Luo Hu suddenly stopped and asked, "Did you use your great supernatural power on someone with great supernatural powers again?"
Wu Tiangang's raised eyebrows drooped before they even flew up.
Wu Tian answered honestly, 'Yes.' '
Luo Hu was silent for a moment and said: "Use less in the future."
Wu Tian hurriedly agreed.
"Also, don't do what you did before. The face of a person with great supernatural powers...is very important."
"Okay, I get it now."
Wu Tian was as wilted as an eggplant beaten by frost.
Finally Luo Hu said: "Thank you for your hard work."
Wu Tian immediately resurrected on the spot, "Hahaha, it's my honor to be able to help big brother. I don't feel it at all whether it's hard work or not."
King Pan rolled his eyes after hearing this.
Luo Hu smiled and said nothing more.
Returning to the blessed land of Mara, Rahu soon went into seclusion.
First, he wanted to sacrifice and refine the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, and second, he wanted to understand the Zhu Xian Formation.
I'm afraid the retreat time this time won't be short.
On the top of Wu Tian's hill, Wu Tian and Pan Wang sat opposite each other, staring at each other with big eyes.
It was the first time that my brother came to our house as a guest, but he couldn't bring anything to entertain him, so he was a little embarrassed.
Speaking of good things, he did have one thing, but that thing was too important to him, not to mention that it was given to him by others, but it was not suitable for entertaining guests.
So, now all that's left is to sit and talk.
"Where is my green mulberry tree?" Old Panwang looked left and right and saw no shadow of the green mulberry tree, so he asked.
Wu Tian got angry when he mentioned this. Without saying a word, Wu Tian got up and walked to a piece of thick land in the center of the cliff. He squatted down and started digging for a while.
After a while, Wu Tian came back and stretched out his hand with soil in front of King Pan, "Here, your seeds."
King Pan was silent.
After a while, he asked: "Does your elder brother know about this?"
Wu Tian said angrily: "What does this have to do with my elder brother?"
King Pan took the seed from Wu Tian's hand, looked at it and said, "If your elder brother doesn't know, it won't grow here even in ten thousand years, let alone one thousand years."
"What should I say?" Wu Tian stepped forward to ask for advice.
King Pan rubbed the seeds in his hand, and the old god said: "This is a first-class blessed land. It is not easy to take root here. Not to mention this acquired seed, even ordinary innate spiritual roots do not have this qualification, let alone Being the first spiritual root in this blessed land, it has no blessing to accept it, nor does it dare to accept it.”
The mystery that has lasted for thousands of years has finally been solved.
"No wonder I can't find even a blade of grass in this blessed land."
Wu Tian suddenly asked: "What if my eldest brother agrees?"
King Pan looked at the seed in his hand and said, "That is its creation."
"But how could your elder brother agree to let an acquired seed become the first spiritual root of the blessed land?"
"Too."
The problem of seeds came to an end, and King Pan handed the seeds to Wu Tian again.
Wu Tian put away the seeds and was thinking about where to get an innate spiritual root.
He raised his head and said, "Brother, have you ever been to the moon?"
"Why are you asking about this?"
"Just asking."
King Pan shook his head, "I've never been there."
"Then when will we go shopping?"
Wu Tian rubbed his chin and smiled like a little fox.
"What bad idea are you planning?"
"No..." Wu Tian's voice dragged out for a long time.
King Pan didn't believe it.
"By the way, can you tell me about your spiritual speaking skills?"
Wu Tian started to scratch his head.
"What? You can't say it?" King Pan was a little unhappy.
Wu Tian hurriedly shook his head, "No, it's hard to say."
Wu Tian scratched his head for a long time before he said: "Let me tell you this, brother, the key to my spiritual speaking skills is not 'words', but 'spirit', and this 'spirit' pays attention to an idea, and it must have Inspiration must be spiritual, just like what I said, 'His pants fell off', it is a moment of inspiration, natural, only in this way can it be effective."
"Well, in short..." Wu Tian pointed to his chest, "It's the power from the soul."
King Pan understood somewhat, but he was also a little regretful. This kind of magic belongs to the category of thaumaturgy. There is no way to rely on it and it cannot be passed down. It is a magic technique for the talented.
