Neither the spiritual master nor the spiritual saint had any room to resist. They were strangled by a mysterious force and wiped out in ashes.
The killing array obviously still exists.
"How could this be? Why can the person named Ji enter, but others can't?"
Red Skull gritted his teeth and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. Is the opponent really that strong?
He didn't believe in evil and planned to force his way in, but after taking a few steps, he timidly stepped back.
After all, I still dare not risk my life.
Du Jiuyou stared at Ji Mo's movement with a puzzled face. Why didn't he trigger the killing array? It didn't make sense.
The rest of the people had shocked faces and did not dare to step into that area.
The Ginseng King looked at the blood mist floating behind him with lingering fear. He was so frightened that he pressed close to Ji Mo, fearing that he would follow in his footsteps.
But obviously, as long as he is by Ji Mo's side, there is no danger.
"Sure enough, Mr. Ji is invincible!"
The Ginseng King felt calm and began to observe his surroundings.
This is indeed the place where the bodhi tree takes root, filled with spiritual energy, forming a radiant mist.
The ground is full of fragrant mushrooms, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants are glowing with glow. They are all precious and precious medicinal plants.
Not far away, a small pool is sparkling and dazzling!
The Ginseng King smiled so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth. The spiritual energy here was so strong that he couldn't stop breathing heavily and vomiting like crazy.
Ji Mo sniffed and said calmly: "The air here is good, it's just worse than my home."
Is it worse than your home?
The Ginseng King rolled his eyes on the spot. The spiritual energy here was so thick that it almost turned into mist. It was actually not as good as your home.
Mr. Ji, is the place where you live a fairyland?
When the nearby experts heard this, they sneered and didn't believe it at all, thinking that Ji Mo was bragging.
This place is where the bodhi tree with its innate spiritual roots takes root, so it gathers such strong spiritual energy. Is it possible that you have several bodhi trees at home?
"Mr. Ji, shall we collect all these precious medicines from the ground?" asked the Ginseng King.
When the monks outside saw so many exotic flowers and plants, they were filled with greed and wished they could all be their own.
But Jimo acted very blandly from beginning to end, even stepping on it casually, treating it like a weed.
"No, the vegetables I grow at home are better than this."
Ji Mo said lightly, not looking down on him at all.
After hearing this, the experts around him suddenly showed contempt.
That's enough. It's okay to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, but it's disgusting if you overdo it!
Then, they all felt extremely distressed. Ji, you pretend to be just a pretender. As for trampling on these elixirs at will, you can give them to us if you don't want.
"Huh, I've never seen such a shameless person."
The Red Skull was full of disdain, believing that Ji Mo was an exaggerated person trying to please others.
Really, I was stepped on in the face by such a person just now, so angry.
"The water seems good!"
Ji Mo walked to the pool.
The pool was three feet square, with a white halo flashing inside, and wisps of life gushing out.
"Ha, finally stop pretending. This is a spiritual spring. Could it be that you still have an excuse to dislike it..."
Red Skull snorted.
But before he finished speaking, it was as if someone had strangled his neck and he could no longer make a sound.
Within sight, I saw a pair of big feet stepping directly into the spiritual spring.
Ji Mo sat by the pool, clasping his big feet, and sighed: "I'm exhausted after walking such a long mountain road. I can finally soak my feet and relax."
He felt relieved, while the others felt as sick as if they had eaten flies.
Everyone was still thinking about how to divide this spiritual spring, but the result was that it was all destroyed.
How can one eat this spiritual spring where one's feet have been soaked?
The Ginseng King had seen Ji Mo washing his hands with the spirit liquid before, but now he was just soaking his feet in the spiritual spring, which was not surprising.
It didn't forget to dip into the sun and got into the pool to soak.
Immediately, a steady stream of spiritual energy was poured into its body. King Ginseng's body felt relaxed and its old face became younger and younger.
The hearts of the experts around him were broken.
The elixir was trampled and the spiritual spring was used to wash stinky feet. What did Ji want to do? Did he really not care about these things at all?
If the elixir is trampled, it can still be used as medicine, but the spiritual spring has become a smelly foot wash. How can it be used in the future?
"Hey, the well water at home is clear and refreshing, so it's more comfortable to soak your feet."
Ji Mo spoke again, his words filled with disgust.
Everyone was so angry that they gnashed their teeth and wanted to kill this guy with a knife.
You are too good at pretending. That’s all good for your family. Is your family a fairy palace?
If it weren't for the killing array to stop them, all these people would have shared their hatred for the enemy and swarmed up to kill Ji Mo.
It's really Ji Mo's series of words and behavior that make people hate him so much.
"Hey, Mr. Ji is good at everything, but he is not very low-key."
The Ginseng King couldn't help but blush for Ji Mo, and thought that Ji Mo was a little too pretentious.
It didn't know at all, Ji Mo was just telling the truth.
After soaking his feet, Ji Mo walked around again and found that there was really no residue left on the Bodhi tree, and even the roots were reduced to ashes.
"It's a waste of time. It's a pity. I'm afraid I won't have good tea to drink in the future."
He clapped his hands and planned to leave.
"Hey, this is... Bodhisattva!"
The ginseng king made a discovery and pulled out a dried seed from a mud pit.
This is a small Bodhi seed, completely burnt black, almost reduced to coke by lightning.
This should be the only thing left from the Bodhi tree, but unfortunately it has no use.
The Ginseng King was about to throw it away, but Ji Mo took it away.
He played with it carefully, his face showed joy, he found a place with plenty of soil, and buried the bodhi seed in it.
"Mr. Ji, this is a dead seed and cannot be planted alive," the ginseng king reminded.
"That's not necessarily true. I'm very good at growing vegetables!"
After all, he is a man with the title of Shennong, so Ji Mo is quite confident.
"What's the point of showing off that you're good at growing vegetables? There's something wrong with you."
“No matter how good you are at growing vegetables, can you still grow a dead seed?”
"This guy named Ji is really good at pretending! I have never seen such a shameless person."
The people around him showed disdain, thinking that Ji Mo was really a top performer, and wished that thunder would rain down from the sky and kill this guy who was pretending to be thirteen.
"He is so shameless in trying to please others. If he can plant this Bodhi seed alive, I will eat it on the spot." The Red Skull pointed at a pile of animal dung with a look of contempt on his face.
But Red Skull's voice was very low, obviously he was afraid that Ji Mo would hear him and settle the score with him.
Du Jiuyou couldn't help but smile and said, "Then I'm really looking forward to seeing how you eat this stuff."
Although he didn't believe that Ji Mo could plant this bodhi seed, Du Jiuyou and Red Skull didn't deal with each other, they were just hostile to each other.
"How about we take a gamble?" Red Skull said provocatively with a cold tone.
If he hadn't been injured, he might have taught Du Jiuyou a lesson.
But Du Jiuyou was not fooled and smiled without saying a word. Only fools would take this bet that was sure to lose.
"I'll bet you."
An old man walked out slowly with a long sword in his arms.