Daomu exhales the wind, A Meng turns into the wind, a man and a beast, disappearing with the wind. Dao Mu A Meng, just left, the green fire is like a tsunami in the sky, and it is like a hurricane.

No screams, no collapses, no cracks. The green flames roared by, and everywhere they went, the lives were devastated, turned into gray smoke, and scattered all over the ground.

"Sword Gu boy, refuse me, that's it. ”

"Red-eyed boy, also reject me. ”

"Angry!"

The Heart-Destroying Pastoral Sword turned into a ray of light, and the tip of the sword rippled. The next moment, it disappeared into the void and disappeared without a trace.

Da Da Da, a group of silver-armored people rode dragon horses and stepped on the ashes. The first person in front, wearing gold armor, and the one-horned dragon horse under the seat, all show its extraordinary.

There was a clicking sound, and the helmet spread out into the shoulder armor and back armor, which was the ticket office of Suogang, and Mo Guihai.

"This settlement is located in a remote area, with a permanent population of more than 4,000. The leader of the settlement is two thousand-year-old spirits, an old toad monster and a human bear spirit. A silver-armored man bent down and picked up a handful of black ash.

The five fingers rubbed each other, the black ash drifted away with the wind, and the smell of burnt and rancid smell was tangential, causing others to complain. "In such a tragic situation, I am afraid that Dao Mu has turned to ashes. ”

"It's all dead, saving us a headache of how to keep our promises. ”

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone, I'm afraid it has worked. ”

"If Dao Mu died so easily, the Mo family would not have such a headache. ”

“......”

Mo Guihai jumped off the one-horned dragon horse, and the roots of the boots were submerged into black ash, only afraid that the thickness was more than two centimeters. The right hand pats the neck of the unicorn dragon horse three times, the copper ring of the middle finger flows through the brilliance, and the unicorn dragon horse is stored in the storage space.

"You go back to Tianfu City on your own. Mo Guihai stepped forward, and the golden armor disintegrated, clicking, revealing the full picture of the deity. "If you wait for the realm, it may be difficult to retreat with your whole body. He drifted away, leaving behind a group of stunned men.

Ten Thousand Swords Tomb.

There is no need for others to explain, Dao Mu stared around, sighed, and understood it in his heart.

Swords are everywhere, lying on the ground, sticking in the ground, walking in the ground, tied in the trees, wrapped in rocks, and sleeping in the water. It is not an exaggeration to call this place the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.

It is said that a large number of discarded swords are dumped here every year. There are very few people who are really qualified to bury their swords here.

Dao Mu raised his head suddenly, his face was solemn, only to see a streamer flying in, only to take Dao Mu's heart. Dao Mu's eyes were quick and he grabbed the streamer. At first glance, isn't it the Heart-Destroying Sword?

"The Ten Thousand Swords Tomb is vast and poor, but you only have three days left. ”

"If you want to find the Mujian Mountain Gate in just three days, you will be given two choices. First, kill people and devour souls, and replenish my soul. Second, give up the orthodoxy of Mujian Mountain, pierce my heart with me, and accept my lineage to inherit ......"

The Heart-Destroying Sword didn't seem to finish speaking, but the voice stopped abruptly, turning into an ordinary small wooden sword again. It is useless to let the Taoist pastor call like this and inject a lot of pastoral power. provoked the Taoist pastor, and almost abandoned it again.

The words of the Heart-Destroying Mu Sword reminded Dao Mu of this stubble. Looking up at the starry curtain and pinching his fingers, except for tonight, there are indeed only three days left. Dao Mu's face was indifferent, and he finally showed regret, no wonder he was too loose and wandering before.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the silver light is bright, through the clouds, pouring down the earth. The night breeze whistled and patted his face, with the silence and coldness of the Guanghan Palace, Dao Mu couldn't help but shiver.

"Obviously only bury swords, and the ground is as evil as the graveyard of the dead. Daomu looked at an old weeping willow by the lake, which was full of swords.

The trunk of the tree and the sword have long since merged, and the sword has rusted and trembled in the wind. As long as the wind is stronger, a few more swords will be broken, and the fate will be the same as that of other swords under the tree.

Dust to dust, dust to dust. Where did you come from, and where did you go back.

There are many scars on the trunk, all of which are caused by swords. I'm afraid that half of the sword will be ruined, and it will still torture this old thing. Just imagine, one hundred and eighty arrows in his body, cutting off the shaft of the arrow, the arrow is still in his body, but it is not dead, Dao Mu feels pain when he looks at it.

Looking around at the surrounding trees, there are countless old weeping willows with swords. Other big trees, either none, or more than a dozen to the top.

"Perhaps, this is the human ......"

Daomu Ameng came to the old weeping willows, rusty. In the middle of the night, if there is light, I see a red stream, and if a red snake pours into the lake.

It's not just the sword that's crying, but the old weeping willow is crying too. The trunk of the old weeping willow tree can be held by at least eight or nine people, and it is as high as more than ten zhang. The surrounding trees are the oldest and the lowest in height.

"In this scene, there are only a lot more than the Ten Thousand Sword Tombs. ”

Dao Mu got up on Ah Meng's back and stroked the scar in front of him, as if he was born in his own body, and he felt a faint pain. The mind moves with the heart, the pastoral power operates subconsciously, the spiritual sense is distracted, and the pastoral mind is spiritual.

The purple and red pastoral force repels the old weeping willows, and the thumb-sized willow branches are shining with stars, and the sunset is drooping.

"Buzz ......"

The old weeping willow roared with Dao Mu's breathing, and the sword burst into powder and drifted away with the wind.

The wound is green with purple red, and the sap flows back into the cage, and healing is visible to the naked eye. Weathered into blades, torn scars, and the remains of swords melted into liquid streams, or maroon, or gold and silver.

One person, a young beast, and an old weeping willow, under the bright silver light of the stars and moon, the shadows slowly merged into one.

Early morning.

Everything is different.

The mist spread from the lake, and joy poured into the forest. The sun is soft and warm, pouring into the mountains and forests, and the lush leaves have deep and shallow, different shades of green.

There are grass, bushes, flowers and plants among the trees. They are all bathed in the sun and have smiling faces. On the petals, the tips of the leaves, and the dew drops shimmer with colorful brilliance under the care of the rising sun.

The birds sang in the branches and danced in the woods. It's like singing, and it's like celebrating. As a result, the quiet and cold mountains and forests have full vitality.

A vigorous old weeping willow, full of business, as if the changes in the forest are all because of her. Under the tree, a young beast stood and slept with its eyes closed, and a handsome young man supported the tree with both hands, and his palms were purple and red.

"Huh" Dao Mu opened his eyes suddenly, withdrew his hands, and exhaled a breath ......of turbidity.

Looking down at the tender white hands, he was stunned. Overnight, the pastoral power was not exhausted because of the Taoist pastor's lack of moderation. Purple and red pastoral power is constantly circulating between the old weeping willow and the Taoist herd.

Eventually, the old weeping willow was able to heal itself and regain its vitality. The pastoral power in Dao Mu's body was not only not exhausted, but increased.

"The increase in pastoral power, if it is really not ......as big as refining the calamity qi," Dao Mu felt that he spent one night, and the pastoral power increased by less than one percent, so it is no wonder that the mainstream is now refining the calamity qi.

"I hope that in the future, you will become enlightened. Raising his right hand and patting the trunk of the old weeping willow, although he had spent a night, Dao Mu had regret on his face, and felt comfortable.

Wow, the willow branches dance, and the branches and leaves sing praise. Overnight, the old weeping willow was more than ten feet tall.

"Your Excellency, don't you realize that destroying a thousand-year-old votive tree is too cruel to those who love swords?" The voice came from behind, plain and playful, and the tone seemed to dislike Daomu's actions.

Dao Mu followed the prestige and saw a young man walking slowly, dressed in a tattered sword robe. Seeing that he was wearing a cloak, his eyes were deep, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, from his face to his neck to the scar, which attracted people's attention.

"Then what do you think?" Dao Mu sat down and patted Ah Meng a few times to wake Ah Meng up. "Your Excellency does not realize that you have harmed the trees with such evil deeds. Too cruel to those who love trees?" Another person who can't see through, I'm afraid that the realm has reached the heavenly realm.

"Mo Guihai, Tianfu Sword Master. In an instant, Mo Guihai was already under the old weeping willows, looking at the trunk.

"You're going to kill me?" Dao Mu's eyes narrowed, and he lay in his hand.

"You seem to think that the surname of the world is Mo, and all of them are members of the Mo family?" Mo Guihai squinted at Dao Mu, "This wishing tree has a sword from me, and it seems that it can't be recovered." "Mo Guihai seems to be really familiar with the old weeping willow, and there was a broken sword inserted in the place where he touched it with both hands.

"The students don't bother Mo Jianshi's nostalgia. The Heart-Destroying Sword was put into his sleeve and wanted to call Ah Meng away.

"Can you tell me, what kind of mentality do you have when you destroy this wishing tree?" Mo Guihai finally raised his head and looked at Dao Mu, the scar swimming like a big centipede.

"Ruined?!" Dao Mu was so angry that he wanted to laugh, his bloody eyes burning, "You pathetic people, you have pinned your illusory hopes on a tree, how could you ever have thought that this tree would be overwhelmed?"

"These people, like you, are in despair and confusion, shouldn't you empathize?" Mo Guihai hugged with his left hand, pinched his chin with his right hand, and put his left hand. "You think that if you save this tree, you are not destroying the hope of others, and how is this different from killing people? ”

"Then when I kill someone. "Dao Mu doesn't want to waste time with Mo Guihai," if Mo Sword Master has no hope, he can kill himself and return to the dust with Aijian. When the words fell, Ah Meng carried the herd away.

"Stick to your own bottom line, and you don't like to impose your own outlook on life on others......" Mo Guihai looked at Daomu Ameng and disappeared in the direction, grinning, "This kind of person will either die young, or turn into a dragon." Because of that spicy eye scar, Mo Guihai's smile looked so hideous.

After a while, Mo Guihai retracted his gaze and stroked the old weeping willow, "Spending so much money and inviting a lot of heavenly pastors can't make you rejuvenated." Every year I come here, I see your waist bend more and more year by year, and the twilight is gloomy......"

"Who would have thought that what the Heavenly Pastor could not do, would finally be satisfactorily solved by a high-level shepherd. ”

"And, it's still the ...... of the Taoist pastor"

I don't know how long it took for Mo Guihai to leave.

The eastern sky is orange, and the morning sun is completely revealed. The sun shines on the earth, wrapping everything in the world in an orange veil. The surface of the lake is sparkling, and the willow branches drift in the wind.

The wind brings the fragrance of flowers and plants, the rotten smell of dead branches and leaves, the fishy smell of the land, and the faint smell of blood.

Ten miles away, there is a Shura field, which is the place where Mo Guihai passed before.

The stumps are rotten, the internal organs are scattered, and there are countless scattered all over the place. Bones and blood are full of sword marks, shining in the warm sun. Flies come to smell fresh blood and buzz.

Sometimes he and his companions gather in the river of blood to drink, sometimes they fly away and dance with the stinking entrails, sometimes they crawl into the nostrils of the corpses, and then crawl out of the other nostrils. The presence of flies causes the flesh to decay quickly and emit a foul smell.

Whirring, the wind here seems to be louder than in other places. The surrounding trees, bushes, flowers and plants, swaying, as if cheering, as if beckoning.