In fact, the Taoist pastor has recited the Pastoral Sutra many times, but the effect is very small. The spirit of the wood and the shadow mouse do not listen to it once, but in the blink of an eye, they forget the content of the scriptures.

Spring dreams can also leave traces, but it is a spring breeze.

"I don't know if it will be swallowed up by molten slurry. Dao Mu looked around, and the stone slab under him was only the size of a bed. Fortunately, the height of the slate is still good, and the molten slurry cannot be photographed. "The sun was burned to ashes by molten slurry, and legend has it that when it goes out, it can laugh at the dead......"

"Squeak, red-eyed boy, you're not the sun, and don't exalt yourself. The Shadow Mouse bared his teeth and taunted, pulling his tail to show his disdain for Dao Mu and let Dao Mu restrain himself.

"But the spirit of the wood calls me to be the sun. Dao Mu didn't know what he meant, he shook his head a few times, and his stiff neck chirped, "Fat rat, who do you think I should believe?"

"You ......" Shepherd Shadow Rat has fought with the immortal crow for most of his life, and his feelings are complex and can be imagined, "The choice of the sun...... When you can truly be like a sun, rising into the sky. You will find that you are only the choice of the sun, and you are still far, far away from becoming the real sun. Even if it was her, she didn't dare to call it the sun......"

Yunmu seemed to feel something, and the branches and leaves shook a few times, and fell silent again.

"The choice of the sun ......" Emperor Wen's tone was much weaker, dull and with endless despair. It seems to be thoughtful, enlightened, and felt.

"The choice of the sun?" For some reason, Dao Mu laughed out loud, as if he was self-deprecating and helpless. Hey, Dao Mu suddenly relaxed and lay down on the stone slab, and the Shadow Mouse squeaked in fright from him, and shifted his position to lie on Dao Mu's forehead.

Yunmu put it on his chest, took out a candy made by the Weaver Girl, carefully peeled off the sugar coating, licked the sugar coating, and then put the candy in his mouth.

"I chanted for too long, and I was very tired. "Pillow with both hands, feet on Erlang's legs, eyes still closed, "Xiaodao's life has been too hard, now I just want to sleep with sugar, Meimei sleep......" Breathing and heartbeat tend to be stable and long, and people with sugar have fallen asleep.

"Squeak!" "The shadow rat looked like he hated iron but not steel, raised his claws to scratch it, and wanted to scold. I also found that I was also deeply sleepy, so I lay lazily on the forehead of Dao Mu and slept together.

Ground.

God, it's still burning. The ground is also burning.

Before he set foot in the purgatory of the Gluttonous Country, he saw the time and space that had been burned and distorted. Calling it a steamer has been called a light, blazing state, and it is simply roasting people on the fire.

There are also small disasters and misfortunes in the country of gluttony, but they do not take the initiative to harass the survivors. When the immortal cultivators came, most of them were not in a bad state, and they could cooperate with the immortal cultivators to evacuate.

The air was filled with a fragrance that defied common sense. Some people say that it is the aroma of flowers and plants in their hometown, some say that it is the aroma of wine, and some people say that it is the taste of home......

Everyone has their own taste, ever-changing, and the more you talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes.

At first, the pastors thought that a cataclysm lurked in the purgatory of the Gluttonous Nation. As a result, the immortal cultivators were frantically searching for this cataclysm that might be secretly observed.

However, the ubiquitous scent leaves them without a clear direction. After a carpet search, the cataclysm was not found, but many survivors were found. Although he is concerned about the catastrophe, he can't forget to save people and establish morality.

The great changes in the realm of the Gluttonous Food Country have attracted more and more immortal cultivators. How miraculous others say is that they are not as good as being on the scene and facing the psychological impact of purgatory.

Even if there are more and more immortal cultivators, the source of the fragrance will still become a mystery. Until half a year later, the territory of the Gluttonous Country had been completely called the Purgatory of the Gluttonous Country, and all the survivors of the Purgatory had been transferred.

This one, the aroma of mystery, gradually faded. The smell of lava and scorched earth began to kick back, and finally the aroma of the mystery dissipated completely. Rivers of molten slurry, unaware of condensation, have been flowing. The white smoke that rose was the pungent smell of sulfur.

The life of a mortal is a hundred years, not as good as the immortal ginseng.

Dao Mu had a dream in which he dreamed that he was wandering to the realm of gluttony. When he found the survivors, he felt anxious for the survivors, and when the children cried, Domu followed the heartache and stopped for them.

Later, Dao Mu found that as long as he stopped for a while, immortal cultivators would come and take the survivors away. So Dao Mu had a goal, he sometimes shuttled through the ruins and broken walls, sometimes through the caves in the mountains, sometimes wandering in the air, climbing the peaks and circumambulating the mountains.

I don't know how long it took, Daomu couldn't find a survivor anymore, and he began to feel bored.

Then I felt sleepy, and then my eyes went black, and my body twitched. Dao Mu sat up suddenly, his eyes opened, and the blood was shining brightly, until Dao Mu's mood calmed down, and his eyes converged, and finally it was as usual.

I don't know when, Dao Mu held Yunmu in his left hand and a decisive knife in his right hand, and the shadow mouse was nowhere to be found.

Hiss, Dao Mu wanted to stand up, only then did he find that his whole body was stiff and his limbs were numb and weak. "I, I, I...... Sleep, sleep...... How long ...... "I can't speak."

Could it be a shadow rat, or a glutton?!

The divine sense poked out, and the wonderful eyes scanned, but there was no trace of the herding mouse. The spirit god looked inward, and there was no trace of the emperor's soul.

Bang, Dao Mu trembled and stood up according to the knife. It felt weird, I felt empowered, and I wanted to find a place to vent. However, the body is uncontrollable, crispy and numb, and I can't exert my strength.

It's like a person who hasn't exercised for a long time, and suddenly exercises vigorously, all the muscles in his body are sore and cramping, and there is also a ghost press.

Dao Mu and Yun Mu psychic, but Mu Ling said that she didn't know the details, if it wasn't for Dao Mu psychic to wake her up, she would still be asleep. After cutting off the psychic with Yunmu, Dao Mu tried to communicate with the Heart-Destroying Pastoral Sword.

The Heart-Destroying Mu Sword was lying dead in Dao Mu's hands, just like the first time they met, just an ordinary old thing. Dao Mu's spiritual message sank into the sea, and Dao Mu's spiritual bridge could not be bridged on the other side.

Dao Mu wanted to leave the ground, only to realize that his dantian herding power had been lost. Obviously, the spirit is ten thousand times and the strength is sufficient, but the dantian does not have a trace of pastoral power, and it can be regarded as a strange body.

This time, Dao Mu absorbed all the pastoral power of Yunmu, which made the dantian pastoral power full again.

"Heh......" Dao Mu laughed helplessly, after working so hard, his cultivation has not grown at all.

At this pace, it will take a lot of young people to reach the heavenly realm, and how long will it take to ascend to Vega.

"Engraved Monument......" When Dao Mu wanted to leave, this was the time when the inscription of the monument sounded. "Right now, it's all lava, where can I find a good material inscription?" The inscription has been thought of, and only a stele is missing.

For a while, Dao Mu was worried. The knife changed hands, holding the knife in his left hand, and Dao Mu held the knife and subconsciously clicked the stone slab under his feet. Hey, Dao Mu's eyes were rippling, and he had a plan.

Qiang, the knife is unsheathed, the left hand holds the sheath behind the back, and the right hand holds the knife and waves it like a pen. "I am the choice of the sun" and "Mujian Mountain Road Mu Seal Carving" This is not an affirmative sentence, this is a question.

Daomu rose into the air, letting the stone slab under his feet drift with the waves. His future is like this slate, and he doesn't know where he will go in the next moment. I just hope that somewhere in the future, I can give him an answer.