nine coffins

Chapter 750 No one in the Three Realms can kill Cang Hai!

Valley of No Hate.To the north of Panlong Valley is silence.Back then, during the battle of Wuhen Valley, Silent Valley was the only existence that was not destroyed.

Because, in Silent Valley, there is a great original immortal.The existence of the white-browed old man was even far earlier than Wuhen Valley.

In the Battle of Eternal Night, the white-browed old man was basically watching.Only, when the purple-clothed man crawled out of Ziyou fairy's tomb appeared, he once shot.

In fact, the old man with white eyebrows doesn't care about worldly affairs.His mission is to guard the tombs in Silent Valley.Xuebei Yongye, the earth cracked open, and the spirit of the netherworld radiated out.

However, in Silent Valley, it is still safe and sound, without being drawn by the nether world at all.

At this time, the night is deep, half a round of black sun.

The old man with white eyebrows, as usual, sat alone outside the thatched house.Stone benches and tables, drink alone.The white-browed old man squinted his eyes, looking at the tombs that hadn't changed for so many years.

The Valley of Silence is seven miles long and seven miles wide, with a radius of 49 miles.There are no valleys of hatred, and extinction is the smallest.

In the valley, every plant and tree is under the control of the old man with white eyebrows.And at night in Silent Valley, the dark energy is the heaviest.Therefore, Baimei often sleeps during the day and sits alone at night.

In fact, when the cultivation base reaches the realm of Baimei, sleeping or not sleeping is the same form.Everything is nothing more than a way, a kind of fun.

Holding the cup with one hand, the white-browed old man took a sip of the wine.That was still the pot of Tianzhou Immortal Wine left behind by Phoenix Girl.That wine has long immortal power and endless charm.

After one sip, even the white-browed old man of the original immortal level was shocked.

This is the seventh day after the Battle of Eternal Night.For the past seven days, the entire Blood Moon Continent has been fairly quiet.Perhaps, after any big fight, there is always some respite.

The old man with white eyebrows understood that the three great immortal sects of the Demon Continent were basically involved in the battle of Eternal Night.Affected many, such as Yuan Xian Da Neng, the ancient venerable, and even the phoenix's wrath, and Ming Zun's shot.

The only good thing is that this battle, due to various reasons, did not result in extreme destruction.Each guards its land, each secures its borders!Presumably, after this toss, it should be able to stop for a long time.

At this time, the white-browed old man suddenly had a smile on the corner of his mouth.Because, he sensed, someone finally came.

Sure enough, the figure flashed.An old man in gray clothes was standing not far away with a bag on his back.That is naturally not someone else, but the soul of painting.

"Hey!" The white-browed old man looked at the painting soul and laughed, "Old bird, here we come! This time, you didn't die after such a big commotion! It's unreasonable!"

The old man Huahun swayed and went straight to the stone table, and he was not polite, he directly picked up the jug on the table, got a wine glass from nowhere, and directly filled a glass for himself.

"You don't die, how can I be willing to die?" The old man Huahun stared at Bai Mei, took a sip of the wine, savored it, made a sound, and then his eyes lit up, "Mmm! Good wine!"

"Of course it's good wine! This is Tianzhou Phoenix Brew!" The white-browed old man was not without pride.However, this time, the old man with white eyebrows was very generous and did not take back the flagon, but let the old man Huahun do his own thing.

"Hey! Old guy, you are blessed! But, why are you so generous this time?" The old man Huahun looked at Baimei, and naturally felt something strange.

"Alas!" The white-browed old man let out a long sigh.Then, raise your glass.Two old guys who have lived for countless thousands of years toasted in the air.

Snapped--

There was a soft sound, and the two were silent, and each took a sip.Two people, laughing and cursing, countless years.At this moment, there is a tacit understanding.

"What? It feels like it's coming to an end?" The old man Huahun gave Baimei a meaningful look.

"Ghost Venerable returns, dragon saliva appears! Phoenix is ​​angry, ghosts come out! Aren't our days coming to an end? If this tomb is opened, I would like to die here!" The white-browed old man smiled wryly.

The old man Huahun shook his head, and said: "Not necessarily! Ghost Venerable and Dragon Saliva are no longer what they used to be. Phoenix has said that each guards its own land and each secures its own realm. The Underworld Venerable will not give in, but he absolutely dare not do anything Yes. You still have to guard your tomb! Sometimes, it’s not easy to want to die.”

"Hey! Die is hard!" The white-browed old man sighed, "However, I only make a living for the people of the Three Realms! If there is a war in the Three Realms, life will be ruined!"

"Ten thousand years of peace, even if there is war, it's fine!" Huahun said indifferently, "If there were no such ten thousand years, wouldn't it be the same?"

The old man Huahun took another sip.

"However, by the way, old man, have you seen the true face of Ming Zun?" Hua Hun's tone was casual, but in fact, this is an extremely critical question.

"Hmph! Are you asking nonsense?" The white-browed old man said slightly angrily, "In the Three Realms, who has seen the true face of Mingzun? Don't forget, I am from Phoenix, not Mingzun!"

"Then Phoenix hasn't seen Hades yet?" Hua Hun frowned.

"Then you have to ask Fenghuang?" The white-browed old man seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help smiling.

"If I can ask, dare to ask, do I still need to ask you?" The old man Huahun was furious.

"Hey!" The white-browed old man looked at Hua Hun and smiled, mockingly, "I forgot. Old bird, I'm afraid of the Phoenix! The Phoenix is ​​noble, so I'll bother you, the ghost bird king! Haha!"

"It's not necessarily annoying!" The old man Huahun didn't argue too much, but his face was slightly embarrassed, "However, I'm really afraid!"

"Oh!" The white-browed old man couldn't help being a little stunned after hearing what the old man painted soul said, "Admitted it? Isn't this your personality? The ghost bird king, didn't you once criticize the sky and the earth?"

"It's been tens of thousands of years, and there are many things that I have to admit!" The old man Huahun smiled wryly and shook his head.

In the Battle of the Blood North, the anger of the phoenix came across the border, enough to remind many people of the previous Great War of the Three Realms.After Canghai Xianzun, in the Three Realms, the phoenix should indeed be respected.

"Green Demon, are you also in the valley?" After pondering for a while, the white-browed old man said casually.

"That's right!" Hua Hun nodded.

"Now, what cultivation level is he?" The white-browed old man asked again.

"I don't know! Who can see through him?" Huahun smiled "hehe", "However, killing you shouldn't be a problem!"

"Kill me!" The white-browed old man sneered, "Even if he could, I'm afraid he wouldn't dare!"

"Don't dare?" The old man Huahun smiled wryly, and shook his wine glass, "In the world of the green devil, it seems that the only one who doesn't want to is unwilling, how can he not dare? Tianzhou Mu's family, he killed them all! Moreover, the green devil seems to be interested Phoenix doesn't have much respect either."

"Who does the green demon respect? Hehe!" Bai Mei sneered again.

"There is only one vein in the sea!" The old man Huahun sprayed a long mouthful of cold mist.

"But, Canghai Immortal is dead! Mo Lang, it's not Canghai!" The white-browed old man drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, "Green Demon, have you been doubting the death of Canghai?"

"Perhaps!" Hua Hun said, "After all, it's too early to hear about Cang Hai's fall!"

"He's overthinking! Fenghuang, how could he kill Cang Hai?" The white-browed old man raised his eyebrows, "We can't kill Cang Hai either! We all understand that no one in the Three Realms can kill Cang Hai!"

That's right!Within the Three Realms, no one can kill Cang Hai.However, they all understand, how could the green devil not understand?

Snapped--

Huahun and Baimei clinked glasses again.However, there is no wine in Baimei's cup.Only the soul of painting can be drunk in one gulp.

At this time, Qingmozi and Amu were having another conversation in a corner of the Hall of Everlasting Sorrow in Panlong Valley.

　Go out of town in the afternoon and come back tomorrow night.This chapter is a manuscript I hurriedly rushed this morning.sent regularly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)