Dao Mu took advantage of the loneliness, and his spiritual sense was dense in all corners of the house, and with the blessing of vines, there were no dead ends. This immersion was for most of the day, and when I came back to my senses, the oil had run out, my face was pale, and I was covered with sweat.

"What is that mysterious enchantment?" Dao Mu gasped and gnawed on the spirit fruit. Some of them are out of breath, and they tremble like their bodies when they speak.

"Go to your parents' graves. The voice of the Heart-Destroying Shepherd Sword suddenly came, as if there was nothing. It seems to be noisy on the street, and suddenly there are auditory hallucinations, and the sound is like a mosquito call.

When Dao Mu heard this, he immediately got up and spit out the kernel with a "poof". Immediately, I remembered that it was a native herd, and it slammed into the ground, and it was able to catch the pit.

"As the book says, spiritual consciousness really can't be over-consumed......," Dao Mu muttered to himself, got up, patted his sleeve, and strode out of the courtyard.

It seems that he has sensed that there is new life in this land, and the sand and dust are more violent than when Dao Mu first came.

The sand and dust hit the face, just like the sparks of the explosion of burning wood, splashing on the face, hot. If the sand dust is blown into the eyes, it is no better than dripping chili water.

The yellow sand was everywhere, like cow dung and carrion. It's not simple, it's in the air.

It's no wonder that the wood spirits call it a bullpen where dung and corpses are mixed.

Relying on his own ability, Dao Mu surrounded himself against the wind, walked against the wind, and walked leisurely. The consumption of pastoral power is negligible, but it can do what other immortal cultivators can't do, and it is easy to prevent sand and burps.

The sand dunes, which had been cut in half by Dao Mu before, were restored to their original appearance. There were still more than ten steps to the sand dunes, and Dao Mu stopped.

"Smack!" clapped his hands together, and the sand dunes shook violently, and the sand was like a mudslide. I only saw the Emperor's calamity clinging between his fingers, flowing like water. The hands were reversed, the hands were back to the backs of the hands, and the sand dunes were split in two by a sword.

The Great Golden Immortal Crow has the power of Bolong, how can it be hindered by just a few sand dunes.

After a few breaths, the two sides of the dune were separated by more than a zhang, and the bottom was black soil and gravel, and more than half of the dead roots of the big trees were exposed. The root system is well developed, and although half of it has been violently destroyed by man, it looks from a distance and is still very intact.

As soon as Dao Mu stepped into the black earth, he noticed that the roots were wrapped around a gray and white thing like a stone. At this point, only the corner that is exposed is only the size of a palm.

Dao Mu squatted down and brushed away the black soil on it, seeing that it was covered with complicated runes, like a heavy treasure, he carefully dug up the other black soil.

A quarter of an hour later, he revealed his true face, looking like a watermelon. The years have only shed away, and its original color has exhausted its life, and now only the gray of death remains.

The dense runes are all composed of characters and veins that Dao Mu can't understand. The wind and rain have eroded, and the years have eroded, but the runes of this watermelon are still clear.

"Stone talisman, the most ancient carrier of Taoism. "The Heart-Destroying Pastoral Sword is embarrassing. After the stone runes, it was the era of bone runes and wood runes, and now it is the paper runes.

Dao Mu seemed a little sad when he heard the tone of the Heart-Destroying Mu Sword, and wondered, "Older than you?"

"Older than me. "The Heart-Destroying Sword is leisurely.

Then, the Heart-Destroying Sword asked Daomu to put the freshly spit out kernel next to the stone along with the Heart-Destroying Sword, and then buried it in black soil.

Dao Mu didn't ask much, according to the instructions of the Heart-Destroying Sword, he put the Heart-Destroying Sword on the stone rune, and the core of the fruit was placed in a hole in the stone rune, and he picked up the black soil and buried them.

After Daomu withdrew from the crack in the dunes, he "snapped", clapped his hands, and the sand dunes closed. Bigger sandstorms, "whirring" hit, the sand dunes are much higher, and the range is constantly expanding, as if they are about to become a mountain rhythm.

When Dao Mu returned to the courtyard, he immediately found that the magic circle he had worked so hard to arrange was all gone.

Pushing the door into the courtyard, there is an indescribable feeling. That's to have a backer, which makes people feel down-to-earth and smell home.

Dao Mu couldn't help but turn his head to look at the ever-expanding sand dunes, as if he wanted to completely merge into this dead desert, regardless of each other.

It is inevitable to wonder why Mu Jian didn't tell himself earlier, so much time was wasted in vain. Immediately, I thought that I might lose my heart and Mu Jian, so I recovered some of my anger, and I didn't have time to warn myself.

"Huh?!" Dao Mu inadvertently caught a half feather of the mysterious thing in his mind, and suddenly felt that his heart was calm and his mind woke up, "The stone talisman is death, the original herd is life, and the heart-destroying sword is the spirit, which is the connection between life and death." At this point, the inspiration came to an abrupt halt.

Dao Mu couldn't help but open his arms, close his eyes, and concentrate on feeling this wonderful enchantment.

"Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock......" Dao Mu was extremely clear, and felt his heartbeat. No, it's not a heartbeat, it's a knock on the door.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the spiritual light filled Dao Mu's eyes, burning Dao Mu's eyes and tears. At the moment when he knocked on the door and his eyes were filled with spiritual light, his cultivation broke through to the mid-level realm, and everything seemed to come naturally.

"The calamity and resentment are all over the sky, like a roaring wave, how can it be easily eliminated because the immortal cultivators are strong enough to suppress it. Back then, my father was helpless, also because this disaster was too resentful. Even after death, resentment has infected this pasture into a dead land. ”

Dao Mu couldn't help it, and when he opened his eyes, the starry eyes that were originally blood-red and desperate were filled with white silver light. Looking around at the environment of Zhou Tian, how could he sigh secretly, "Degree, to others, disasters and to oneself, is it not the best choice." I have a heart to kill, advocating killing to stop killing, but ......"

His eyes were finally fixed on the sand dune, and he was only afraid of the Heart-Destroying Mu Sword, not that he didn't understand the Du Mu Sutra, he knew it better than anyone else, but he didn't want to say it.

I've been looking forward to when to break through the cultivation. When it came to the real breakthrough, I was not as excited as I imagined.

The steely heavy emotions poured into the heart cavities, and even breathing became difficult, as if the organs were filled with cement, constantly petrified, and Daomu's body froze in place.

Outside the house, the sandstorm "lalala" frantically patted in, under the guise of "black shop", swaying with the wind "hunting".

When the sandstorm rushes to the house, the wind and sand stop, and it is as smooth as a trickle of water. There was a lot of noise outside, and the courtyard of the house seemed to be covered in a thick quilt, as small as a mosquito.

Dao Mu was stunned and stood in place for an hour.

Suddenly, Dao Mu looked up sharply, looked at the sand dunes again, and found that the sand dunes had been submerged in the vast sea of sand. Then he strode into the lobby, took out the futon, and sat down cross-legged. The eyes looked at it, and the heart moved, and a wind closed the door.

The lobby was plunged into darkness, and Daomu melted into the dark corner. A finger that shimmered with this strange yellow light floated up and down in the darkness, lingering in the evil purple and red mist.

There is no time to cultivate immortals, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

"Squeak" The long-lost door opens.

Dao Mu's body was covered with pale black yin qi, and with a foot, one foot stepped out of the threshold, and black qi waves swayed on the soles of his feet. Step by step, step by step, a point of black qi was dispersed, until the flower garden, and all the yin qi on his body collapsed.

At this moment, Dao Mu's face turned pale and looked out of the house. The eyes of the long sand dunes are like black crows on the old trees of mass graves, and they are cold. "Hungry ......" opened his mouth slightly, as if his throat was blocked, his voice was hoarse, and the crow crowed coldly.

After a month, not only did the vine not die, but its branches and foliage became thicker. Before a dozen breaths, the grill was set up, the fire was blazing, and the smell of barbecue soon filled the house.

Until midnight, Dao Mu was barbecuing, muttering in his mouth, and muttering the language of the extraordinary world. Sometimes his face is pale, and his eyes are on fire. Sometimes his face is yellow and his eyes are dull. Sometimes his face is red and his eyes are burning. Sometimes the face is golden, and the throne is solemn.

With a slight movement of his ears, Dao Mu suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind outside the courtyard of the house, and with a faint moan. Slowly stood up, chewing barbecue with his mouth still on the barbecue, holding a half-meter-long skewer in his right hand and a sake jug in his left hand.

Dao Mu had just turned around, and through the misty night, he saw a yellow shadow falling into the courtyard with the wind and sand, less than ten feet. Out of the courtyard gate, "swish" stepped on the sand and walked forward, and he didn't look closely, and directly carried the courtyard of the house to talk again.

"Osmanthus incense?" Dao Mu smelled a discordant smell. Command the vines, beside the grill, woven into a bed.

When the woman was placed on the rattan bed, he saw her delicate and delicate face, with bruised tendons, black hair and purple hair, and a rough breath of "whirring", with a deep calamity.

The calamity has penetrated into the bone marrow, and ordinary methods are ineffective. Dao Mu had to cut his fingers and pinch the woman's mouth open.

The blood seemed to drip in the mouth, like oil dripping on the bottom of a hot pot. Brown smoke rises, and the smell is the same as the stench outside, only stronger.

Six drops of blood dripped and the wound on Daomu's finger healed itself. At this moment, the green tendons on the woman's body have decreased, the color has become lighter, and the breathing has become gentle, and Dao Mu has no intention of cutting it again.

The heart moves, the dantian booms, the rolling pastoral power, gathers the surging hands, and the Taoist pasture is like a round of sun, as big as a pumpkin. Gently open your lips, chant mantras, and listen carefully not like mortal chanting, but more like the fairy Buddha preaching and giving grace, in fact, it is the Mu Sutra.

The bright sun was slowly pressed into the woman's chest by Daomu, and the woman was like a lantern, her entire body was illuminated, and her muscles and bones were clearly visible.

The six drops of Dao Mu's blood have already filled the woman's limbs and bones, and the bright sun ignites the spirituality of the blood, transpiring the muscles and bones, vaporizing the calamity in the muscles and bones, and with the wide open pores gushing out, the foul smell permeates the entire house.

It was blue and yellow skin, but it was hot and red, and sweat fell like rain. The sun has sunk more than halfway, and the green tendons have faded more than half.

Ahhh The dirty blood dripped on the vine bed, and the vines instantly withered into powder, and the other vines mended themselves without the command of Dao Mu.

Dao Mu's face became paler, and his eyes were as bright as a bonfire. Dripping sweat on his forehead is the size of a soybean. His lips trembled, and the sound of chanting mantras was already trembling like his hands.

The sun is like the twilight of the western sky, and there are still sharp corners left, as if it has reached the bottom and can not enter again. Dao Mu was on the verge of running out of oil and running out, and he didn't have much strength to press.

"Hiss, hiss......" Dao Mu pulled down his eyelids to hide the light in his brilliant eyes, and breathed vigorously in his nostrils. Even now, the Pastoral Scripture has never stopped.

After dozens of breaths, Dao Mu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were scorching with the sun, draining the remaining essence, pouring his hands into his hands, and suddenly pressed the last touch of the sun into the woman's chest.

Suddenly, when I encountered the soft majesty of the woman, Du Mu Jing came to an abrupt end. The woman stopped spasmodic and convulsed, Dao Mu forgot how to breathe, staggered and regretted a dozen steps, fell to the ground, and was unable to get up.

"Poof......" A powerful and long fart sound rang out, breaking the eerie dead silence. The woman's body twitched violently, and her mouth spat out feces-like filth in a big gulp.

After a few breaths, the muscles of the body disappeared, the complexion returned to normal, and the consciousness came to consciousness.