Unconsciously, Dao Wuya fell into a deep sleep.

On the second day, the east was slightly white, and the road suddenly woke up.

He looked to his side, and there was no dumb figure, and the cuttlefish was nowhere to be seen, except for the soul eater Honggu who was asleep on the side.

He suddenly noticed a storage bag on the left side.

Dao Wuya grabbed it and took a look, among which there were three thousand lower-grade spirit stones, a lower-grade spirit information stone, and a jade slip.

The spirit stone is a kind of alienated spirit stone commonly used in the world of cultivating immortals, and the formation is carved in the spirit stone, and you can leave a message.

However, under the spirit of the stone, the message can only be stored for one day, after reaching the time limit or after referring to the message, the spirit stone will be automatically destroyed.

Dao Wuya took out the Spirit Signal Stone and began to read the message: "Wuya, I'm a dumb. I've not spent much time with you, but I've come to see you as a friend. I was born, I have been begging for many years, and I have been taken captive by the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect to cultivate here for more than a few years. I am a doom poison body, and the disciples and elders of the Blood Demon Sect have retreated for many years, but I have a good time talking to you. I told you that I was suppressing the toxicity, but lately I can't do it anymore. I'm leaving, looking for a way to suppress it. Thank you for giving me "Non-Toxic Gong". I don't know when I will see you again, if at that time, I will become a poison demon of bad luck and kill innocents, you can kill him! My friend, Wuyan, may you also regard me as a friend!"

After reading it, the Spirit Stone suddenly darkened and turned into a useless stone.

Dao Wuya breathed a sigh of relief, I'm afraid Dumb doesn't want to affect himself. Yesterday's sleep is probably also the work of Dumb.

Looking at the three thousand spirit stones in the storage bag, a wave of warmth surged in my heart. He knew that for the Spirit Condensing Realm cultivators, three thousand lower grade spirit stones were already a huge wealth!

Anyway, goodbye. Dumb has saved himself twice from fire and water, such a great grace, not to be forgotten.

Dao Wuya took out the jade slip, hung the storage bag on his waist, and put the spirit ring on his finger into the space on the second page of the Tao Sutra.

He carefully checked the jade slip, and it turned out that this was a map with a radius of hundreds of miles!

Dao Wuya got up, looked at the sky where dawn was approaching, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaving the small world of dumbness, Dao Wuya stood on the edge of the ruins of the Blood Demon Sect, looking at the collapsed and crumbling old land, where there was no sect of any sect.

And all this is about themselves.

Dao Wuya faintly has a feeling: wherever he goes, he will stir up the wind and rain!

First there was the catastrophe of sealing the heavenly hell, and then the sacrifice of his father-in-law, and then the Blood Demon Sect here, in less than a month, the Blood Demon Sect had disappeared.

"Is this the fate of the Children of Destiny?" muttered Dao Wuya.

If he brought bad luck to some innocent monks...... He himself will fall into great guilt and confusion.

"If there really are dead souls left, Dao Wuya apologizes to you again!" Dao Wuya looked at the ruins within a radius of several miles, bowed, and said in a low voice.

Suddenly, dozens of souls poured out of the ruins, rushing straight to the end!

"Whew!" The next moment, these dozens of souls were sucked into the soul void of the Dao Sutra!

In the next moment, a ray of sunshine is coming!

Dao Wuyan saw that these dozens of souls were actually floating in the soul air, but on closer inspection, they seemed to be confused and unconscious.

Not only that, Dao Wuya suddenly saw the soul body of the Mixed Ancestor Ancestor.

Yesterday, not only was there not much left of the Mixed Ancestor's Spirit Mountain and Spiritual Sea being devoured by the Dao Sutra and Dao Beads, but half of the Mixed Ancestor's soul and divine consciousness were also forcibly pulled by the soul body in the soul air, and most of them were also devoured!

By now, his small soul body had swelled to the size of half a child! Fortunately, he fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, in the soul of the Dao Sutra, the soul of the Heavenly Operator occupied the middle position and fell into a deep sleep.

On the other side, half of the Mixed Ancestor Ancestor's soul consciousness also fell into a deep sleep.

At the same time, dozens of thin souls floated around the edge of the soul void.

Suddenly, Dao Wuya had a sense of crisis in his heart, although the Blood Demon Sect was destroyed, it would soon attract strong people to come to investigate, and as for himself who had cultivated so low, he would definitely be captured again!

He doesn't want to be in prison anymore!

Thinking like this, Dao Wuwu wants to evacuate quickly. Hong Gu lay on his shoulder, seemed to be infected by his emotions, and "meowed".

According to the map of the jade slip, the Blood Demon Sect and the Zixia Sect are the southern lands. The Futang Kingdom is slightly north, and there are several immortal cultivation countries around the Futang Kingdom. At the same time, there were dozens of large and small immortal cultivation sects!

Dao Wuya plans to go to Fu Tang Kingdom first!

When the monk was in crisis, he really chose to go to a more familiar place! Dao Wuyan laughed at himself, used the spell "Following the Wind", and continued to set off north!

On the way, Dao Wuya fell into thought.

In fact, since escaping from the Heavenly Prison, he has not accepted so many changes at once!

He was like a leaf, forced to drift in the wind on the path of cultivating immortals.

Dao Wuwu realized that he had to become stronger, otherwise he would always be subject to the imaginary "Mandate of Heaven" in a state of confusion! He even suspected that his many encounters were exactly the "arrangement" of some great powers in the fairy world!

He felt a sense of crisis.

But at the same time, he was also confident...... Collect more spells to incorporate into the Dao Sutra and Dao Beads!

At this moment, he realized that he had changed, he was no longer the boy who longed to play in the immortal cultivation world, he was a monk who longed to choke the throat of the "Mandate of Heaven"!

He's a monk, not a teenager!

Not only that, he has a heavy responsibility, and he must continue to break through his cultivation and soar to the immortal realm to uncover the mystery of the "Mandate of Heaven"!

Thinking so, he sped up.

In a short time, he had already left the area near the Blood Demon Mountain.

It's noon.

Dao Wuya saw the curling smoke rising from the other side of the mountain not far away, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief: he had arrived at the mundane village.

The sense of crisis that weighed on my heart slowly calmed down.

For several hours, he used his aura to urge the "Wind Technique", and Dao Wuyan was also a little tired. After all, his cultivation was only at the fourth level of the Spirit Condensation Realm!

He took out a few lower-grade spirit stones, absorbed them slightly, and continued to walk forward.

As he walked to the bottom of a mountain cliff, he suddenly heard a murmur.

Dao Wuya immediately hid and hid the fluctuations of spiritual power.

"Why, why, why!" "For some reason, the man on the cliff suddenly roared loudly.

Listening to its voice, it seems to be just a child!

"Hehe, strength...... In this world, there is no strength, not even a piece of, at least, no one dares to step on!" The young man suddenly laughed at himself with grief and indignation.

"Hey, little doll, looks like you need help?" an old voice said.

There was the sound of rustling footsteps on the cliff, and it seemed that the boy was looking for the source of the sound.

"Hehe, don't look for it, it's on your finger. The old voice laughed strangely.

"Who are you, why are you in my ring, what do you want to do?" asked the boy in horror.