Zhang Chu was shocked by Mr. Mo's words. Is it impossible for a human to form a demon pill?
At this moment, a child blushed: "Why can't you produce a demon pill? Our uncle Qingshan..."
Before the child could tell what happened to Tong Qingshan, a woman hurriedly stepped forward and covered the child's mouth: "No nonsense!"
At this moment, the children immediately remembered what Zhang Chu had said before, asking them to keep it a secret.
Many children immediately lowered their heads.
But Mr. Mo laughed loudly: "Hahaha, interesting, interesting! You want to learn from nature, it's so interesting!"
Mo Xi tilted his head and said: "I heard that the ancient ancestors were very weak at first. In order to survive and fight against the monsters, they learned the monsters' walking and hunting movements, and gave birth to the most original method of magic. .”
"However, I have never heard that ancient ancestors could cultivate demon pills."
When Zhang Chu heard this, he immediately realized that people like him might have gone astray.
So Zhang Chu asked: "Mr. Mo, is it true that humans can't form demon pills?"
Mr. Mo smiled and asked Zhang Chu: "If a person can form a demon pill, why is it called a demon pill?"
"This..." Zhang Chu frowned.
However, Tong Qingshan has clearly formed a demon pill and has even begun to practice it.
At this time, Mr. Mo said: "Humans and monsters are different."
"The reason demons can form demon pills is because all the demons in the wilderness have some kind of ancient inheritance. Their bloodline can be traced to a certain ancient ethnic group."
"But humans are different. The origin of human blood is different from that of demons. Humans are descendants of ancient gods, and there is no demon pill in their blood."
Zhang Chu suddenly opened his mouth: "Did we go the wrong way?"
Mr. Mo nodded: "Yes, I see that many adults in your small village have already laid an excellent foundation, and there are even faint signs of self-breakthrough."
"If this kind of seedling is placed in the outside world, even many big caves will rush for it."
"But if you are obsessed with forming a demon pill, I'm afraid your hunting team will never be able to take a step forward."
At this moment, Mo Xi also looked sympathetic:
"Let me give you an example. Your current situation is like walking down a road with a door in front of you. It requires a certain amount of strength to push the door open."
"But you found many animals passing through a hole."
"So, you also want to learn the ways of animals and pass through the hole. However, no matter how strong you are, you will not be able to pass if you take the wrong path."
After Zhang Chu listened, a flash of lightning seemed to flash through his mind, and he figured out many things in an instant.
In fact, the physical strength of many people in the current hunter team has already reached its limit, and many people have even clearly felt that there is a way ahead.
Including Zhang Chu himself, in recent times, he can clearly feel that he has touched some kind of shackles, but he just can't form a demon pill.
It turned out that I was going the wrong way!
At this moment, another child couldn't hold his tongue: "But Uncle Qingshan clearly..."
The next second, a woman hurriedly covered her child's mouth to prevent him from speaking.
Mr. Mo didn't think much about it. On the one hand, children's words are unbridled and no one would think deeply about their words.
On the other hand, they did not feel a special atmosphere in the small village.
Although Tong Qingshan formed a demon pill, he formed a cocoon. Even Mr. Mo couldn't sense Tong Qingshan's aura at all.
Zhang Chu couldn't help it. He couldn't help it and asked again: "Old Mo, is it really impossible for people to form demon pills?"
Mr. Mo was categorical: "I can tell you clearly that it is impossible for humans to form demon pills. If you want to learn the cultivation methods of demons, you are going the wrong way."
"Then how should humans practice?" Zhang Chu asked.
Mr. Mo suddenly smiled and lightly bit a piece of meat, seeming to be thinking about something.
Finally, he said slowly: "The method of cultivation is the secret of every sect. Unless you can join a certain sect, otherwise..."
Zhang Chu understood that just letting the other party spend the night here and providing some food would not exchange for human cultivation methods.
Although Mo Xi and Mr. Mo are very friendly, they will not reveal their cultivation methods to others.
The next morning, the grandson said goodbye to Zhang Chu and the villagers.
Mr. Mo also reminded Zhang Chu: "By the way, during the recent period, you and the villagers should try to stay in the village and not go out. Generally speaking, as long as you stay in the village, outsiders will not do anything."
"Why?" Zhang Chu couldn't help but ask.
At this time, Mr. Mo smiled and said: "For outsiders, there is a certain taboo in the demon ruins. The patron saint of each small village has special meaning."
"If someone dares to take action in the village and hurt the villagers, they will not be able to leave the demon ruins."
"Of course, if you leave the village, you will not be protected by this taboo."
When the old village chief heard this, he immediately thanked him: "Thanks for the reminder."
But Zhang Chu felt uncomfortable. He suddenly felt that he and the villagers were not like humans, but like animals being protected in a sheepfold.
Only animals have no power to fight back when faced with harm from wolves. However, the owner of the sheepfold regards the sheep as his own property. Of course, the owner of the sheepfold will be furious if anyone dares to destroy them.
But Zhang Chu couldn't figure out who the owner of the sheepfold was.
Zhang Chu then shook his head and shook this nonsensical thought out of his mind.
Mr. Mo and Mo Xi turned around and left. Half an hour later, the mountains shook and there was a roar outside the small village.
Then the villagers saw that Mr. Mo was fighting with a golden lion in the distance.
The golden lion was as big as half a hill, and its fur was golden yellow, glowing with a bright golden light.
Mr. Mo stood in front of the golden lion, and his eyes were not even as big as the golden lion's eyes.
At this moment, the golden lion opened its mouth, and fireballs like the sun enveloped Mr. Mo.
However, Mr. Mo waved his hand gently, and countless fireballs were extinguished immediately.
It seemed that Mr. Mo was relaxed and happy.
But the golden lion looked very anxious, constantly scanning the surroundings, as if looking for a way to escape.
At this moment, Mr. Mo chuckled and said: "Be my mount obediently. I will give you another chance to choose. If you still refuse to accept, I will beat you to death and give it to the villagers of Zaoye Village to eat."
These words clearly reached the ears of everyone in Zaoye Village, and everyone was immediately shocked.
How could such a big golden lion be given away just for free? The strength of this old man is simply unimaginable.
Sanwazi, whose nose was bubbling, immediately clapped his hands happily: "Okay, okay, this lion is so big, it can feed us for a year!"
Another doll also shouted happily: "Wow, there is another big monster to eat!"
"Huh?" Mr. Mo turned his head in surprise. The word "again" in the baby's mouth caught Mr. Mo's attention.
"Could it be that these villagers have eaten other big monsters?" Mr. Mo muttered in his heart.
At this moment, Zhang Chu was also excited. Mr. Mo said that he would give a lion to Xiaocun to eat. The glutton in his body was suddenly aroused and he couldn't help but drool.
As long as the lion is not a mount, it can be given to us to eat?
Zhang Chu didn't want to miss this kind of good thing.
At this moment, some villagers expressed doubts about Mr. Mo's words: "Isn't he kidding us?"
Zhang Chu immediately put a high hat on Mr. Mo: "Nonsense, Mr. Mo is obviously a powerful man, how could he be joking when he said it."
"If the golden lion dares to resist, Mr. Mo will definitely slap him to death. When the time comes, let alone the lion's meat, even the lion's demon elixir, Mr. Mo will not like it."
In the sky, Mr. Mo smiled slightly, wearing this high hat was really comfortable.
Although he knew that Zhang Chu wanted the golden lion's demon elixir, Mr. Mo didn't mind.
The demon elixir of this thing is not of high value to him, at most it is considered delicious.
Moreover, if this golden lion had some sense and was willing to be his mount, Mr. Mo would naturally not slaughter this golden lion.
At this moment, the golden lion shrank its neck and arched its back, making a defensive posture but not attacking. Obviously, it was very afraid of Mr. Mo.
But at this moment, the lion suddenly turned around and tried to escape!
Moreover, its escape route was very tricky, and it actually ran towards the top of Zaoye Village!
