It is not uncommon for people who can control their instincts with their own will, but there are very few people who can do this in the whole world.

This is like someone trying to commit suicide by holding their breath. When the brain is severely hypoxic, the self-will will disintegrate, and the body's instincts will automatically take over the body and resume breathing.

If this stalemate continues, Zhongli will be tortured into an idiot by himself.

Su Mu took a light step forward and crossed a distance of 100 meters to appear in front of Zhongli. With his two fingers together, he lightly tapped Zhongli's forehead, and the boiling spiritual fluid factor in his body subsided, and he stopped rioting.

Zhongli hit the ground straight from mid-air, smashing the ruins that had turned into tofu dregs into a big crater.

"Whew, wheeze."

Zhong Li propped his hands on the ground, his whole body was red like boiled prawns steaming, sweat made his hair sticky to his forehead, making him look very embarrassed.

He greedily breathed in the icy cold air, and the pupils that had lost focus gradually recovered their spirits.

Zhong Li raised his head and looked at the calm and indifferent figure in midair, feeling complicated and unspeakable.

"Tree... tree god!"

"Please also save those innocent people. I, Zhongli, are willing to give everything for this, even my soul!"

After recognizing the reality, Zhongli, a proud spiritual cultivator, took the initiative to lower his head for the sake of the innocent people in Canglan County.

"You are the patron saint of Liguo, the people of Liguo, you should save them yourself."

Su Mu's first words made Zhongli's heart go cold.

He had a bitter face, and the disappointment in his heart was on the surface: "I understand, Tree God."

But he didn't force Su Mu to take action, because Su Mu was right, he is the patron saint of Liguo, and the tree god is just a spectator.

In his eyes, what is the essential difference between Liguo and those alien races?

no difference!

"But you are my family, and there are many lovely people living here, so..."

"Let's go and meet them for a while."

Youying shrunk in size, jumped lightly, and jumped into Su Mu's arms, meowed twice, and gently rubbed against Su Mu's chest with his small head.

Zhong Li raised his head abruptly, staring at Su Mu in disbelief, ecstatic.

"This is not an auditory hallucination, the tree god... is really willing to make a move!"

"Zhongli, willing to lead the way for the tree god!"

Zhong Li revived on the spot as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and took out a transparent test tube from the inner armor, which contained a red pill the size of a marble. Zhong Li broke open the test tube and poured out the pills inside.

This crimson pill does not have a fresh and tangy medicinal fragrance, but instead has a pungent and spicy smell.

This is the result obtained by the Taoist Palace after repeated experiments based on the Dan Fang found in a certain ruin, which can forcibly stimulate the potential in the body, quickly recover from injuries, and restore physical energy.

The total cost and fanaticism are similar to these battlefield buff potions, and they will cause considerable sequelae to the body after taking them.

"There's no need to take this crap."

If other people dared to say that this pill is rubbish in front of Zhongli, Zhongli would definitely scoff at him, laughing at this person's shallow knowledge and watching the sky from a well.

This is the result of Dao Palace's research and development after spending a lot of manpower and material resources. Although it has great side effects, it can save lives at critical moments!

But the person who said this was the tree god, and Zhong Li couldn't refute it at all.

Because in the eyes of the tree god, this is indeed rubbish.

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