The ointment melts in the mouth, and a coolness with a delicate fragrance rushes straight to the forehead, and spreads into the limbs and bones, sending bursts of comfort. Wu Mo secretly praised it, and roared inwardly, as if to cheer him up,
"Let the storm come more violently!"
It’s still the same old routine, after the comfort is over, it’s followed by sourness, I can handle it.
He sat down in the formation seal, prepared for the attack, and was ready to shed a few layers of skin.
Unexpectedly, there was no movement at all, and he waited lonely. . .
What about the expected violent lightning?
Wu Mo stirred up his mental power in confusion. The cloud of thoughts wrapped around the spiritual palace was rolling up and down, but there was no trace of the red elf. He couldn't help but be shocked.
"Damn it, did you take fake medicine? Who slipped my ointment?"
The initial coolness only bubbled up, creating a circle of ripples like a mud cow entering the sea, and then nothing happened.
It felt like it was teasing him, spinning around, and suddenly he didn't know where to go.
In panic, Wu Mo could no longer maintain his mentality, so he had to give up practicing and left meditation in frustration.
The last thing he felt in the spirit palace was those individual spirits, sparsely and feebly approaching him, which complemented his dejection.
How is this going?
Not only is oral administration inferior to external application, it even has no effect at all!
Do you want to try applying it externally again?
But with so little stock left, there is not enough to carry out such a luxurious experiment!
What should I do?
Wu Mo instantly became covered in white hair and sweat, and big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. All the previous heroic ambitions were gone, replaced by panic in the darkness.
He started off by relying on a thin "Jade Root Spiritual Sutra". Although he received some guidance from Si Wenjun and Patriarch Xunmu, it would be foolish to think that he could solve the problems that arose during his cultivation. . .
It can be seen that no matter how comprehensive the consideration is, all it takes is an unexpected emergency to affect the success or failure of the process. All the early thoughts, worries, and foreshadowing are all in vain.
But the next time something happens, it will still be the same process. The planning and handling of events is actually an experience. Although the final outcome is important, it is not the entire experience of life.
Wu Mo leaned against the stone wall, taking out the medicine box and examining it carefully while recalling the various situations in which it was used before, trying to figure out the whole story.
However, the miserable middle school boy couldn't find any clue at all.
After a long time, he shook his head with a wry smile.
"Even if I think about it for another hundred years, I won't be able to come up with any solution."
Taking spiritual plant ointment orally is the only hope for Wu Mo as a spiritual practitioner, but it doesn’t work! The blow of this setback was so great that Wu Mo couldn't help but feel discouraged.
He understands very well that for those who are not spiritual, everything in the past, including spiritual consciousness, is just a mirror.
Wu Mo lingered in the stone nest at the place where he became a god for a long time. He had to think about what he should do next.
The failure to take the medicine disrupted all his ideas. Before he could find out the crux of the problem, he had to give the remaining ointment like a treasure. This means that in the short term, Wu Mo has neither the ability nor the motivation to look for the old demon's garden.
Are you kidding me? There's a lot of war going on outside right now. Regardless of the darkness and distance in the cave and the fact that we have to carry Kulu with us, just preparing the supplies for this journey is not a job that an ordinary person can do.
He was not in trouble. He couldn't dare to trek four hundred kilometers back and forth with only two health pills.
As for solving the problem of Kuru's ownership, there is even less thought.
As an ignorant native, he would definitely not be able to carry this pot when faced with two huge mountains: the Spirit Team and the Python Bear.
Of course, regardless of emotion or reason, it was impossible for him to hand Kulu over to Si Wenjun.
Hand it back to the python bear? Let's forget it, Wu Mo really doesn't have the courage. The only way is to throw Kuru at the foot of the mountain outside the cave and let his relatives pick it up.
How are you going to explain it to Si Wenjun in the end? Anyway, I can’t tell the truth, so let’s take it one step at a time.
As for the ridiculous agreement between the old demon Xunmu and the ancestors of mankind, I'm sorry. . . Even if the human ancestor's surname is Wu, he is definitely not the ancestor of my old Wu family. . . Looking at the inheritance I inherited, there is nothing else except this jade root. Is it really a big deal that our ancestors are really that capable and that their legacy will linger for hundreds of years?
Wu Mo even felt that even the old demon Xunmu was living so well, maybe that human ancestor was also living happily somewhere!
When gods fight, little devils suffer. Our family is too young and seems to have bad luck at the moment, so we better not get involved in this matter between old people and immortals like you.
Forced buying and selling? snort! We don't care about the old monster's garden.
Come on, come on, I'll give these two bullshit spirit patterns back to you!
In my current situation, I don't even understand how to open my mind, and I still want to figure out the spiritual pattern. How big is the experience?
He seriously doubted that even Goddess Si Si and the others knew nothing about spiritual patterns. Otherwise, seeing those patterns on Kulu's body, he would have understood that this was definitely not an ordinary python bear cub.
After making up his mind, Wu Mo seemed a little more relaxed. He patted his butt, grabbed his backpack, got up and jumped out of the small den at the God's Place.
It's time to send this disobedient little python bear away.
Humph, if the layout is small, then be smaller. Anyway, with my greatly improved skills and spiritual knowledge, I will have a place in Meiji no matter what.
Take your time, there is no need for fast food, but with his good talent, Wu Mo firmly believes that he will be able to survive one day.
Several hours had passed since he was dawdling. The little Kuru over there was already exhausted from jumping, and his voice was hoarse from howling.
No matter how hard it bites, tears, pulls or pulls, it can't get this damn backpack open.
The back molars, which chewed bones to pieces, were helpless against the oil vine.
Kulu gasped for breath, his spiritual consciousness and physical strength were exhausted, and he collapsed at the bottom of the backpack resigned to his fate. He was hopeless, despaired of all thoughts, and regretted endlessly in his heart.
"If you don't mess around and recharge your batteries, you can survive for a few more days. Why should you have any illusions about that guy?"
It thought that this damned human being had betrayed his faith and had abandoned himself.
"I can't even compare to an optical computer...Wu Mo, you are not a human being! You are so narrow-minded!"
"A beautiful girl is destined to die... She failed to win the battle... The genius of my generation will be trapped and die in this place... The ancestors entrusted me to an inhumane person... Human words are really wonderful."
Kuru's mind was spinning with messy thoughts, but his consciousness gradually became blurred.
It tried hard to keep its little eyes open, knowing that it would never pass out, as that would probably mean it would never wake up.
There was some movement from the end of the dark cave, and Kuru thought it was his hallucination at first. However, as the unhurried snapping sound gradually became clearer, it felt that it was the familiar footsteps, and it couldn't help crying with joy, and said to Wu Mo The bad feeling suddenly disappeared without a trace, and with the last bit of strength, he let out a cry,
"Come on, I'm going to die..."
