Cultivation is indeed the most pleasant thing for Wei Mo, and there is no one.

Now that the Spiritual Technique has reached a new level, Wei Mo's perception of the aura of heaven and earth is becoming more and more profound.

The aura of heaven and earth was like a clear spring, flying out lightly from everywhere, and the starlight filled the place where Wei Mo was, washing his body.

Every time he absorbed the aura into his body, Wei Mo could feel as if his body was being washed, and the moment the aura was transformed into spiritual power, it was like an initiation.

This kind of cultivation makes him physically and mentally happy. It seemed that the little python was also very happy, slowly coiling on his wrist, and spitting out the letter. Although it is small, its eyes are embarrassed, like candles. It kept staring at Veemo, its eyes soft and full of love and reverence.

If he was just a spiritual practitioner, he might be able to keep cultivating until he starved to death without feeling tired.

However, he is a Lingwu double vein, and the problem lies precisely in the double veins. For ordinary spiritual cultivators, the aura turns into spiritual power, and circling the limbs and bones for a week will bring extraordinary changes to their muscles, flesh and bones, and Wei Mo is no exception. But his spiritual power has to go through a special '8' shaped circuit.

The spiritual power passes through the circuit and is transferred to the martial vein, and while the spiritual power is generated, a small amount of mysterious power is also generated. This is a good thing, but the generation of Xuan Li requires a considerable amount of muscle power. After a long time, Wei Mo became extremely tired.

Soreness and swelling, dizziness, and all kinds of discomfort hit together. In the past, Wei Mo could still restrain himself a little, after all, spiritual power still has the effect of nourishing the body. But this time it was strange, when he cultivated to the later stage, he actually had gold stars in his eyes and almost fainted.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Wei Mo hurriedly opened his eyes, his robe was already wet with sweat, his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and he seemed to be carried up from the river.

He looked down at the incense sticking on the mound and was surprised: "My cultivation time, I actually only have half a pillar of incense kung fu?"

This is so wrong, in the past, when he was only a first-order and one-level spiritual cultivator, he could cultivate the spiritual technique for four or five hours, but today he only has half a pillar of incense kung fu! This is a regression that annihilates human nature!

Wei Mo cursed himself a few words in his heart, and suddenly felt that his entire left arm was extremely heavy, and then the person was involuntarily pulled to the left and fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" Wei Mo was caught off guard, although he was quick and extremely struggling, the force was so great that his face hit a stone solidly.

Suddenly, a golden bird lined up in a circle, spun around in front of his eyes, and began to sing.

"What the hell is this?" Wei Mo scolded, feeling that he didn't have that huge traction anymore, and quickly got up. But as soon as I looked up, I suddenly felt a red in front of me, as if a curtain of blood was hanging in front of me.

Wei Mo was taken aback, and sat on his back on the ground again!

The scene in front of him made Wei Mo dumbfounded. I saw a small fiery red snake more than three feet long and with thick arms, standing in the air.

No, Wei Mo could see that this was not a small python when he looked closely, but how could it stand like a burning firewood? It turned out that its tail was pointed to the ground, and its head was just level with Wei Mo sitting on the ground.

Those python eyes, as if smeared with a layer of fiery clouds, were staring at Wei Mo intently. From the look in its eyes, Wei Mo clearly read admiration, joy, and a little show.

How did it show up? Just hear the crisp sound of pia, and the burning wood rolled around Wei Mo's body like lightning. The speed was too fast, the force was too great, and the tail pumped against the door of Wei Mo's head, leaving a red mark from his forehead to his chin.

Wei Mo had a black line in his head: "Brother Python, what are you doing here?"

"Hiss~" The little python spit out the letter and made a pleasant sound.