"Senior, let's put aside the Nalaoshzi True Yang Sect for the time being, and get straight to the point. "Dao Mu is not naïve, thinking that the Burning Dance is to keep him for the True Yang Sect.

"Could it be that Shi Qilin didn't tell you? Muxing Town's form is not optimistic...... "The scorching dance stopped talking nonsense, there was no smile on his face, people were like fire, and his heart was like ice.

Muxing Town had lost its vitality a year ago, but just a few days ago, Burning Dance felt a pulse of life, very faint, as if it was nothing.

Blazing Dance traces back to the source and discovers that the pulse of life comes from Muxing Town. It was a new life, similar to an elf. Shocked, the scorching dance informed the Lord of Hanayama about this.

When the lord of Huashan heard this, he left Daqingshan, without preparation, and walked in a hurry.

"What?!" Dao Mu stood up suddenly, his face condensed into ice, "I thought that the Lord of Huashan had gone to pursue the True Yang Sect." ”

Burning Dance shook his head, "The True Yang Sect is not as urgent as this. "In the blazing charcoal world, the temperature plummeted to freezing. The fire was still burning again, and the fire was still brilliant, so cold that Dao Mu shivered. "Tell me, is the legend of Muxing Town true from the outside world?"

"You don't know?" Dao Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, only feeling strange.

"Muxing Town is cut off from the outside world, even if your master wants to know, it will take a lot of effort. Burning Dance was very dissatisfied with Daomu's expression, and the little hairy head dared to question him.

Hearing what Burning Dance said, Dao Mu was even more puzzled. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for Shi Qilin to have the height and ability of Sword Gu. So how did Shi Qilin know?

"Shi Qilin didn't tell you that he was from Muxing Town?" Seeing Dao Mu's confused look, he didn't know what to ask, and he didn't feel a little irritable. "The stone unicorn was originally carved by the cowherd, and the town was evil in all directions, and he adhered to the eternal peace of Muxing Town. When the cowherd became an immortal, he used his own immortal blood to open the wisdom of the stone unicorn. ”

"That ......" Dao Mu's mouth opened wide, and as soon as he spit out a word, he was frozen in place.

"If you want to know more, go and ask Shi Qilin yourself, the deity doesn't know much about your Muxing Mountain's grievances. The dance began to get hot and dry, as if something had been tickling her patience.

"You just need to tell me whether the legend of Muxing Town is true or not, and what that old boy of Hou Ye will do. ”

Before the words fell, Dao Mu immediately found that he had regained his ability to move, although it was strange why Shi Wu turned his face faster than turning a book, but at this moment, the flustered Dao Mu did not hide too much, and came to 1510.

"What's the difference with those extreme religions?!" Dancing got up with a fierce voice, and the chair under him instantly exploded into a sky of sparks, drifting into the sky with the hot wind.

"In the matter of Muxing Town, you and Hou Dazhuang don't have to get involved, this is beyond your ability. Muxing Tea Tree, the deity and the Lord of Huashan will keep it, and let him turn the rest into the dust of history!"

Hearing this, Dao Mu was silent, but his eyes were wandering.

Seeing Daomu's appearance, he couldn't make a sound, his jade hand was raised, and he pinched Daomu in the air, his eyes were on fire and smoking, "You kid don't have to joke with your life." Remember to the deity that now you are the continuation of my brother's life. You can't die without the permission of the deity, I am the only one in the world who can take your dog's life!"

Without giving Daomu a reaction, Burning Dance threw Daomu into the air, through the gap in the charcoal fire, and flew out of the brazier. Dao Mu Yufeng stabilized his body, and before he landed, he felt a breath fly away from the brazier.

Dao Mu didn't even think about it, and chased after him, chasing thousands of miles. The other party's speed was much slower, and Dao Mu took a breath and immediately lost his breath. The majestic mountains and vast green forests perfectly cover the breath of the other party.

Dao Mu used all his strength, and he couldn't find it until dark, so he returned lost.

Midnight.

Yin Aster, the lotus pond in the pastoral garden, reflects the bright moonlight. The breeze is endless, the silver waves are continuous, and the lotus flowers are swaying with the wind and water waves and the majestic wind, as if beckoning to the stars and moons on the top of the sky.

In the reflection, the bright moon and the lotus pond fish are separated by heaven and earth, but at this moment they are enjoying the night in the water.

Whirring, a gust of wind hit, and a figure fell from the sky, staggering, and almost fell into the lotus pond, destroying this rare artistic conception.

Dao Mu's index finger tapped the delicate lotus bud under his body, and he moved a thousand catties in four or two, quietly leaving this quiet world by the wind, and only took away a little lotus fragrance.

Afraid of disturbing the cultivation of the spirits in the pastoral garden, the Taoist did not touch the ground, and floated in front of the brazier in the wind. "Sure enough......" In the brazier, there is no life for dancing.

"Could it be that he is provoking?!" Dao Mu's face was dark, his bloody eyes were burning in the moonlight, and his face could be wrung out of water. In the corpse array that came to mind, that phantom.

Daomu looked up at the bright moon like a silver plate, and the white moonlight illuminated Daomu's despair.

"What can I do?" his eyes were half narrowed, covering most of his despair, the corners of his mouth were arced, and his smile was as pure and bright as moonlight.

Turning his head away, he left a lonely tall and upright figure, sad and gloomy.

Walking in the mountains and forests, the mountain breeze is sometimes mild, the flowers, plants, trees and stones are peaceful and auspicious, and all kinds of aromas are distinct, refreshing. The mountain wind is sometimes noisy, the flowers, plants, trees and stones dance wildly with the wind, and all kinds of aromas are mixed together, choking people's eyes.

Step back to the house, or step to the Doumu Terrace?

The priest stood in front of the fork in the road, sometimes looking at this road, sometimes at that road. Stepping back to the house, there was a gentle incense bed, and walking towards the dojo, there was only emptiness and loneliness.

With a bang, Dao Mu grabbed the sword and walked towards the dojo.

Da Da Da, go to the preaching hall, the years are pressed with a heavy and dull breath, as if a big stone is pressed against your chest, cement poured into your heart and lungs, making it difficult for you to breathe, but the consciousness is very clear.

"Why is my cultivation so slow to see the shackles?"

The sword is used in the hand, and the knife is sheathed. Sometimes like a stick ramming, sometimes like a knife, sometimes like a sword stabbing at him, all of them are the basic skills that Uncle Hei taught him.

Performing the same moves over and over again is boring and boring. With the passage of time, martial arts have changed from deliberate to body-owned. The heart and brain are empty, the eyes are concentrated, the sword and martial arts are promoted to the dragon and the phoenix, and the mind is pastoral.

There is no need to deliberately control the flow of pastoral power, no need to deliberately standardize the moves of the ascending dragon and phoenix, just concentrate on understanding the subtlety of the pastoral scriptures, everything will fall into place, and the impeccable moves will be natural.

Suddenly, a figure struck, and before anyone could see it, the sword was already in front of him, and only the major artery in the neck was taken.

Peacock Feather.

Except for Li Huiwen, who else can make it?

The peacock feather is enthusiastic, but not too much, and it is enough to stop. The Fengling sword is blazing and scorching, lonely and arrogant. The peacock feather is as gorgeous and gorgeous as a peacock's tail, and the phoenix feather sword is as hot as the phoenix, and it is unstoppable.

Swordsmanship is like a person, a sister, two ways.

Ding ding ding, sword tip to knife tip, bursting into colorful colors. Bells, bells, sword blades to blades, cutting out a brilliant galaxy.

"With the Ascending Dragon Sword, the Fengling Sword has no fatal flaws. Seeing that he couldn't suppress Dao Mu in the same realm, as a pure sword cultivator, the proud Li Huiwen couldn't bow her head slightly.

Qiang, break the knife into the sheath, force the posture of the big mountain, open and close, strong and powerful. The mutation offensive caught Li Huiwen off guard, and finally broke the seal of cultivation and rose to the peak of the mid-level realm.

Seeing that he lost his mind for a short time, how could he let go of the perfect opportunity. The drunkard wandered blindly and dodged the dense sealing of the peacock feather. The knife rose and fell, and the power of the golden crow dragon rammed down.

When Ang Ang ......

Li Huiwen only felt numb in her arm and lost consciousness for a short time.

Dao Mu was already beside him, whispering in a whisper, "The sword technique is dead, and people are alive." ”

Li Huiwen's ears are itching, her heart is rippling, the sword in her hand is not lazy, the void draws an arc, and the sword qi of the half moon in the sky is pouring like rain. I don't know when, Li Huiwen has raised the realm to the peak of the Great Perfection of the Ground Level.

"Your heart is in turmoil. "Qiang, the sword is out of the sheath again, the scabbard is Wu Shenglong, the sword is Wu Fengling, people are the fetters between the dragon and the phoenix, the dragon is chanting and the phoenix is singing, and the dragon and the phoenix are auspicious.

Li Huiwen was silent, just waiting for the opportunity to appear, and immediately countered Daomu.

Behind him, the nine-hundred-and-eighty sword of the nine-colored peacock feather made a loud noise. Under the bright moonlight, the peacock feathers are brilliant, like a nine-colored merit ring flickering behind the Buddha.

"Huh?!"

Halfway through the offensive, Dao Mu's face was purple, his eyes were like goldfish eyes, and his sweat was densely knotted into beans. From his face to his neck, the green tendons bloomed, and he saw that his throat was gurgling, and a large mouthful of black blood spurted out, with the stench of septic blood pus.

"Hot!" Dao Mu's voice was hoarse and weak. Since obtaining the Golden Crow Blood Inheritance, Dao Mu has the concept of heat for the first time.

It was so hot that he was sweating profusely, as if he was wrapped in a robe and taking a steaming bath. It's so hot that itchy, like thousands of caterpillars crawling all over Daomu's body.

The mouth is so hot that it is dry, like walking in the endless desert, and the half moon does not drip. It was so hot that his eyes burned and burned, as if he had turned into a furnace. The fire will be poured out from the seven holes, and the sensitive eyes will bear the brunt.

Dao Mu groaned endlessly, rolled back and forth on the ground, and spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood before he was relieved.

When Li Huiwen was at a loss, a touch of red fire ignited from nothingness, "Is he angry?"

Li Huiwen saw that she was indifferent when she saw the scorching dance, and she was also a lot more determined, and she just passed through 1510.

Hearing this, Burning Dance glanced at Dao Mu, and smiled, like a firework that had just bloomed, "I'm afraid that I can't cope with it alone, I don't know if you are willing to help him?" "The foot that is still being lifted, I have to give Dao Mu a few more feet, as if he is relieved.

The concern on Li Huiwen's face is not fake, it is even worse than ordinary friends, "I don't know what my predecessors mean." The tone was hurried and his expression was complicated.

"Evil fire attacks the heart and bones, and it needs the combination of yin and yang to dissolve. The scorching smile disappeared, and the righteous words were righteous, "You are a peacock female, for the yin." He is a golden crow male bird, and he is yang. I'm a fool and can't handle it anymore. ”

"This ......" Although Li Huiwen was mentally prepared, she never thought that it would be the result.

"Gluttonous national disaster first emperor, for my brother. For the first time, Burning Dance admitted in front of others, "The essence of fire ginseng is too replenishing for Daomu. Even if Dao Mu is an innate Dao body. ”

"Is there any other way?" Li Huiwen's sleeves overlapped, her hands were intertwined and pinched, her muscles were green, and her hands were white.

"Then suppress the evil fire, and the next time it erupts, it will only be more ferocious. With his hands behind his back, his fingers dancing like elves.

Li Huiwen was upset at the moment, and she just took it seriously, "Why do my predecessors want me, can't she do it?"

"As far as I can hear, your sisters are all extremely yin bodies, and they have suffered a lot since they were children. If you want to live, you need to take the yang tonic elixir from the mouth, and you also need to practice the Gangyang Gong method to neutralize. ”

"Dao Mu occasionally got the golden black blood inheritance, and added the essence of fire ginseng. Except for the body of the extreme yin, who dares to fight. ”

“......”

Under the temptation of the scorching dance, Li Huiwen wanted to be entangled, and the ten fingers behind the scorching dance became more and more excited.