chicken rib for them.

Amu and Mo Wuxian glanced at each other, puzzled. The old man who painted the soul, selling immortal talismans in Chimo City can be said to pass the time, and now in the Valley of No Hatred, it must not be due to boredom.

"Two, let's have two immortal talismans! The price is cheap, it has been needed from time to time, and it can definitely be used!" The old man who painted the soul smiled and looked at Amu and Mo Wuxian.

"Huh?" Mo Wuxian was slightly stunned, not knowing what the painting meant.

"Uncle, give me two immortal talismans!" Amu was very calm and natural, and smiled and directly sent out half a bag of spirit coins, and no one knew how many.

If you pay the bill like this, most of you think it's a spirit stone.

The old man who painted the soul directly took Amu's storage point, smiled "hehe", and then flipped it with one hand, handed out two immortal talismans, and handed them to Amu.

"It's still this little brother, I know the goods! Old man, I wish you an early arrival in the fairyland! The realm is low, but it's not good!" The old man who painted the soul smiled, but he didn't know if there was something in his words, and then put away the storage bag with satisfaction.

At this time, there were many people buying immortal talismans, and almost no one paid attention to Amu's ordinary transaction.

"Let's go!" Amu accepted the immortal talisman and said directly to Mo Wu.

At this time, Mo Wuxian reacted a little in his heart, the talisman that the old man who painted the soul took the initiative to sell must be a treasure, and he actually missed it, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

However, it was too late. The old man who painted the soul had already turned around and had already started to sell to others again.

Two people, and left the crowd. The appearance of the painting soul had made them unintentional, and they turned around pretendically, and went directly back to Aoki Valley.

"Amu, the old man who painted the soul, how could he appear in the Aoki Valley?" Mo Wuxian said.

"Hehe!" Amu sneered, "It seems that the matter of the Hatless Valley is a bit complicated!" Then, Amu stretched out his hand, and it was indeed two extremely special immortal runes, both of which exuded an extremely strong immortal aura.

"These two immortal talismans are not weaker than your immortal killing and soul destroying talismans, right?" asked Amu.

"It's not weak, but one of them must be a defensive immortal talisman!" Mo Wuxian squinted his eyes for a moment, and then affirmed.

"I'll send it all to you!" Amu smiled, and with a wave of one hand, he directly hit the two immortal talismans.

"Huh?" Mo Wuxian was slightly stunned.

"Take it! I have a magic coffin, and there are other means, these are useless! In the Valley of No Hatred, you are the number one dangerous person. If you want to kill the Valley of No Hatred, the first one will kill you. So it's always good to have two more immortal talismans!" Amu smiled, "However, you are really slow to react, otherwise maybe that old man can give two more!"

Mo Wuxian smiled speechlessly, didn't say anything, but he was not polite, and directly put away the two immortal talismans. Objectively speaking, these two immortal talismans are extremely important to him.

Having two attack immortal runes can not only allow him to kill Mo Zhenshan almost completely with confidence, but also one defensive immortal rune is estimated to be able to save his life.

"Old man who draws souls, it won't be special, send us immortal talismans!" Mo Wuxian said.

"At most, it's one of the purposes!" Amu restrained his smile, "In the First Battle of the Blood North, the old man who painted the soul has already appeared. I believe that in the Valley of Innocence of Hatred today, it is not only we who can recognize him. Perhaps, there should be someone else!

"With his cultivation, if he hides it, who can find out? Then why, is it necessary to show up so in such a low-key manner?"

"That's right! This way of showing up is worth scrutinizing. That's why I said that the situation in the Valley of No Hate is complicated!" Amu sighed, "In my opinion, the old man who painted the soul appeared at this time, most likely to deter some forces!"

"Shock?" Mo Wuxian frowned.

"Shock the power that has come to the Valley of No Hate now, don't act rashly!" Amu's eyes narrowed slightly, "For example, the Immortal Killing Hall or the Drunken Demon Luo! It seems that we may have to face more than just a Valley of No Hatred!" (To be continued......