The sky is full of lights, and the underground people are surging. Mosquitoes, flies, rats, cockroaches, demons and monsters are all left behind by the ice queen, and no one cares about the combination of man and beast who walks alone all the way.

"A bird standing on a tree is never afraid of a branch breaking, because it does not believe in the branch, but in its wings, full of wings, sharp claws, enough to fight with the sky. Instead of worrying about the unknown future every day, it is better to work hard to practice as a pastoral priest, plump your wings, and arm your claws. ”

"Cultivating the Immortal Dao, only the continuous improvement of animal husbandry can give you the greatest sense of security, which is a sense of security that even close comrades-in-arms and family members cannot give. ”

“......”

In the old booklet, in addition to the pastoral experience, there are also the old man's self-motivational words. The immature tone, the immature inspirational words, mostly in the first half of the booklet, made Dao Mu read it, and he couldn't help but smile with tears and bloody eyes.

"What a pair of desperate eyes. The voice came from the left, amiable, with the magnetic voice of Cangsang.

Dao Mu turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a white-haired old man, with crane hair and a childish face, his eyes were shining, not like a young man, even more so a young man, his eyes were full of life and flashing with hope.

"This kind of look, as if I have seen it somewhere, I am familiar with ......it," Dao Mu thought secretly in his heart, a shadow of Na Qian appeared in his mind, and then he thought of the strange woman he met on the underground lotus platform, their eyes were so similar, Dao Mu couldn't help but subconsciously say, "Calamity chronicle?" The words fell, and he vaguely felt that the old man was overflowing with a little calamity, if there was nothing.

"Yo he!" the old man smiled dumbly, got up and patted the big buffalo under him, and learned from Dao Mu, lying on the big buffalo, crossing Erlang's legs, clasping his hands around his chest, and turning his head to look at Dao Mu, "Calamity chronicle, I have forgotten how long I haven't heard this word." The little brother is a mortal with stinky skin, and he shouldn't know the chronicle of the calamity. ”

"Old man, did you know that an ancient fire giant spirit appeared in the southeast some time ago?" Dao Mu took away the drawing board that blocked his face and showed the whole picture.

"The momentum is so big, naturally I know a thing or two. The old man replied with a smile.

"Xiao Sheng met a strange woman on the lotus platform underground, she was a fire phoenix illusion, wearing a long skirt of fire feathers, her eyes were as bloody as mine, she said that it was a pity that I did not join the Calamity Chronicle, and I said that I was a waste body, only the Calamity Chronicle can reverse the situation. Dao Mu tapped the drawing board with his right hand, his eyes wandered, and he continued to probe, "Don't the herdsmen know about the organization of the Calamity Chronicle?"

"Haha, it's a big joke in the world, who told you that the Calamity Chronicle is a disaster herder organization?" When the old man heard this, he laughed and shook his head, and stretched out his finger to Dao Mu, "You, after you are fortunate enough to encounter fire, I don't know how many blessings you have cultivated in your previous life." Her words were indeed excessive, and she said the most unlikely, and the best way to achieve the result. But think about it, after all, at her level, how can ordinary mortals enter her eyes. ”

"How does the old man know that the woman is the queen of fire, and the queen of fire can be the same as the queen of ice?" Dao Mu became interested, whether it was true or not, but it gave Dao Mu a glimmer of hope. "Since the old man knows about the fire, he must know that he needs another method. ”

Surrounded by a cold ocean, confused and desperate, at this moment Dao Mu seemed to grasp a straw and held on to it.

"Whether the fire is the same as the ice, the old man can't know. The old man smiled, stretched out two fingers to Dao Mu, and bent one finger, "There are actually two ways to change your current situation, one of which is very simple, reincarnation after death, one hundred." ”

said and said, "This method is also simple, you worship the old man as a teacher, and the old man teaches you the art of shepherding disasters, so that you can penetrate the body with calamity, penetrate the body, and turn into a body of ten thousand calamities, which can solve your stubborn disease." ”

"Heh......" Dao Mu sneered and shook his head, his eyes dimmed again, and his previous enthusiasm was gone, and he whispered, "Old man's two strategies are not necessarily more difficult for Xiaosheng than obtaining the Calamity Chronicle, Xiaosheng can't die yet, and there are still many things waiting for Xiaosheng to do......"

"The old man looks at you like a dead face, like he wants to die, but he is afraid that death is a relief for you, how good it is to die, a hundred. ”

The old man's hand was spread out, it was a black jade pipe, he took a deep breath of smoke, and spit out the arrogant dragon and tiger rushing into the sky in the wind and snow, piercing through the two big holes on the top of the sky, and was soon filled again.

"You want to take revenge, learn the art of shepherding disasters, and the effect is better. Not only can it make it easier for you to find your enemies, but you can slowly torture them to death, and it is not pleasant to watch them cry out in pain, life is better than death, and death in despair. ”

If so, how am I different from them? Dao Mu said lightly, looked directly into the old man's eyes, and asked cautiously, "Is the disaster man-made or a natural disaster?"

This question made the old man unable to answer for a while, and Dao Mu turned his head in disappointment, picked up the drawing board to cover his face, and said no more.

"Is the disaster man-made or a natural disaster?" shallow, but profound, and no one can know it......," the old man chuckled, not feeling that he could not answer. Shaking his head and slapping his thighs, humming a little song, his eyes were bright, flashing hope and the future, but he was a herdsman.

The Taoist pastor on the side, lifeless, his eyes were dyed red with hope, he covered his face with a drawing board, he didn't want to look directly at the world and didn't want to think about the future, but he grew up in the great herdsman's family, determined to benefit the common people in the world, the roots are red, and the three views are correct.

Under the influence of Daomu, Ah Meng was depressed a lot, the big buffalo looked at the little beast in front of him curiously, his eyes were kind, and he took the initiative to contact Ah Meng, the topic slowly opened, and Ah Meng's mood slowly improved.

Along the way, the old man followed Dao Mu with an iron heart, but he did not force Dao Mu to worship him as a teacher, and he was full of confidence that he thought he was attractive enough to let Dao Mu worship him as a teacher.

I was not interested, but because of the Taoist Mu's strange encounter with fire, the old man moved his mind to accept apprentices.

The bad news ahead continued, and the famous and decent families and the evil demons collided fiercely again and again, and the cultivators on both sides suffered heavy casualties. The battle was originally a conflict of interest between individuals or teams, but in less than half a month, it has been elevated to the battle between the righteous path and the demonic path, and neither side wants the other party to get the ice queen's relic.

For many years, the righteous path and the demonic path have lived together in a strange balance, and there have been constant skirmishes, but there have been no large-scale wars.

The appearance of the Ice Queen's Molt will upset the balance no matter which side it falls on. When the balance is broken, the winning side will start a war, and times of turmoil will come.

Hey, Dao Mu sat up suddenly, surprised to find that the Ice Calamity was gone, and he clearly remembered that he had walked this road with the Tong brothers and sisters.

The endless sea of snow has become an endless mountain range, and the buried ravines, ridges, forests, and towns have all revealed their original appearance. The calamity beast also disappeared without a trace, as if it had evaporated out of thin air, making Dao Mu have the illusion of déjà vu, but he had never seen it.

"It should be Tianmu's move to restore order to this piece of heaven and earth, and I think that there will be an influx of living beings in the near future. The old man smiled and shook the ashes of his cigarette, as if everything was under his control.

"Isn't the remnant of the Ice Queen also affected?!" Dao Mu suddenly became nervous, and asked Ah Meng to speed up his pace.

Hundreds of miles away, Dao Mu saw a place of silver in front of him, and he felt a little relieved. Without hesitation, he stepped into the snow, and the big buffalo never lagged behind since.

Dao Mu and the old man went all the way unimpeded, and everyone seemed to be like air to the two of them, turning a blind eye. The two of them and the two beasts are in the snow, as if they are in no man's land, shuttling through the crowd, shuttling through the battlefield, shuttling between the righteous path and the demon path camp.

"Uncle, are you an immortal?" Dao Mu felt more than once.

At this moment, they were standing on the laps of the Ice Queen, looking around at the left and right, looking down on the earth and all living beings. In Dao Mu's eyes, the battle below became so ridiculous, as if he was watching a group of ants fighting. "Perhaps, mortal suffering is like this in the eyes of the immortals. Dao Mu couldn't help but purse his lips and laugh at himself.

Boom Boom Boom ......

A few large tornadoes lost their heads and invaded after the ice, just entered the ten-mile realm, immediately froze into icicles, and connected the sky and the earth, a gust of wind hit, boom, the icicles burst into powder, adding a little whiteness to the ten-mile realm.

Whoop......

A thousand-foot fire dragon was entangled in the whip, and the shepherd threw it into the ice and left behind, and without any accident, the fire dragon immediately froze into an ice dragon, fell from the sky, shattered all over the ground, and scattered into powder.

Within a radius of 100 miles, except for the ten miles of the realm left behind by the ice, none of the rest is intact, the righteous path and the demon road dance together, the pastoral road and the herding disaster fly together, and the royal beast and the disaster beast bite and eat each other.

One moment the flowers are red and willow green, the next moment the wind and sand and snow are fire, the whip crackles constantly, the stick is endless, the pastoral flute is pleasant and refreshing, the pastoral song is far away and boiling blood, and under the beautiful and colorful picture, the truth is so bloody.

"Ah Meng, this is a person. The picture reflected in Daomu's desperate bloody eyes was full of bloody despair, gently stroking Ah Meng's head, and not forgetting to warn Ah Meng not to trust humans easily. Moo, Ah Meng responded softly, and she felt Daomu's hand trembling.

Tired of it, tired of it, Dao Mu didn't want to see these battle scenes at all, human blood, he had seen too much in the execution ground, and he himself drank the blood of his parents to survive.

"Obviously desperate for the world, but unwilling to take revenge on the world. The old man looked at everything in his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was approval or something else, "Poor young man......"

Da Da, Ah Meng carried Dao Mu to climb the remains, and soon came to the center of his eyebrows, "Old sister!" Dao Mu slapped the ice vigorously, his body trembled, and his eyes were red and bloody.

People are right in front of them, but they seem to be 108,000 miles away, out of reach.

Dao Mu's face was red and his neck was thick, and his desperate eyes flashed with hope, telling the tragedy of the Mu family, hoping to get the answer he wanted from the old man.

Obviously, the catastrophe is strange, why don't you see the catastrophe, only see Mu Xiyi being sealed in the heart of the brow, what kind of power can you do?

Could it be that his enemy is the Queen of Ice?

When the old man heard this, he shook his head and sighed, but he couldn't tell the reason.

The desperate eyes finally dimmed the light of hope that had finally risen, his hands clenched into fists, his whole body trembled, he was not fear, he was angry, he hated, hated himself.

Boom!boom......

He angrily swung his fists and struck the center of the brow, failing to hurt the remainder in the slightest, but leaving a little blood on the remainer.

He hated himself for not being capable, hating himself for not being able to practice, otherwise he wouldn't be so helpless as he was today, the strong hatred made him forget the pain, and the shadow of his fist was like the wind, endless.