nine coffins

Chapter 540 One hate, ten thousand hate!No Hate Valley visitor
Among the 33 Bai Luomen monks, there are four great immortals, and the highest level has reached the seventh level of true immortals.When Amu Lishui heard this, his expression changed slightly.

With the fighting power of the two brothers, unless the blood soul guard or the magic coffin is used, in the face of a power like Bai Luomen, it is estimated that they will only win by death.

"The old man did it all?" Li Shui said.

"I don't know!" The water robbery monk shook his head, "Anyway, the old man continued to set up a stall here the next day. Three days later, Bai Wuming, the young master of Bai Luomen, came to apologize to the old man in person, and left a At the same time, I sincerely invited the old man to the Bai Xiuluo Palace, willing to worship for life, but the old man politely declined."

"It's amazing!" Amu and Li Shui looked at each other.Needless to say, even if Bai Luomen's death was not killed by the old man, it must be related to him.Bai Wuming came here in person and was willing to make offerings, which shows how powerful this old man is.

"The most powerful ones are yet to come!" Shuijie monk sneered, "This old man is famous, and there are many people who buy fairy talismans. This Chimo City does not belong to any force on the Soul of War Continent. Bai Luomen offended the old man, touch Naturally, Hei Luomen will not miss this opportunity. Soon, Second Miss Feng of Hei Luomen brought people here, and also invited the old man to the Black Shura Hall, which was also an offering, but the old man still refused. As a result, Second Miss Feng, The old man didn't say anything when he became angry from embarrassment. However, that night, the bodies of the two guards of the ninth level of real immortals beside Second Miss Feng were hung on the top of Chimo City, and their souls were also dissipated."

"Hey!" This time it was Amu who laughed, "That's enough!"

"Who said it wasn't? Black and white Romans have suffered a lot, but no one dares to criticize. However, since then, the old man has changed to set up a stall every ten days, and named this stall Painting Soul Zong." The water robbery monk laughed.

"It turns out that there is only one person in the Painting Soul Sect?" Amu also laughed dumbfounded.

"The name of the sect is also the name of the old man. From now on, everyone will respectfully call him 'Painting Soul Old Master'." Brother Shui Jie said, "However, although black and white Shura are shocked, this old man usually behaves in a low-key manner. Be kind. Every ten days, I sell fairy talismans. Although the price is a bit high, it is far better than ordinary fairy talismans. Even many low-level monks use it as a means of saving their lives, a magic weapon for body protection!"

"What a powerful old man, what a powerful fairy talisman!" Amu thought to himself, and at the same time bowed his hands to the water catastrophe, "Thank you, fellow daoist!"

"Fellow Daoist, if it's convenient, I'll buy two. It will definitely be useful at critical moments!" said the Water Tribulation cultivator at last, then turned and left.After just a few words, he got a copper-level spirit coin. This water robbery monk is quite lucky.

"Let's buy two too!" Li Shui looked at Amu and smiled.

"Such a high-quality and cheap thing, naturally I have to buy two!" Amu also laughed.

However, when Li Shui took out the spirit coin and was about to buy it, he saw the old man painting soul clapping his hands in fear.

"Okay, it's sold out today! You still need it, come back in ten days!"

"Ugh--"

"Painting soul old man, next time you have to practice a little more!"

"Hey! I'm late today, and I finally got enough spirit stones!"

"Old man, is it okay to make a reservation!" Everyone discussed noisyly.

"Hehe, no reservations, the old rules! Thank you for your support!" The old man who painted the soul smiled broadly, then bowed his hands to everyone, rolled up the symbolic spread on the ground, and was about to leave.

The monks who didn't buy the fairy talisman were a little bit sad and depressed, and they had to bow their heads and go. By the way, they would search for treasures in this fairy collection, and they might meet the treasure.

"Old man Huahun, please stay!" However, suddenly, someone in the crowd stopped the old man Huahun with an urgent voice.

"Huh?" With this sound, not only the old man Huahun stopped, but also the other monks who were about to go stopped.

Goodbye, a monk walked out of the crowd, full of dust.

The monk was thin, with no flesh on his cheeks, sunken eye sockets, and bloodshot eyes, but his complexion was a little pale, and he was wearing a black robe.For some reason, there was a white flower embroidered on the left front heart of the black robe. No one knew what it was, but it looked rather strange.

Real Immortal Realm [-]!However, the black-clothed friar gave people the impression that he was really ghost-like, gloomy and ghostly.

At this time, all the monks looked at the black-clothed monk, wondering why he called the old man Huahun to stop.

And the old man Huahun took a look at the black-clothed monk, especially when he saw his attire, an imperceptible strange look flashed in his eyes.

However, all of this did not escape, the eyes of Amu and Li Shui who were watching him carefully.

"Junior, I have seen the old man of the painting soul!" The black-clothed monk was extremely polite, and he bowed deeply to the old man of the painting soul.

"You're welcome, what's your Excellency, just tell me, if I can do it, I will try my best!" The old man Huahun returned a salute, which was also extremely polite.

"This junior is from the Blood Moon Continent!" The black-clothed monk cut straight to the point, and with one sentence, the entire long street was in an uproar.

"Bloodmoon cultivator?" "People from the Bloodmoon Continent?" Everyone looked at the black-clothed cultivator, and instantly lost their understanding.It seems that people are taller, handsomer, and richer.

In fact, at this time, even Amu and Li Shui were a little surprised.

You must know that the seven stars accompany the blood moon, and the distance between the seven stars and the blood moon is hundreds of millions of miles.If there is no domain gate, the voyage similar to interstellar roaming, not to mention loneliness, mainly consumes spirit coins, which is definitely not something ordinary people can afford.

"Is this a monk from the three great sects of Shura?" Amu and Li Shui asked at the same time, and then looked at each other with wry smiles.Because they remembered the scene when the drunken demon Luo Nei was mistaken for the blood moon monk, or even the Shura palace monk.

It seems that I am not immune to the vulgarity. The blood moon monks in the continent of war are all extremely concerned.

At this time, the calmest person was actually the old man who painted the soul.

"The two realms are far away, and the Blood Moon Continent is the land that the Shura people yearn for. I am disrespectful!" the old man Huahun said calmly, "But, I don't know what your Excellency is doing calling me an old man?"

"Your Majesty, I came across the domain just to meet the painting soul old man!" said the black-clothed monk.

"Oh?" The old man Huahun smiled slightly, "I have something to say, please tell me directly!" The old man Huahun looked up at the sky, it was still daylight, but the time for transformation was coming soon.

"I'm here to ask for a fairy talisman!" said the black-clothed monk.

"Oh!" The old man Huahun said with a smile, "Okay, come here again in ten days! It turned out to be a guest, I let you choose first."

The black-clothed monk smiled wryly, and said, "If this junior can wait ten days, why bother to stop me? Moreover, the key point is that the talisman that this junior asks for is a bit special, and I would never sacrifice it on weekdays, let alone sell it!"

The painting soul old man frowned, stared at the black-clothed monk and said: "It seems that you know a lot. I'm afraid you also know that after the day is over, it will be difficult to find me!"

"Yes! This junior knows!" the black-clothed monk said respectfully.

"Hey!" The painting soul old man sighed, "What talisman do you want?"

Hearing the painting soul old man ask what talisman, the monk in black was shocked.

"The junior wants three pieces, Immortal-killing and soul-killing talisman!"

Immortal-killing and soul-killing talisman?The aborigines of Chimo City and the regular visitors of Xianji frowned.Because none of them had heard of this kind of fairy talisman, and the old man Huahun had never sold it.But from that domineering name, one could tell that it was definitely a powerful fairy talisman.

"Three immortal-killing and soul-killing talismans?" The old man Huahun couldn't help laughing, "You are really a lion!"

"Trouble old man!" The monk in black saluted respectfully again.

The old man Huahun looked at the black-clothed monk for a long time before he said, "Your surname is Mo?"

The black-clothed cultivator shook his body and nodded slowly: "Junior Mo Wuhen!"

Blood Moon Continent?Surname Mo?Mo Wuhen!There was a strange look in the eyes of some knowledgeable monks on the long street, and Amu and Li Shui were also moved.

Blood Moon Three Immortal Gates, Shura Palace, Youfu Palace, and Wuhen Valley.If Jiguang's map information is correct, then they remember that the surname of Wuhen Valley, the owner of the valley, is Mo.

At this time, the old man Huahun nodded his head: "What do you want to kill the fairy and soul talisman?"

"Revenge!" Mo Wuhen's tone was extremely calm, but unusually firm.

Upon hearing this, the painting soul old man shook his head, and then smiled faintly.

"Don't take revenge, I can't help you! I don't ask about the Blood Moon Continent, I just want to end my life in this Chimo City!" Saying that, the old man who painted the soul dusted off the dust on his body, turned around and walked quickly. Walk.

"Old man painting soul!" Mo Wuhen's figure moved, but no one saw his movement clearly.However, Mo Wuhen had already arrived in front of the old man Huahun, and suddenly lifted his clothes and fell to his knees.

"Junior, please fulfill the painting soul master!" Mo Wuhen said in an extremely sincere tone.

The painting soul old man still shook his head.

"Get up! There is no room for maneuver in this matter. You came here for revenge, why are you called Wuhen?" The old man Huahun's words were somewhat inexplicable, but Mo Wuhen seemed to understand.

"The junior hates once, and all hatred is broken, and there will be no hatred in this life!" Mo Wuhen said.

"It is better to be born without hatred than to be free from hatred! That is the essence of Wuhen Valley."

Mo Wuhen was shocked when he heard what the old man said.

The old man Huahun smiled lightly, and said again: "I made an oath before, so I won't draw a fairy talisman for you!"

As he spoke, he looked at the sky again, and the old man Huahun walked around Mo Wuhen and wanted to leave again.

"Old man!" Unexpectedly, Mo Wuhen's figure didn't seem to move, but he knelt down in front of the old man Huahun again.

What a weird move!Amu couldn't help raising his eyebrows.This kind of body speed, he has only seen on the body of Qing Mozi.

"Junior, I would like to offer my soul to senior!" Mo Wuhen gritted his teeth.

"Alas!" This time, the old man of painting soul looked up to the sky and sighed, then looked at Mo Wuhen again, "Are all the people in Wuhen Valley so persistent? It's a pity..."

"How many years have I been painting souls, and I have long stopped collecting souls!" the old man painting souls said helplessly, and then walked away.

This time, Mo Wuhen didn't follow, but his cheeks were tense, and his eyes were about to cry.On the long street, the old man who painted the soul did not stop at all, and Mo Wuhen knelt there.

There is gold under the man's knees, Mo Wuhen knelt down twice, but the old man Huahun remained unmoved.At this moment, everyone felt that old man Huahun was too ruthless.

Amu and Li Shui frowned slightly, knowing that there must be many hidden secrets in the matter.Mo Wuhen, the painting soul old man is definitely not an ordinary person.

At this time, Mo Wuhen stood up slowly, and stood up straight.Then, he turned around and looked at the back of the painting soul old man, and suddenly spoke.

"Master Painting Soul, it was Shura Ziyi who asked me to come!" Mo Wuhen's voice turned slightly cold.

One sentence is better than thousands of words just now, the old man who walked away slowly stopped suddenly.

Just because, that Asura Ziyi!

(End of this chapter)