These four words seem to have a thousand magical powers.

Fang Cai, extremely resolute, the old man who was not moved by Mo Wuhate in the slightest, suddenly stopped. Then, he turned around slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Mo Wuxian, as if he wanted to see through Mo Wuxi.

And when he heard the words Shura Ziyi, Amu and Lishui, his heart also moved instantly.

"Shura Ziyi asked you to come? is this true?" said the old man who painted the soul with a hateless gaze.

"Of course!" Mo Wuxian stood up, his expression unchanged, and he also looked at the old man who painted the soul. Because, he has a clear conscience.

"The dream of the previous life is a desolate soul!" said the old man who painted the soul suddenly.

"I hate Lethe River in this life!" Mo replied calmly. This is the word that Shura Ziyi taught him.

Two lines of poetry, which seem to be a kind of incision. The old man who painted the soul knew that what Mo Wuhate said was true. Because, this is the agreed incision between him and Shura Ziyi. With this incision, the purple clothes have an order, and the soul must be painted.

However, at this time, Amu's face next to him changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but look at Amu when he left the water. In the previous life, he dreamed of a desolate soul, and in this life he hated Lethe Chuan? This should obviously be Shen Yan's tone.

At this time, the old man who painted the soul sighed, looked at Mo Wuyi and said: "Becoming attached to Shura Ziyi is really your creation, and it is also the creation of the Valley of No Hatred!"

"If you make an incision, it's equivalent to holding a purple order. I owe that Shura purple cloth a favor, and I promised you about killing immortals and destroying souls! However, you have a purple cloth order, why bother asking for immortal talismans?"

"Thank you senior!" Mo Wuxian heard the old man who painted the soul agree, his heart was excited, and then he bowed deeply, "The junior wants to take revenge with his own hands!"

"Oh, don't thank me. I'm just doing what I'm told!" The old man looked at Mo Wuxian and said, "But you can think about it. Don't waste a purple order? You should know the weight of the purple order!"

Mo Wuxian smiled bitterly and said, "Senior." Is there any other way to dominate you than the Purple Order?"

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly. In fact, only he understands that there is something in his heart that will override the Purple Cloth Order, but he himself doesn't know if that thing will appear again.

"Even if it weren't!" the old man sighed.

"So, I don't have a choice!" said Mo Wuxi.

"Okay!" said the old man who painted the soul, "However, I can only give you an immortal soul killing talisman!"

"Why?" Mo Wuxian said with a frown.

"Because one is enough!" said the old man who painted the soul.

"Huh?" Mo Wuxian was a little puzzled.

The old man smiled and said, "Is the person you want to kill in the Eternal Realm?"

Mo Wuxian was stunned. Hurriedly shook his head. He couldn't even think of anything like that.

"So it's the original immortal?"

Mo shook his head with a wry smile.

"Hehe!" the old man who painted the soul smiled, "In that case, wouldn't that one be enough?" if the old man's immortal killing and soul destroying talisman can't help you succeed." No amount of immortal talismans is useless!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire people on the long street. It's all a sudden change in face. This means to say. Can a single Immortal Killing Soul Destroying Talisman kill all the monks below the Primordial Immortal? Isn't this too rebellious?

As he spoke, the old man who painted the soul stretched out with one hand, and a red streamer was now in his hand. In the red streamer, there seemed to be a figure, wandering in the middle, a fairy talisman. But like a living creature, it is very strange. At this time, everyone, including Amu Lishui, opened their eyes.

"Immortal Killing Soul Destroying Talisman?" Mo Wuxian showed an excited look in his eyes.

"Not bad!" said the old man who painted the soul. "Bring it!"

"What?" Mo Wuxian was slightly stunned.

"Naturally, it's spirit coins!" said the old man who painted the soul, "You once held the purple cloth order, and I had to promise to give you the immortal killing soul killing talisman." But my old man's immortal talisman is sold, and it must not be given away in vain. The spirit coins still have to be collected!"

"Okay!" Mo Wuxian smiled dumbly, "May I ask the old man, how many spirit coins!"

"One hundred spirit coins!" said the old man who painted the soul angrily.

"This is really a symbolic price!" Mo Wuxian smiled, "One hundred spirit coins, the junior has taken a big advantage!"

As he spoke, Mo Wuxian flipped it with one hand, and the golden mangs were Zhanzhan, and a hundred bronze-level spirit coins flew out directly.

"Hmph!" the old man waved his hand, but he didn't take those spirit coins, but directly blocked them back.

"Huh?" Mo Wuxian was stunned, "Uncle, what does this mean?

"How can the old man regret what he said? It's just that your spirit coin is too bad!" said the old man with a smile.

"Isn't it a hundred spirit coins?" Mo Wu said hatefully.

"A hundred spirit coins are not fake, but the color is wrong!" The old man who painted the soul sneered and said, "How can the old man's immortal-killing and soul-destroying talisman be worth a hundred bronze-level spirit coins? It is the Shura realm, and it is too cheap!"

"That's a hundred silver-level spirit coins?" Mo Wuxian smiled faintly.

"The Blood Moon Continent is not as rich in resources as the Seven Star Domains. However, how did a miser like you come out of the Hatless Valley?" said the old man with disdain, "It's a hundred gold-level spirit coins!"

"Wow-" As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar. That is, Amu and Lishui were both stunned.

One hundred gold-level spirit coins is one million bronze-level spirit coins, and even if it was the map of the original Dark Demon Valley, you can buy two copies. This high price seems a bit outrageous. Everyone was a little skeptical about the sincerity of this soul-painting old man.

"The old man gave you the Immortal Killing Soul Destroying Talisman, you can cut down the Heavenly Immortal Ninefold Dà Consummation! Isn't a Heavenly Immortal Ninefold Dà Consummate Life worth a hundred gold-level spirit coins?" said the old man who drew the soul.

"Besides, I was stirred up by you today. Perhaps, it won't be long before the old man will move the place again. This Red Ink City is staying comfortably, I'm afraid it won't stay long!Alas!"

As he spoke, the old man who painted the soul sighed, then looked up at the sky, and it was about to change between black and white.

"Hurry up, the old man's time is limited!"

"This?" Mo Wuxie's face was a little ugly, and he said in his conscience that with the power of the Immortal Killing Soul Destroying Talisman, a hundred gold-level spirit coins were really not expensive.

If it was on the Blood Moon Continent, Mo Wuxian could grit his teeth and take out a hundred gold-level spirit coins or one million bronze-level spirit coins. However, now it is absolutely not, and I can't help but look extremely embarrassed.

When the old man saw it, he couldn't help but look at the sky again, and a hint of different color flashed in his eyes. Originally, he just wanted to be a little embarrassed about Mo Wuxian. With the status of the Valley of No Hatred, Mo Wu Hate came from across the domain, and a hundred gold-level spirit coins should not be a big problem.

But now it seems that Mo Wuxi's predicament is beyond his imagination. But what the old man said must not be taken back.

"Uncle, I paid for this spirit coin!" At this time, a voice came out of the crowd.

"Wow-" The audience was in an uproar again. Today's Red Ink City seems to be in the rhythm of collapse.

Pay a hundred gold-level spirit coins for people?Who are these people?You know, there are many monks in Red Ink City. After tens of thousands of years, I have not seen a single gold-level spirit coin.

Everyone, follow the prestige. In the crowd of goodbyes, a person walked out alone, dressed in green clothes. The appearance is ordinary, and the water robes the lower realm. There was also a black bird on his shoulder. A very ordinary monk.

"Oh?" The old man who painted the soul and Mo Wuxian were also stunned. Because, a hundred gold-level spirit coins are definitely not something that people can take out by the way, and theoretically, the entire Red Ink City will not have such a deposit.

"Farewell to the blood moon, I haven't seen you for a few years, I didn't expect that Mo Gongzi also arrived in the Battle Star Domain, we are really fate! Wang Han is polite. "At this point. Amu suddenly hugged Mo Wuxing with a smile on his face, like an old friend meeting.

Amu said this, first, to show everyone that he was also a Blood Moon Monk. So as not to cause too much suspicion, the second is to report Wang Han's name and see Mo Wuming's reaction.

Sure enough, as soon as they heard Amu's words, the onlookers were in a commotion again. Unexpectedly, there was another Blood Moon Monk today. However, he was slightly relieved that he could take out a hundred gold-level spirit coins.

"Oh?" Mo Wuming didn't seem to have much reaction to the word "Wang Han", but he instantly understood Amu's first meaning.

"It turns out that Brother Wang is here, it's been a long time!" Mo Wuxian smiled cooperatively.

"Hmph!" others may not be able to see it, how can the old man who painted the soul not be able to see it? It's just that it doesn't break it, anyone can pay for it, and his old man is in a hurry to get out.

"Uncle, do you see this?" Ah Mu threw over a storage bag, but it was not a gold-level spirit coin, but five thousand silver-level spirit coins and more than five hundred thousand bronze-level spirit coins.

In fact, it's not that Amu can't get those gold-level spirit coins, but that the gold-level spirit coins are too precious after all. The old man who painted the soul kept looking at the sky, and Amu naturally wanted to take advantage of it.

Taking the storage bag, the old man who painted the soul swept his senses and sneered: "It's okay!"

As he spoke, with a shake of one hand, the Immortal Killing Soul Destroying Talisman melted directly into Mo Wuxi's eyebrows.

"Unless it's you, any delusional attempt to activate this talisman is self-defeating!" "The old man who painted the soul looked at Amu, and this sentence was naturally mainly to warn Amu, but also to others. The War Star Domain is definitely not peaceful.

After that, the old man who painted the soul didn't say anything more, and turned straight away.

At this time, the black and white days are staggering. Amu paid attention, and saw that the body of the old man who painted the soul in a hurry faded from the bottom to the top with the alternation of the black and white days, and gradually dissolved.

That kind of fading is very similar to ordinary monk's technique, and ordinary people can't see it at all. However, Amu Mo's eyes flashed, and he knew that it was not a monk's technique, but a change that was not under his own control.

As soon as the old man left with the painting soul, he looked at the lively people, and he was very interested. Although, there are some greedy immortal killing soul extinguishing talismans, but in Chimo City, no one doubts the words of the soul painter. Who dares to act recklessly? Black and white Romans are all lessons from the past.

So, it was already dark, and everyone dispersed.

"Thank you, Brother Wang!" Mo Wuxian clenched his fist at Amu, this voice was a sincere thank-you.

"You're welcome!" Amu said with a smile, "Young Master Mo, in fact, I have something to ask for advice below. It's not that it's for nothing, it's just that it's inconvenient for Mo Gongzi. Can you delay overnight and go back to the inn together?"

"Huh?" Mo Wuxian hesitated slightly.

One hundred gold-level spirit coins! In the Shura realm, it is definitely a huge amount of money! Mo Wuxian can get the Immortal Killing Soul Destroying Talisman, half of which is Xie Amu. However, Amu rashly invited, and Mo Wuxian was still a little hesitant.

"Mo Gongzi, don't hesitate, I just want to ask about Shura Ziyi! Perhaps, it has something to do with it!"

Mo was hateless, but he was stunned for a moment. (To be continued......)