After stepping into the room, what appeared in front of Xia Mu was a very simple room, with only a mahogany table, and behind the table sat a kind white-haired old woman, with a red face and a good complexion.

At the back of the room, there seems to be a cave in the sky, but it is blocked by a rather large landscape screen, and the spiritual light on it flickers, and it seems that some kind of prohibition has been placed to prevent others from using their divine thoughts to view the situation behind the screen.

Xia Mu's divine sense swept over the white-haired old woman, and he was slightly surprised in his heart, this person actually had no fluctuations in cultivation at all, either he was a mortal himself, or his cultivation surpassed Xia Mu too much, so that he couldn't sense it.

"If you want to find out something, go to the right side of the screen, and if you want to commission an assassination mission, go to the left side of the screen. The old woman said this with her eyes slightly closed and without raising her head, and then fell silent again, as if she was napping.

"Thank you. Xia Mu put a superb spirit stone on the mahogany table with an expressionless face, and then walked around the old woman and walked towards the right side of the screen.

The surface of the screen was full of light, but the prohibition on it seemed to be just to prevent others from viewing the situation behind the screen, and had no other effect, Xia Mu successfully bypassed the screen and saw the teleportation circle engraved on the ground.

"It's exactly the same information I got in the Seven-Colored Order. Seeing this shining teleportation array, Xia Mu muttered to himself in his heart, and then stepped into the teleportation circle without hesitation.

With a flicker of light, its figure suddenly disappeared behind the screen.

Xia Mu only felt that the objects in front of him were blurry for a while, and after the aura dissipated, he appeared in a hall full of jade slips.

"Hehe, welcome Daoist friends to patronize my Seven Colors Hell Qingyong City Prison, I don't know what kind of news you want to inquire about. Just as Xia Mu was observing everything in the hall, a hearty laugh came, and he saw a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe, holding a book and walking slowly towards Xia Mu.

"The first time I came here, I don't know much about the situation in your prison, I don't know what rules are there for this purchase news?" Xia Mu asked with a slight nod.

"The rules are very simple, different news will ask for different prices according to its value, for example, if you want to find out the whereabouts of a certain elixir, then according to the grade and rarity of this elixir, we will give different prices, and if you want to find out the whereabouts of a certain existence, then according to its cultivation and real combat power, and then consider whether there is any background behind it, there will also be a different price, I don't know which aspect of the news you want to explore?" The man in the Confucian robe introduced a lot in one breath, and then asked sharply.

"I don't know if Your Excellency knows if there have been a large number of low-level or ordinary mortal migration forces in Beihai in the past twenty years?" Xia Mu pondered for a moment and asked lightly after considering his words.

"This ...... I'm afraid that if there are not 1,000, there will be 800 if you are eligible, can you narrow the scope a little more?" the man in the Confucian robe said with a frown when he heard this.

"The highest cultivation level within this force is not yet the Immortal Habitat, and it has migrated from the Eastern Regions. When Xia Mu heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and then gave two limits.

"Well, in the past twenty years, among the forces that have migrated from the Eastern Regions, there is not even a monk in the Immortal Realm, it seems that there is only that one village......" The man in the Confucian robe was shocked in his heart, but there was no difference in the slightest color on his face:

"Hehe, I have probably thought of which one is the force that Daoyou wants to inquire about, according to the rules, Daoyou need to pay the price of 100,000 high-grade spirit stones first, and then I will give Daoyou an accurate direction, Daoyou can go to check, if it is correct, this transaction is considered a success, if it is wrong, Daoyou can also come back and continue the transaction. ”

When Xia Mu heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, this man in the Confucian robe actually didn't check it, just according to the three conditions in his mouth, he locked the information he needed, which was a bit unusual.

Although immortal cultivators all have the ability to never forget, judging from the intelligence collection system of the Seven Colors Hell, there must be a large amount of information gathered every day, no matter how powerful this man in the Confucian robe is, it is impossible to personally check all the information in detail, right?

But now that the other party has given the answer so surely, the news is mostly accurate, so that Xia Mu can notify the nightshade in advance through the messenger talisman, and at that time, with the eternal saint of nightshade by his side, even if something happens in it, he can definitely ensure his own safety.

After making up his mind, Xia Mu's sleeve robe was raised, and a large number of top-grade spirit stones were piled up in front of him, no more, no less, exactly 10,000.

"Hehe, Daoyou is a cheerful person. The man in the Confucian robe swept his gaze from the spirit stone in front of him, and after nodding slightly, his lips moved slightly and he said a few words in Xia Mu's ear with the secret technique of sound transmission.

After a while, Xia Mu nodded slightly and clenched his fists at the man in the Confucian robe and said, "The money and goods are clear, so I won't bother much." ”

"Fellow Daoist walks slowly. The man in the Confucian robe didn't hold back, and shot out a magic decision with one hand, only to see a flash of spiritual light in the center of the hall, and a teleportation magic circle quietly emerged.

"Farewell. Xia Mu clenched his fists again, and then stepped into the teleportation circle and disappeared.

After seeing Xia Mu leave, the man in the Confucian robe slowly sat back on the stone chair at the top of the main hall, poured two cups of spiritual tea, and then waited quietly without doing anything.

A moment later, a flash of inspiration flashed in the main hall, and a teleportation circle quietly appeared, and a white-haired old woman slowly walked out of it.

The man in the Confucian robe didn't show the slightest surprise on his face, but with a hint of respect on his face, he shouted "Uncle Shi" to the white-haired old woman!

"What did that kid inquire about just now about the village?" The white-haired old woman glanced at the spiritual tea on the stone table, and did not mean to drink it, but asked directly.

"Yes, according to the plan, I have already told him the exact location of the stockade, and then I just need to inform Lord Jin Huang of the Golden Prison. The man in the Confucian robe nodded slightly.

"I have taken a few looks at that kid before, it is by no means as simple as an ordinary immortal realm cultivator, and he still has the aura of a prison spirit on his body, and most of him is also a person in prison. The old woman said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"People in prison?" said the man in the Confucian robe, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"With such strength at such a young age, and he is still a person in prison, and he is inquiring about the news of that village, plus I just heard that the trial in the Cangyun Realm has ended, after many inferences, this person is probably that Xia Mu. The white-haired old woman groaned slightly.

If Xia Mu was here, he would be surprised when he heard the old woman's words, he was worthy of being in charge of the seven-colored hell intelligence, and he could easily judge his identity by simply adding up a few pieces of information.

"It turned out to be him......" The man in the Confucian robe looked uncertain, now among the younger generation of the Seven Colors Hell, in addition to the most core disciples of the prisons, this Xia Mu should be the most outstanding among them, if there is any accident because of being involved in this incident, the above will definitely blame.

"Uncle Shi, what do you think about the Golden Prison?" After hesitating for a moment, the man in the Confucian robe couldn't help but ask the white-haired old woman's opinion.

"Hehe, you underestimate this kid too much, even if Jin Huang takes action in person, he may not be able to help him, so you don't have to worry about those who don't have it, just pass the news to the Golden Prison, but after this incident, we won't get involved anymore, I have a hunch that the Golden Prison may be in big trouble this time." The white-haired old woman said with a slight smile.

"Impossible, no matter how powerful that kid is, how can he be Lord Jin Huang's opponent?" the man in the Confucian robe subconsciously denied.

"Nothing is impossible in this world, a guy who can offend the Golden Prison during the Shentai period but can live in peace until now, and shine in many fields, if there is no means to save his life, I'm afraid he doesn't even believe it, and you just didn't even consult the classics and directly told him the location of the village, I'm afraid he has already figured out something, and it is estimated that he has already guessed in his heart. The old woman shook her head, and then changed her mind and said, "If you don't believe it, why don't you go with my wife and me to see how this excitement is?"

Hearing this, the man in the Confucian robe showed a trace of hesitation, was silent for a moment, and then nodded slowly.

......

After Xia Mu left the Seven Colors Hell Prison, he wandered around the city for a while with a somewhat cloudy expression, and after making sure that he was not being followed by anyone, he quietly changed his face again and went out of the city, and lurked on a hidden mountain not far from Qingyong City.

"There is always a bad premonition...... recalling the every move of the man in the Confucian robe, Xia Mu frowned slightly and muttered: "That's it, there is also a tall man when the sky falls, let's contact the predecessors of the nightshade first." ”

Shaking his head, Xia Mu flipped with one hand, took out the messenger spirit rune that was given to him by Long Kui in the Zhenlong Immortal Mansion that day from the Qiankun ring, and crushed it without hesitation, and suddenly a golden light rushed out from the crushed spirit rune, and after a coil in the void, it seemed to identify a certain direction and directly drill into the void and disappeared.

After doing all this, Xia Mucai exhaled lightly, randomly found a bare rock on the mountain, and waited cross-legged directly.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, half a month passed in the process of Xia Mu waiting while cultivating, just when Xia Mu thought that the nightshade would miss the appointment, there was a sudden roaring noise above the mountain, and then a dark space vortex opened silently, and a woman in a blue palace dress walked out of it slowly.

When he saw the woman's face clearly, Xia Mu greeted her with joy on his face.