"Mutu...... Look at the good things you have done......" Study the Heavenly Dao and rub their eyebrows, they have a lot of things, they have collected information from Feng Ling in a turbidity place, the turbidity in this place can already drift across the ocean to pollute the Spirit Gate, after the galaxy checked, and let the Sky Heavenly Dao go to shoot more detailed data, the lord tree there is not an ordinary tree spirit, but the spirit of the Heavenly Dao.

It is similar to the gray wolf ruling beside Gu Ghost, except that the tree contains much less Heavenly Dao energy, if you use human terms, the ruling is a regular son, and that tree is Gu Ghost's impure bloodline that was mixed outside.

Of course, Gu Ghost is not so heavy-mouthed, not really the kind of messing around.

"Mutu?" When Feng Ling came out of the Spirit Gate, the turbidity land that arrived with the spirit beasts was called this name?

The Heavenly Daoists collected a lot of materials, like a small library, Feng Ling felt that he was about to become a research party during this time, and he was curious about everything.

Feng Xiao came to crack the plot of Xuanmeng, and he was full of enthusiasm to inquire about information with Feng Ling.

Mu Tu, the first time I heard this pronunciation, and combined with what I saw before, Feng Ling thought it was the burial ground where the living beings were buried, but it turned out to be envious Mu, does it mean that this place is desirable? Fun Pavilion

I don't know if I don't check, and I'm shocked when I check it.

Mutu is also tomb soil.

For the Heavenly Dao, it is the tomb soil, and for the living beings, it is the soil of the living beings.

Xuanmeng was born for so long, and the Heavenly Dao is actually more than one hundred and forty now.

In the repetitive and boring and busy tens of millions of years, some Heavenly Dao will choose to erase their consciousness and return to the origin of the world after they are bored with their lives. After killing, a body will still be left, and the Heavenly Dao will not destroy the body, but learn from the human race to enter the earth for peace, and bury the body.

After recovering the dead Heavenly Dao energy, in the long time to come, a new Heavenly Dao will be born, and the new Heavenly Dao will fill the vacant serial number.

For example, if 150 dies, the birth of the New Heavenly Dao will only be 150, until the second New Heavenly Dao appears and becomes 151.

The existence of Xinghe is also a bug, if he dies, there will be a new Heavenly Dao to replace him as zero two, instead of zero three becoming zero two, and zero four becoming zero three.

The serial number of each reincarnation Heavenly Dao is almost 145-150, but Feng Ling found that as the number of reincarnations increases, the number of Heavenly Dao hidden behind the dead has been increasing.

And Mu Tu buried the shells of these Heavenly Dao.

This is a primitive and wide place without human interference, but the body of the Heavenly Dao is like a treasure of heaven and earth, and even if there is no spiritual energy in the outer realm, it has gradually changed this land over tens of thousands of years, making living beings yearn for this land in the dark.

Feng Ling looked through the information and found that when choosing a cemetery, the Heavenly Daoists first chose the Inner Domain, but the Inner Domain had sufficient aura, and some unexpected things happened, so they changed to the Outer Domain without aura.

"Linggu Island?" Feng Ling's fingertips crossed that coordinate.

Linggu Island was not originally called this name, the island was far away from the Xuanmeng Continent, close to the Spirit Gate, and most importantly, there were no humans, so it was used as a burial ground by the Heavenly Dao.

Heavenly Dao is the guardian of the rules, and the body is also pure energy, even if the consciousness is erased and the soul is scattered, but under the abundant aura and time, there is a spirit born on the white bones and dust.

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The heart of the Dao fell apart, the body disappeared, and the deepest obsession engraved in the soul still somehow remembered the world they guarded, so the remaining ones became the tree spirits rooted in the land, the tombstones belonging to the order.

Feng Ling read these materials in silence, and the situation on Linggu Island's forbidden area was self-evident.

'Those strange trees...... It's actually quite cute. Feng Ling didn't know if she knew about these secrets and added a filter to them, but they did never have any ill will towards her.

After discovering the situation on Linggu Island, the Heavenly Daoists changed the cemetery and came to the 'Mutu' in the outer lands.

However, there is one more thing that is recorded here.

There are not only the shells of the Heavenly Dao buried in Linggu Island, but also the shells of the gods.

Xuanmeng is named

There are only the gods of light and darkness, corresponding to the sun and the moon. Feng Ling felt that the difference between God and Heaven was in faith.

Heaven does not require faith, the energy is converted from the origin of the world, and the gods have faith to provide energy, but they do not recruit believers like other gods, but in a shallow way from beings who believe in the sun and moon, eh...... The conversion rate is certainly not very high.

'God, limited by the consciousness of Xuanmeng, limited by rules, Xuanmeng cannot become a world of faith.

Feng Ling remembered Luo Jin's ability, that guy was a scumbag, but he could see some red lines.

If there are people in the world who believe in the sun and the moon, there must also be people who believe in thunder and lightning, and the heavenly punishment is the representative of the thunder system, every time it appears, it can make the hearts and livers of the whole continent beat a few times, and there must be a lot of thunder believers, so the countless red ropes tied to the void on the wrist of the cloth come from the believers who unilaterally believe in him.

It's a pity that believers are useless to the Heavenly Dao.

Thinking far, Feng Ling pulled his thoughts back to the information.

The body of the God of Light is buried on Linggu Island, but the body of the god does not give birth to spirits, because the soul of the god does not erase consciousness and shatter the soul like the Heavenly Dao, but dormant for a period of time after death to accumulate enough energy for reincarnation.

He is the light, and has always been the light.

Memory is a thing that will make God feel distressed, he has worked hard all his life and chooses to close his eyes and rest permanently, but reincarnated He will not only carry the memory of the labor of the previous life, but also continue to work for a lifetime, which is simply double the labor, it is better to replace the work with a god brand like the way of heaven.

Iron work, the god of flowing water.

There should be no god worse than the god of Xuanmeng...... Feng Ling suddenly understood why every time he saw Wen Ai, he was struggling to fish, and even his wishes were so unpretentious that he wanted a point that could help him work. Body.

Linggu Island buried more than one body of light god, at this time the dark god has not been born, the work of God and Heavenly Dao does not coincide, Heavenly Dao is busy with his own work, the relationship is very indifferent, and then when Xiguang feels that he can't stand it anymore, he digs a pit and buries himself first, without bothering other Heavenly Dao to help collect the body, he treats death as sleep.

There are far more people who believe in light than they believe in darkness, and after sleeping a few times, he felt the breath of a dark god brewing in the dark, and he only needed to move his fingers to make this faint breath disappear and kill the birth of a dark god.

People in the world say that light and darkness are opposites, but when Dawn learned the news, he was more happy than dislike of dark, and even had motivation for work (and didn't).

But he soon realized that it had been too long since God and Heaven had been born.

God needs the power of faith, and this newborn dark god is too fragile, and now that the outside world is in turmoil, if the believers die in large numbers, then it will also be stillborn.

Think a little bit about it—

Twilight cut out his heart with his own hands.

The godhead flowed with powerful and warm energy, and the bony hands shattered the godhead, parting parts into the darkness.

Who says light and darkness aren't compatible?

It turns out that it can be done with a heart.

But can a broken Godhead really kill God?

This time the sleep was so long that it seemed like he could really not wake up, but one morning when the morning sun fell, he opened his eyes.

'Twilight, as if dead.

"Hey, you're my brother?" The unfamiliar but energetic voice seemed a little arrogant.

He looked at the unfamiliar but somewhat familiar dark-haired god.

He had a brother of darkness.

At this moment, 'Dawn seems to have a new life.'

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