Zhao Lingyun didn't understand Mo Xie's meaning very well, but the approach he adopted was exactly what Mo Xie wanted.

Cultivators, or cultivators, are indeed no longer in line with the mainstream concept of this era, squeezing out the power of the whole country to serve tens of thousands of monks, and exchanging the short life of the people of the world for the longevity of a small number of people, the gains outweigh the losses.

It's time for the monks to learn to be self-reliant, and the Far North Ice Sheet is a place to be left behind and independent.

Not to mention how Zhao Lingyun and the others settled down on the ice field, but said that Mo Ye galloped all the way back to the Heaven and Dynasty Realm.

At this time, the sky was shrouded in darkness - there was no insinuation here, the darkness simply came from the night.

The chaotic geomagnetic field was even more irritable than when Mo Ye left, and the wisps of silk threads composed of tiny iron particles stretched densely from the ground all the way to the sky, they were embodied magnetic fields, and they were also the dying hands of the wailing and rotting earth reaching out to the sky.

The land was dying, but there were still people who thought she wasn't dying fast enough.

"Boom!"

A cloud of fire bloomed in the dark night sky, half of the sky lit up, and the four generals didn't make a move, and when they made a move, it was really a heavy punch.

Also, the land that has lost its dragon vein is already devastated, and even planting a circle of mushrooms will not make it any more unsuitable for human habitation.

"Sa!"

The place where the explosion was exploded was extremely far away from Mo Ye, but the wind of the distance stirred the corners of Mo Ye's clothes almost at the same time that the sound of the explosion came.

The power of this nuclear explosion was stronger than anything Mo Xie had seen before, and Mo Xie could guarantee that if he had been hit by this type of warhead when he was surrounded and intercepted, he would have hung up a long time ago, and so many things would have happened in the future.

"Damn, these crazy people! Not to mention the Heavenly Dynasty according to this way of fighting, in less than an hour, the entire planet will be destroyed!" It seems to have returned to the moment when the core, bundle, and binding before being twisted by the Lone Lantern Dao Man, but this time Mo Xie can prevent the end from coming?

There is no starlight on this night, and there will be no more starlight on this land for at least a hundred years after this night, the thick layer of dust has blocked the sky, and the light from the outside world cannot be transmitted in, and the light from inside will not spill out again.

I don't see the light of day, just like when I was in front of the third branch field, I saw the scene when I looked up from the long stone steps of the world.

The difficulties that can only be obscured by clumsy tricks have reappeared in front of us today.

It's just that this time there is no more back full of fighting spirit and wind and rain in front of him.

It's just that this time there are no more enthusiastic comrades-in-arms to protect them.

Only this time, there is no magic weapon in his hand.

However......

"So what?"

After all, the magic weapon is only a "tool", and what people cultivate has always been only a "Tao", not a "weapon". If you stick to "tools", then don't cultivate "Tao" at all. As for the seniors who stand in front of him and the comrades-in-arms who protect him on the left and right, they are only external forces, which can be borrowed for a while, but not for a lifetime. In the end, in the end, only one who can honor is himself.

Mo Xie didn't linger in the air for long, he slowly landed on the ground, and Bai Yan rose unsteadily above him.

After slashing the Dao, the sword qi in his body was still pale in color, and it was still 108,000 miles away from the pitch black of 'Sword Twenty-Three'.

Dugu Sword Saint's "Sword Twenty-Three" seemed to be repelling him, and the kind of hellish sword that destroyed the world didn't seem to be suitable for him at all.

From the very beginning, there was only one kind of sword and one way that suited him.

"Whoa!"

Under the wrapping of the rising and surging white flames, the earth, wood, sand and stones around Mo Ye trembled irregularly, fleeing away from Mo Ye, and then the earth and mountains began to shake and tremble, as if the sound of a cow's howl mixed out from the tremor of all things.

"Moo!"

The magnetic wires that stretched out into the sky also resonated, and they gradually fell and spread like petals in the center of Mo Ye as they stretched straight towards the sky without any aesthetic sense. The sound of a cow's howl continues to expand and spread along the petals......

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In the chaos, there is no day, and in the darkness, there are not many corpses that once slumbered that belonged to the 'Dao', and only two figures, one large and one small, stand opposite each other.

The big fat head and big ears, the law is solemn, like the Buddha statue in the temple, but it is a little different and inappropriate, which makes people look at it intimidatingly.

The small one stood with his hands in his hands, and his body was filled with black gas, like a demon who had been born into the world, but he did not have the publicity and inevitability that a demon should have.

"Hiccup~"

The tiny figure was the first to break the silence, burping with a full hiccups.

"You can't chew too much, donor. The tall and majestic Buddha commented, "The three thousand outer paths are already in conflict with each other in your body, donor, don't be obsessed with it anymore, let it go." ”

The corpse of the 'Dao' that was beheaded by the power was inexplicably regained its life, what happened here?

"You guys, you guys really can't get rid of the problem of being a good teacher. The small figure spoke, and wisps of black flames emerged from his mouth between the opening and closing of his lips and teeth, floating in the air, like characters that no one could understand, beating and constantly annihilating.

"Amitabha!" The big Buddha stopped talking, only coldly watched the black flame rise on the lips of the small figure, trembling endlessly.

Spitting black inflammation in the mouth was just the beginning, and the small figure began to have a lump on its body, and after a while, the small figure swelled into a mass of sarcoma.

It's like a sarcoma that can explode at any moment.

He had swelled to the limit, but even at this time he still didn't cry out in pain, and even then he still kept his teeth closed, trying his best not to let more black flames come out.

"Idiot, idiot!" sighed to the Buddha, who had witnessed the same scene countless times as he is now, where all kinds of people for various reasons turned into sarcomas, turned into balls of flesh, and turned into a rain of blood.

This time shouldn't be any different from the umpteenth times before.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to look any further.

The Three Thousand Outer Dao and this piece of heaven and earth were originally the tools that imprisoned him, and when both existed, he was like a clay sculpture, and he could only gain a little freedom after one of the two.

And each time he was free, it didn't last long.

To close your eyes is to avoid losing your sight during the long years when you are out of your body.

He is just a big Buddha who has been locked up and cultivated by supernatural powers, except that he has a long life and will not be trapped by hunger, which is basically no different from ordinary people.

With his eyes closed, he was waiting for an explosion, but not as much as he wanted, all he was waiting for was a cow howl.

"Moo~!"

Melodious than bronze bells, this strange, world-only sound emanated from the sarcoma.

"This is!" the Buddha opened his eyes suddenly, his face full of disbelief.