Motao had a strange dream.

Since embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, Yuan Wei has never dreamed. Immortal cultivators have spiritual power to protect their bodies, and their spiritual power runs day and night, and when they are awake, they are asleep and awake, and there is no such thing as a dream at all.

And now Motoo really had a dream.

In his dream, an extremely thin old man with snow-white hair covering his eyes and a long mouth dragging on the ground stood in front of him.

"Old man, who are you, and where am I?" Motoo struggled to his feet.

"Who am I? I forget, but I know that I'm in your dreams now. The old man replied coldly, slowly.

"How can you forget who you are?" Motoo held back a smile.

"Little one, I've been here too long, a thousand years, five thousand years, it seems like ten thousand years, maybe twenty thousand years? ”

"I see, then, why did the old man appear in my dreams?" Motoo continued to ask.

"I'm just a soul that is about to dissipate between heaven and earth, without a body, and you are a little immortal cultivator who has not reached the realm of soul condensation, you can't see me, I have to appear in your dreams. The old man was a little dismissive.

Being looked down upon for no reason, Yuan Wei was naturally unconvinced, "But a few years ago, I saw a dead spirit, and it was just a soul, but I could see her." Motoo thought quietly.

"The dead breath of the dead spirit is its form, and I, just a thought..."

Motoo was even more puzzled, "Idea, whose mind, what mind?"

The old man didn't explain anymore, he waved his sleeves, and a light blue phantom appeared in front of Yuanwei. In the virtual shadow, a green plateau is full of life, mortals live and work in peace and contentment, and there are even some immortal cultivators who live in seclusion in the dense forest valley, cultivating with peace of mind. I don't know when, a middle-aged man dressed in white appeared in the sky above the plateau, and that person's expression was somewhat similar to Yuanwei. The middle-aged man's face was full of anger, and his six fingers spread out like a hideous iron claw, and he grabbed towards the plateau void.

In an instant, six deep gullies appeared on the surface of the plateau, one of which was filled with the breath of red pain, one with the stiffness of earthy yellow, one with the heat of orange, one with the cold of blue, one with the weakness of white, and the last with the black of death. Outside the valley, all kinds of spiritual energy merge together, forming an irregular manic storm, endlessly destroying everything on the plateau.

These are the six kinds of injuries that middle-aged people gave to the plateau, and the plateau has since become a wild land, and the creatures on the plateau have been killed and injured countless times, especially those immortal cultivators, almost none of them survived.

I don't know how many years later, the plateau began to be famous for the six valleys, so it had the name "Six Valleys Plateau". And the people who survived the disaster began to multiply, gathering at the end of the cold valley where it was most suitable for survival, forming one small village after another.

One after another, Liugu Gao Yuan had some immortal cultivators, and their lowest realm was the Soul Condensing Realm, and Gao Yuanwei couldn't be identified at all, because he had never seen an immortal cultivator in that realm!

The immortal cultivators wandered over the six valleys and found that the harmful qi in the six valleys had been precipitated into extremely precious aura! One after another, some people succeeded, and more immortal cultivators flocked to him. There were also many immortal cultivators who came to the Cold Valley, but they couldn't bear the damage of the cold qi to their souls, and finally had to leave in a huff.

Why can the cold qi in the cold valley hurt a person's soul so domineeringly? It turned out that the middle-aged man's natal water was cold, and that cold qi was full of his infinite hatred. And that hatred continued to brew and sublimate, and finally gave birth to a soul, that is, the old man with a long white beard in front of Motoo.

"Old man, who is that middle-aged man in white, and what realm is he an immortal cultivator?" asked Motoo.

"He, I forgot..."

"So, you are his hate, who does he hate?" Motoo asked again.

"I also forgot..."

"How can this be? What is the meaning of your existence?" Motoo asked with some annoyance, unable to determine the truth of the old man's words.

"Yes, I have a wisp of hatred, but I don't know who to hate, so I want to dissipate it. Originally, I wanted to sprinkle the aura of this valley along with the hatred that had been brewing for 10,000 years to the Six Valleys Plateau, but who knew that I would meet you, could it be that everyone's fate is predestined?" the old man looked up to the sky and asked himself.

"Hmm, sprinkle it on the Rokuya Plateau, how do you sprinkle it?" Motoo shuddered suddenly.

"Hehe, the ice melts into gas, the air disperses into wind and explosions, and the entire Six Valleys Plateau will become a complete wasteland, and those mortal insects and ants at the end of the cold valley will completely cease to exist... Hahaha, maybe that's what I hate! Maybe that's why I'm here... Hahaha..."The old man laughed loudly, his ground-reaching white hair flying without wind, full of unparalleled domineering.

Motoo was in a hurry, "Old man, old man, don't worry... Didn't you meet me? What do you have to tell me what to do...

Yuan Wei hurriedly comforted him, knowing that the spiritual energy in that valley was leaking, let alone himself, even the Soul Condensing Realm immortal cultivators could not survive here.

"Hehe, don't be afraid. I've changed my mind, I'm going to leave you the aura of this valley, and I'll leave it to you completely!"

The sudden good thing made Motoo excited for a moment, and suddenly he asked vigilantly, "Did you give it to me for nothing?"

"Yes, for you. The old man had a new face, and his eyes were full of kindness.

"Then, old man, why do you fall in love with me?"

"I was originally someone's hatred, and in you, I felt that person's breath, so I want to give that hatred back to you..."

Yuanwei shook his hands wildly, "Don't, I don't want it, I don't want aura, hatred or anything, grandpa, you recognize the wrong person." You see, the man is middle-aged, and I'm young, so we're very different. ”

"It's just a difference in age... And I only put hatred into your soul, not my soul to possess your body, so why should you be nervous!" The old man smiled and couldn't be questioned, "By the way, I've actually wanted to train a body of my own all these years to get out of my current invisible state, but even though I've been refining for ten thousand years, what I get out is just a scale... Simply, I'll give you these scales together!"

The old man waved his long sleeves, and a huge scale became the size of a palm and floated in front of Yuanwei.

Yuan Wei took it with both hands, and the chill on the scales was already very faint, and it became a comfortable coolness.

"Although these scales are good, I still can't accept them. Hatred melts into the soul, and I will hate someone for no reason. It's not fair to me to him!" Motoo tried to convince the old man. If you are unlucky and hate a person with a high realm, it is not a self-inflicted death!

The old man smiled slyly, and suddenly turned into a fresh breeze and pounced on Yuanwei's body.

"Don't don't, don't..."Yuan Wei stepped back, but found that the old man had long since disappeared, and his voice came from his body: "The little doll is good, it can make the soul condense in the Spirit Gathering Realm, and the bones have been exercised to this extent... No, what's on your leg bone?... Hahaha..."

"Grandpa, what do you see? What are you hahaha?" asked Motoo, thrashing his body, as if this futile act could drive the old man out of his soul.

The old man's voice dissipated.

Yuan Wei was helpless, he could only calm down to check whether there was anything abnormal in his body and soul. His body is surprisingly good, He Qing's spiritual power has been completely transformed into his own spiritual power running smoothly in the spiritual veins, and there are already some signs of overflow, and he should soon be able to break through to the realm of the four heavens of the Gathering Spirits.

The white-haired old man fused nameless hatred into Motoo's soul, but he couldn't figure out who he hated or why for a while. Perhaps, it will only be true when you meet someone or something that you should hate.

Motowei sighed, his eyelids became heavy unconsciously, and after several struggles, he finally slowly fell asleep...

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