For several days in a row, the dead tree did not appear in front of Mu Yu. He stayed in the tree house and never talked to Mu Yu. He did not know what he was doing inside. Restrictions were set up around the Sky Demon Tree, blocking Mu Yu from it.
Outside, Mu Yu tried every means but couldn't get in.
He was very anxious. Could it be that something had really happened to Dead Tree?
"Is he still alive?" Mu Yu touched Xiaoshuai's ear and said worriedly.
He had always thought that Dead Wood Changqing was an unfathomable old man who only scolded him, but suddenly knowing that he was going to die, Mu Yu started to feel sad.
Xiaoshuai flicked his tail and said: "I don't know, although the green-haired old man always said that he would use giant earthworms to make medicine, he never realized it!"
"Little mouse, are you looking for death?" Long Teng flicked the water with his tail, causing waves to rise. The waves fell on Xiaoshuai, making him very angry.
"Do you think the green-haired old man can spread his kung fu? Xiao Shuai tilted his head and asked.
It is difficult for a master to accept the practice of San Gong. If a cultivator loses his cultivation, he loses everything. He cannot be a mortal because his abilities are incompatible with mortals.
If given a choice, many cultivators would rather choose death.
Mu Yu was imprisoned in this valley for more than a year. Although he and Ku Mu scolded each other every day, and Ku Mu wanted to slap him to death, people always have feelings. If something happened to Ku Mu, Mu Yu would feel uncomfortable.
Kumu is not a bad person, he just has a weird personality, and his temper was aggravated by Muyu. At other times, he is just a boring old man, studying his poison alone. He has dealt with poisons all his life, and eventually he also
Corroded by poison.
Mu Yu thought of the Medicine Master. As an alchemist, the Medicine Master also needs to refine the medicinal power of various herbs when refining medicine. Over time, a lot of wood residue will be deposited in the body, causing the alchemist's cultivation to be unable to improve.
Deadwood comes from the Alchemy Sect and has a deep connection with alchemists. What is deposited in his body is not only wood residue, but also toxins.
Poison is not a terrible thing for Mu Yu at all. But the dead wood is not Mu Yu, who has the ability to blend into trees to detoxify. He is a normal cultivator, and he cannot eliminate the poison in his body.
"Do you think it would be possible if I helped Deadwood filter the spiritual power in his body like I helped Master Medicine?" Muyu sat boredly on the wooden bridge, stroking Xiaoshuai's big fluffy tail with his fingers.
"You don't need me to tell you that it's impossible. Although alchemists deal with herbs, at least the spiritual power in their bodies is normal. However, the spiritual power of Deadwood is completely mixed with poison, and the various parts of his body are surprisingly
The ground has not been corroded by the poison, so spreading the power is the only option." Xiaoshuai said.
"This old guy is very old. Once San Gong becomes a mortal, it means that some diseases of mortals will appear on him. It will be difficult for him to withstand the stimulation, otherwise something will definitely happen." Long Teng's tail flapped.
Shui Hua said. Although Dragon Vine was threatened by Dead Wood every time to use it to refine medicine, it knew that Dead Wood was just talking, otherwise it would have been doomed long ago.
"You mean, I can't be angry with him anymore, right?" Mu Yu rolled his eyes. Ku Mu stuttered when he wasn't angry. The way he spoke when he was angry and didn't stutter would drive anyone crazy. Mu Yu often deliberately vented his anger to save trouble.
This old man.
However, at this moment, a huge spiritual power suddenly rippled with the Sky Demon Tree as the center. The huge fluctuations caught Mu Yu and the others flying out, and they fell into the river one after another. The ground of the valley was shaking.
It felt like a big earthquake had occurred.
All the monsters at the bottom of the river were trembling. Of course they were familiar with this breath. This breath was the breath of evergreen trees that usually kept them docile. Usually, when this breath appears, it means there are monsters.
The beast is about to be caught by Deadwood Evergreen and tested for poison.
Mu Yu stuck his head out of the river, spit out a mouthful of water, and looked in the direction of the Sky Demon Tree with surprise, where a majestic spiritual power was continuously radiating from all around. Under this spiritual power,
Mu Yu felt like a small boat in a storm, drifting uncertainly and in danger of capsizing at any time.
This terrifying spiritual power lasted for an entire hour before slowly dissipating.
"The old man has really lost his strength." Xiao Shuai lay on top of Mu Yu's head. His whole body was wet and he could only keep shaking his body, splashing water droplets everywhere.
Mu Yu quickly jumped out of the river and rushed towards the Sky Demon Tree. The restrictions outside the Sky Demon Tree had disappeared, and Mu Yu opened the door smoothly and walked in.
Deadwood sat cross-legged on the bed, his head hanging down, his whole body trembling, and his chest rising and falling. His originally green hair had turned white, and his whole body was like a gossamer, without any fluctuations in spiritual power.
No one thought that the famous dead tree in the world of cultivation would turn into an ordinary person without any cultivation at this moment.
"You want to take revenge, I can start now." Kumu raised his head, his whole body was extremely old, and his white beard hung down on his chest. He had become an old man with no strength to restrain a chicken.
Mu Yu walked over, looked at the dead wood up and down, and said, "Old man, your hair is actually very kind when your hair is not green!"
"Are you mocking me?" Kumu said angrily. He raised his palms and wanted to hang Mu Yu up. Then he remembered that all his cultivation had disappeared.
Mu Yu looked at Kumu's hand stopped in mid-air with a smile, and said: "Has the ability to hang people failed? Haha, this is really good. I will also save myself from brain congestion every day in the future."
Ku Mu glared at Mu Yu and said, "Don't be too arrogant!"
"Okay, now that I'm old, why are you so stubborn? I'm not a ungrateful person. How can I still throw you out? Just lie down!"
Mu Yu slowly lay down while supporting the dead wood. He took out the quilt that he had always occupied and covered the dead wood with it.
Kumu lay on the bed and looked at Mu Yu without saying a word.
Mu Yu took out a bottle and said with a smile: "Old man, this is the medicine that I have prepared in my free time these days. It can make you feel better."
"You want to poison me to death?" Kumu frowned.
Mu Yu snorted and said: "What poison to death? I have learned something about dead wood being evergreen. Can you, old man, have some confidence in me? If you wanted to die, I would have slapped you down a long time ago. It's still useful."
Poisoned?"
Without any explanation, Mu Yu directly mixed the water with water, started a fire with a pill and flint stone, and then slowly gave it to Dead Wood.
Dead wood was angry, but he did not refuse Mu Yu's medicine. This medicine is naturally very precious, and it can make the body a hundred times stronger for mortals. In the past, he could punish the disobedient Mu Yu at will, but now Mu Yu can play with him.
Human beings are really manipulated by fate, but Mu Yu didn't seem to want to do that.
"Let me think about it. Xiaoshuai said that your body is too weak to bear strong herbs. I'm looking for herbs with weaker efficacy." Mu Yu rummaged in the herb bag, and finally found a few herbs and started
Give the dead wood another medicine.
Ku Mu watched Mu Yu sitting on the ground trying the medicine. After a long time, he said, "You want to leave here!"
"Of course I have. I don't want to stay in this place where birds don't poop for a moment. But I also have to take you, a burden, away. It's really troublesome!" Mu Yu shook his head and sighed.
"You bastard! Didn't you say you regard me as your master? Can you respect your master?" Kumu scolded.
Mu Yu shrugged: "No, it was just a slip of the tongue that day. Besides, you want to be my master, so what if my real master disagrees?"
"Hmph!" Kumu seemed very unhappy when he thought of Feng Haochen. He muttered a few unpleasant words, devaluing Feng Haochen as worthless. I really don't understand whether the true god of the triple continent dug Kumu's ancestral grave. Kumu
He always had a deep hatred for Feng Haochen.
Mu Yu didn't care. Although he really wanted to know what the feud between Ku Mu and Feng Haochen was, Mu Yu knew that he would definitely not tell it. The grudges of the previous generation sandwiched Mu Yu, making it difficult for Mu Yu to do anything.
As a human being, it would be so tiring if he couldn't even care about what the dead tree said.
"Take the Qiankun bag." Kumu reluctantly took out a bag and threw it to Mu Yu.
Mu Yu put his spiritual consciousness in and took a look at the things inside. It didn't matter. Mu Yu's eyes suddenly lit up. He had never seen so many good things. All the dead wood's collection for many years was inside. It could be said that everything was there.
"These belong to me!" Mu Yu chuckled, holding them in his arms like a money man, imprinting his own consciousness on them, for fear of being snatched away.
The corner of Kumu's mouth raised slightly. All his life savings were in this Qiankun bag. This thing was indeed left to Mu Yu. He never accepted a disciple in his life. When his end was approaching, he met Mu Yu. Although this guy had never called him
He calls himself a master, but he must teach these things to Mu Yu, not only because Mu Yu's real master is someone he knows, but also because Mu Yu has the potential that Kumu appreciates.
Kumu felt that he was very sleepy. He had not felt sleepy for a long time. Cultivators did not feel sleepy, only tired. They usually did not sleep and relied on meditation to recharge their energy. It was not common for people like Mu Yu to practice while sleeping.
Xiaoshuai kept asking Muyu what was in the Qiankun bag and whether it was food. Muyu was so mysterious that he didn't want to say anything, which made Xiaoshuai feel itchy. When Xiaoshuai was about to grab it, he found dead wood's body.
Aging rapidly, he immediately reminded Mu Yu: "Hurry up and inject vitality into him. Even if the old man dissipates his power, he is so old and so weak at the moment, something could easily happen."
Only then did Mu Yu wake up, he patted his head, quickly pressed his left hand on the wall, held Kumu's arm with his right hand, and carefully injected the vitality of the Sky Demon Tree into it. Kumu was already an ordinary person, and his body
The life force that can be endured is also limited, and Muyu must act with caution.
Dead wood gradually fell asleep. He fell asleep for the first time in so many years. He slept peacefully. Mu Yu thought that the old man was still very cute when he didn't talk, and it was even more fun when he talked. Mu Yu liked to see it.
The old man was so choked that his eyes widened.
Kumu's San Gong means that Mu Yu has regained his freedom, but Mu Yu is not relaxed at all. He has to accompany an ordinary person to a cultivation sect, which means that he must protect Kumu at all times and not stimulate him, so as not to waste time.
He had a heart attack in his old age and suddenly passed away.
Think about a rookie who doesn't know how to make alchemy and an old man who has no cultivation. These two people go to the Alchemy Sect to ask for something. How can it be so simple!