The Pioneer Bear is as dark as ink, and its thoughts are similar to those of the Pioneer Tiger A-Hu.
Zhao Wuyang was indeed the eldest brother respected by the Wolf King, but he was also a human in the realm of gods. He wanted to take a moment to make a cup of tea in the Heavenly Demon Pond, where the demonic and cold energy was so vast that it seemed to be real. ,Totally impossible.
Not to mention a cup of tea, even half a cup of tea was difficult. It even felt that less than half a cup of tea was already Zhao Wuyan's limit.
The reason why it was willing to make this bet was that it didn't want Ahu to dwell on the bad things of the past, and it wanted to help Ahu survive the second level of the Lord's Tribulation and find a way to give Ahu two divine fire pills.
Otherwise, with Ahu's stubborn temper and his desire to save face and suffer, on the day of the Lord's Tribulation, he would have no choice but to borrow the Divine Fire Pill. Even if he borrowed it, he would scratch his head and think of ways to pay it back.
It does make sense for brothers to settle accounts with each other, but Xiong Siming, Xiong Lao Er, the second richest generation in Xiongshan, doesn't like this principle. When making friends, he never checks whether the other party has his own resources, because they don't have the same resources as he does.
It likes to settle accounts, so that it feels that Ahu is really close to it.
Ahu's eyes were filled with anticipation, he held his arms and stared at Zhao Wuyan, silently thinking about the time in his heart.
Xiong Laoer took out a large clay pot from nowhere, filled with yellow and viscous liquid. The sweet smell was wafting, and he licked the sweet liquid leisurely.
When you come out to hang out, being lazy is the norm, and working hard is abnormal.
It only has a few stipends a month, which is not even enough to eat. If Xiongshan hadn't been counted as its family property to some extent, it wouldn't be a pioneer.
If you charge into battle, you might end up falling into disarray.
Time passed quietly, and it was almost half a cup of tea away. Zhao Wujiang remained motionless as the black liquid from the Sky Demon Pond washed away his soul.
pain!
There is an indescribable pain.
Cool!
There is a refreshing feeling.
While suffering, you can feel yourself growing rapidly. This is probably positive feedback.
The fire of his soul has been ignited by 10%, but his body of soul is still growing. The yin energy blends with the demonic energy, and the demonic energy becomes more and more powerful.
He really wanted to continue suffering like this.
But unfortunately, according to the current growth rate, he can only hold on to three cups of tea at most before it is full.
It's not that he can't bear it, it's that his soul will reach its limit.
Unless he can have a body of his own and trap the excess soul power in his body.
Otherwise, the power of the soul that escapes will dissipate between heaven and earth, and the cultivation will be in vain.
The Tiger Pioneer in the distance looked increasingly solemn.
It was already half a cup of tea, which was completely beyond his expectation. In his expectation, Zhao Wuxu, a human race cultivator in the realm of gods, could only hold half a cup of tea in this Tianyao Pond.
But now, it saw that half a cup of tea had passed, and Zhao Wuyang was still motionless, showing no sign of being unable to bear it, which made it frightened.
It broke its inherent imagination of human monks.
The biggest difference between human monks and demon monks lies in their different paths of cultivation.
The human race has always been known for its tyrannical talent in cultivation, while the demon race has always been known for its tyrannical physique.
For example, it and Zhao Wuyan.
It must have spent much more time cultivating than Zhao Wuyang, but at the same level, it could transform into its original demon body and be enough to crush most monks, including Zhao Wuyang.
This is the difference between the human race and most demon races.
But now, it had to re-examine the strength of its elder brother, the Wolf King.
Xiong Xianfeng smacked his mouth, and in the small eyes covered with pitch black fur, the black pupils trembled slightly. He looked at the weak Zhao Wuyan who was motionless and breathless with interest, and couldn't help but nodded.
He is worthy of the honorific title of Wolf King.
However, it was almost over. Zhao Wuyang could never hold on to a cup of tea.
Because it has seen it all.
It had small eyes but good eyesight. It saw Zhao Wuxu's frowning eyebrows, which showed that Zhao Wuxu could no longer bear it.
