The Valley of No Hatred, the Hall of Long Hatred, and the Dark Room.

Drunken Demon Luo, the evil white eyebrow shopkeeper, looked at Mo Zhenshan, and then gently picked up the celadon tea bowl. Because, he didn't see any too rich expression on Mo Zhenshan's face.

"Oh! Mo Wuxian is back!" When he first heard the words of the shopkeeper Lian, Mo Zhenshan seemed to be stunned at first, but then smiled faintly. Mo Zhenshan also calmly picked up a tea bowl in front of him, blew it gently, and then tasted it.

Both of them are drinking tea, as if they are toasting tea to each other. In the house, it was quiet.

"Lord Mogu, don't seem to be too worried?" The white-eyed shopkeeper had no expression on his pale face, and he was very mechanical.

"What are you worried about?" Mo Zhenshan's mouth curved, and he sneered, and the murderous intent in his eyes was slightly thick, "That father and son killer came back just in time, I want to clean up the portal for the Valley of Hatred!

"Hehe!" Bai Meilian's shopkeeper didn't have the slightest smile on his face, but he did laugh, "Lord Mogu, aren't you worried that he will come to make trouble in Shoutang? A true immortal level, can be destroyed with a backhand? But, don't forget, for two thousand years, the young master of the Valley without hatred is at ease." ”

Bai Meilian's words were slightly mocking, and Mo Zhenshan couldn't help but snort coldly.

"It seems that it is necessary to let Shopkeeper Lian see my hateless valley methods at the right time!" Mo Zhenshan's words were somewhat punned.

The white-eyed shopkeeper naturally heard it, and couldn't help but smile again.

"No need! The tea in the Valley of No Hate is still very delicious! I still want to drink it for a few more years!"

"I hope so!" Mo Zhenshan took another sip of tea. "The tea of the Valley of No Hate is very tasty!"

The conversation between the two is quite mysterious. The four guards were silent. It seems that the relationship between Hatless Valley and Drunken Demon Luo is very delicate.

At this time, the white-eyed shopkeeper, his starry eyes were slightly condensed, and he seemed to smile.

"Lord Mogu rest assured. I'm just a reminder when I come down. How to deal with Mo Wuxi, that is the family matter of the Gu Mo family without hatred. I'm drunk. Don't ask, don't dare to ask!"

"Oh, thank you shopkeeper Lian!" Mo Zhenshan smiled faintly and gently put down the tea bowl. To be honest, Mo Zhenshan likes this attitude of Drunken Moluo. This is also Drunkard. The key is to be able to stay safe and secure in Pyeongcheon Castle.

Valley of No Hatred. It is by no means a sexist that can be offended.

"However, if only Mo Wuhate is back. Such a trivial matter is not worth the shopkeeper, just run it personally, right?" Mo Zhenshan knew that there must be other reasons.

"Hehe! It's still the Mogu Lord who understands me. In the next, although the legs are not valuable, but a little ink has no hatred, and it is not worth my appearance. And I estimate such news, I don't say. In fact, the Lord of Mogu should also know. The shopkeeper said.

Mo Zhenshan smiled faintly, noncommittal, but waited for the next step of the shopkeeper.

"Mo has no hatred of the true immortal body, more than 2,000 years, he doesn't dare to come back! This time, when he came back suddenly, he naturally had the capital to fight with the valley master. The shopkeeper said lightly.

"What capital?" Mo Zhenshan sneered, and then said very casually, "Breaking the Xuantian Pavilion?"

"Oh?" When the shopkeeper heard this, he couldn't help laughing, "Hatless Valley, it is Hatless Valley, it seems that the matter of the Blood North Continent, the valley master has long known." ”

"If that's the case, I'll have to wait for the shopkeeper to come to sue me in the middle of the night. Then I, Mozhen Mountain, this hateless valley master, it is estimated that I can't do it for a day. "Mo Zhenshan's sentence is true.

In the first battle of the Blood North, the demon coffin faced the blood-thirsty Shura, which almost caused a sensation in the entire Blood Moon. How could the Hatless Valley of the Three Great Immortal Gates of the Blood Moon not get a little rumor?

"Then in the future, is it redundant tonight?" said the shopkeeper Lian, but there was absolutely no such meaning in his eyes, because the news he was holding in his hand was absolutely impossible for the Hatless Valley to know.

"Don't hide it, shopkeeper, although I have been rewarded for the matter of the Blood North, but after they used the Ancient Domain Gate, I lost the news!" Mo Zhenshan seemed to finally show a sincere attitude.

"Oh, hehe!" shopkeeper Lian sneered, "Lord Mogu, this sentence is the truth. Because, we are the same as Drunkard. The news came back from the Blood North, they should have come to the Middle Continent of the Blood Moon, but we have laid a lot of eyeliner in the Middle Continent of the Blood Moon, but we have not received any news from them. However, I think they definitely made it to the middle of the Blood Moon, even near the Valley of Hatredless. ”

"Breaking the Xuantian Pavilion, the first dragon of the dragon. It is said that the Lord of the Divine Dragon Pavilion has seen the head but not the end, and in the Shura Realm, almost no one has seen his true face. With him, he is disguised and hidden, and it is difficult for us to find him. Therefore, Lord Mogu, don't underestimate Xuantian. Although, Po Xuantian does not have the strength of the Valley of No Hatred, but the Killer Immortal Gate is definitely a difficult opponent. ”

"Hmm!" Mo Zhenshan nodded slightly this time, he knew that the shopkeeper Lian's words were true.

"Shopkeeper Lian, there should be something to tell you, right?" Mo Zhenshan's eyes became a little more serious.

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "We don't have to go around in circles." ”

"After all, it's not the first time we've cooperated!"

"Today, I'm not actually here for Mo Wuxian, but for the helper he brought back!"

"Oh, the boy with the magic coffin?" Mo Zhenshan raised his eyebrows.

"That's right!" shopkeeper Lian nodded, "He and I have a grudge against Drunken Moluo, and he is many times more dangerous than that broken Xuantian Pavilion." ”

"The heir of the demon coffin, with the Buddha coffin divine thought. Such a character is naturally a character with great opportunity and great creation. However, after all, how could a little true immortal be more dangerous than breaking the Xuantian Pavilion? If it weren't for the protection of the Xuantian Pavilion, I don't know how many Demon Continent monks would hunt him down at this time. Mo Zhenshan said neither slowly nor slowly, as if he was not in a hurry for the other party to answer.

In fact, judging from the news obtained from Mozhen Mountain, Amu is indeed very dangerous. Nine coffins get one, but the town of three realms. Amu is actually locked in two coffins, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

It's just that Mo Zhenshan still wants to listen to the analysis of the shopkeeper.

"The demon coffin fought with the bloody Shura, and at the last moment, a mysterious old man appeared. Lord Moge, do you know who it is?" asked Shopkeeper Lian.

"I don't know! The Blood Moon Continent has never heard of such an immortal. Mo Zhenshan shook his head.

"Hehe! I don't know about the Valley of No Hatred, so we don't know even more about Drunken Moluo. However, we found out that the old man claimed to be the old man of the Soul Painting Sect, who had once hidden in the Red Ink City of the Battle Soul Continent, at least the original immortal powerhouse. ”

"Painting the soul?" Mo Zhenshan frowned slightly, in his memory, there really is no such character in the current Shura world, "Breaking the Xuantian Pavilion, it seems that there is really the power of the hidden world!"

"Haha!" Listening to Mo Zhenshan's words, the shopkeeper couldn't help laughing, "Lord Mogu, don't you really think that the old man who painted the soul is the power of breaking the Xuantian Pavilion, or is coming to break the face of the Xuantian Pavilion?"

"Isn't it?" Mo Zhenshan raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not, as I guess drunk. That old man who painted the soul was probably here because of the demon coffin!"

A cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the shopkeeper Lian. Although he didn't see Amu's power in person, he knew Amu's story.

"Huh?" Mo Zhenshan's body shook, "The heirs of the demon coffin may not have such power, right? A true immortal, even if he holds the demon coffin, is probably not my opponent, let alone the original immortal?"

You must know that the original immortal is like a zài, even if there is no hatred, he will tremble.

"It depends on who gave him this coffin, and who stands behind him. The shopkeeper said coldly.

"The demon coffin is in the Shura realm, countless thousands of years, and there is no news. Who passed it on to him?"

"Demon Lang! that Demon Lang who once crisscrossed the Shura Realm and had hundreds of thousands!" Shopkeeper Lian slowed down his tone, and then looked at Mo Zhenshan with a rather playful look.

This time, Mo Zhenshan must not be calm!

Because, Mo Lang is also a legend in the Shura world! This point, the people of the sea wilderness, may not know.

The real king, the Three Realms have footprints. (To be continued......)