Good news, in Nangong Li's opinion, the best news is that it can heal his injuries, and there is nothing better.

Of course, Mo asked about the good news, and he still had to listen to it.

"I'm sure you'll become a god!"

Mo asked, first made a promise.

It's just this good news that made Nangong Li stunned for a moment and felt incredible.

How difficult it is to become a god, before he was injured, he was already very clear, he was already at the peak of the god-man stage, and he didn't know how many tens of thousands of years he had survived, and there was no sign of a breakthrough.

Mo asked and said that he could make him a god, and this promise made him feel very illusory.

"Pavilion Master, you're not kidding, are you?"

Nangong Li was joking.

If it's a joke, it doesn't matter, becoming a god is something that everyone wants, but not everyone can do.

Even if he is like this, he still thinks that he can become a god, but he knows that a god is not so easy to achieve.

The gods, each one is a legend.

With this opportunity, Mo Wendao could not give him this opportunity, which was a bit beyond Nangong Li's understanding.

"It's not easy for your injuries to be healed, and you can only suppress it temporarily, so that you can exert fifty percent of your strength!"

Mo asked and did not continue to talk about the Celestial Gods.

He knew that Nangong would not be so easy, so he believed in the things about the gods, and the other party would definitely believe it in the future.

Suppress the injury first, let Nangong Li recover a certain strength, this is what Mo Wendao has to do now, only Nangong Li, whose strength has recovered, will have his effect.

Mo Wendao didn't have the medicinal materials to cure Nangong Li in his hand, so he could only help him suppress his injuries and let him find something to treat, and Mo Wendao's move was not unlimited.

Suppressing Nangong Li's injuries was much easier for Mo Wendao, and the pills consumed were also very small.

In less than half a month, Mo Wendao completed the suppression of Nangong Li's injury.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

Nangong Li was very grateful.

For tens of thousands of years, being a beggar in Cloud Sky City was very uncomfortable for him.

Today, although his cultivation has not fully recovered, he has also recovered half of his strength.

With half of his strength, he can already deal with most of the dangers, even if he is a master at the peak of the god and man stage, he has nothing to worry about, so the strength is restored and his confidence is restored.

"Find these herbs, no matter what method you use!"

Mo asked, throwing out a list.

To cure Nangong Li, of course, it is not a simple matter, how to find medicinal materials in Nangong Li, it is a matter of Nangong Li, Mo Wendao has already taken out a list.

Mo Wendao also explained, the strength can be played half, and it is not without restrictions, excessive consumption of strength, it is impossible to suppress the injury, Mo Wendao gave him three pills, when the injury worsens again, each one can last for a month, if you can't come back before the pill is finished, then there will be no then.

From a few days of treatment, Nangong Li saw Mo Wendao's strange methods, and also knew that what Mo Wendao said should not be fake.

"The subordinates will complete it in half a year!"

Nangong Li also knew that time was pressing.

Dan Meng and Mo Wendao's gambling fight, he also knows, this matter is also his business for him, after joining Wandan Pavilion.

When gambling and fighting, he can restore his strength, which is still somewhat useful for Mo Wenwen.

Mo asked and didn't have anything to explain, Nangong Li should know what to do for his own injury, opened the formation and sent the other party away, and there were three other people who also needed his guidance.

The first one, that is, only the Heavenly and Human Period, and entering the Supreme Human Stage is what he has to do.

Of course, Mo Wendao will choose a celestial period, not the other party's cultivation talent, what is valued is the other party's talent in alchemy, and in the future, he can still not refine all the simple pills.

The other two gods are the combat power that Mo Wendao wants to cultivate in a short period of time.

Mo asked's cultivation also limited the formation he arranged, which was greatly restricted, and with two more masters of the god and man period, the power of his formation was not so low.

"It seems that I am still too anxious!"

Mo asked, feeling the condition of the others.

He thinks about combat effectiveness, which can be achieved quickly, and not everyone is the same as him.

With the experience of being in the illusion realm, Mo asked what kind of martial arts to cultivate, it was not too difficult, as long as the skill was reached, it was okay.

Others are different, they don't know how many years it will take to succeed in cultivating and comprehending a martial art, and it will take a lot of time to get started, let alone cultivate to the realm of Dacheng.

That is, seeing that he couldn't rely on the power of those people for the time being, Mo Wendao took advantage of some time to start refining the pill again.

The pills ordered by those forces are all to be refined, and others have already paid for them, so it is impossible for Mo Wendao to drag it all the time, it just depends on when the pill is given.

A month passed in a flash, and Banten Pavilion still did not open.

Whether to open the door or not is not very important to Mo Wendao, even if he opens the door, there will be no deal.

"Bad luck!"

Mo asked, looking at a furnace of waste pills.

He also tried to see if he could really refine a fifth-level elixir, even if he tried it, the final result was obvious.

After consuming more than thirty fifth-level medicinal materials, there were also many fourth-level medicinal materials, and in the end, what was refined was a furnace of waste pills, which was still difficult to refine without the assistance of Vermilion Bird Xuanhuo.

There is not much restriction on cultivation, and Mo asked that the current cultivation can barely support it.

Three hours later, Mo Wenwen regained his strength and began to think about where he had failed.

Vermilion Bird Xuanhuo may not be needed, Mo Wendao has seen it before, the person who uses ordinary heart fire to refine a fifth-level elixir, even if it is in the illusion realm, should also be seen by the master of the land of trials.

That person's cultivation, compared to the current Mo Wendao, the difference is still very big, the other party has the cultivation of the Heavenly God Period, a strong cultivation can be done, and there are many things that can't be done when the cultivation is very low, and there is a suspicion of relying on cultivation, but it is not all dependent on cultivation.

Mo Wenwen also felt another problem, he seemed to have more difficulty than others to break through to the god-man stage.

Sometimes immortality is a level, and if you want to enter the realm of immortality, the higher the talent, the greater the resistance, which is the will of heaven and earth.

In the Wandan Pavilion, Mo Wendao was still refining the elixir and thinking about the breakthrough.

Ten years, nearly two years have passed, he has not yet become a god, he has no ability to protect himself at all, and when the time comes, in the face of the exposure of the psychic orb, he will have to face the entire heavenly realm.

The disturbing things made Mo Wenwen's heart chaotic, especially if he didn't find a solution, which made him even more uncomfortable.

"It's been three months!"

Mo asked if he still remembered the time.

Three months, that is, he promised that those who asked for pills would hand over pills.