Chapter 167

fail

Hearing the squealing of the tailless cat, Morey opened his eyes and smiled wryly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The mental power is burned to the air!

Although he recovered at a rapid pace, the feeling of depression was unmistakable, and the sea of spirits had obviously been injured just now. The mouth was full of blood, and even blood was dripping from the ears and nose.

It turned out to be really...... Failed!

Alas, curiosity kills the cat! What kind of dragon's blood grass do you want, it would be good to know that you would go back to Hanlin City obediently! It is impossible for Morey to say now that he does not regret it, but the matter has come to this point, and it is useless to be annoyed, and he has to deal with the matter in front of him first.

I was spit out like a mouthful of phlegm by the throat wind before, and that journey was simply disgusting. The sequelae is that people are still a little dizzy and swollen.

The mental damage is really terrible, and the exuberant energy that used to be seems to have been hollowed out all of a sudden, and there is a feeling of listlessness.

Morey secretly complained in his heart...... If you make a mistake and become a thousand years of hatred, you must know that it is not so risky! What the hell is this when your spiritual power is shattered into so many pieces!

Let's not talk about whether there is a chance to try to condense spiritual power again in the future, I'm afraid that even if you want to restore your previous strength, it can't be done in a short time. Before the mutation occurred, Morey was extremely nervous by the wind in his throat, and his attention was not focused on the pseudo-demon pattern.

But even so, his body is his own, and Morey still understands his own situation...... The pressure brought by the throat wind before was too strong, and it seemed to stimulate the pseudo-magic pattern.

In order to save his life, he excites the pseudo-demon pattern a little excessively, and the spiritual power backlash naturally comes. After all, the pseudo-magic pattern is a magic pattern, as long as it is a magic pattern, there will be a limit to bear it, and if you use it uncontrollably, it will definitely go wrong...... I just didn't expect the fork to come so quickly.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Morey said to Pamiyu, pulling the corners of his mouth.

The tailless cat gave Morey a careful look to make sure the man was still alive before snorting at the waist. "Aren't you embarrassed that Lord Ben worked so hard to show you the way and get you out of that hellish place?"

Morey's mouthful of old blood almost didn't squirt out!

I thought you cared about me! It turns out that I've been here for so long, just to make a fool of my brother!

Seeing Morey's tragic situation before, it really scared the tailless cat - but of course it was more worried about the potions, and seeing that Morey still had a breath, it pulled its beard with confidence.

With a flicker of its eyes, it spoke. "Of course, I know you certainly won't be ungrateful!"

I saw it wave its claws as it pretended not to care.

"Forget it, I'm not going to ask you for anything valuable, huh...... Just give me some of that 'stone-dissolving potion', just ten or eight bottles," but as soon as it was proud, it slipped out of its mouth in the next sentence. "If you accidentally choke, won't all these potions be wasted......

As soon as the words came out, the tailless cat immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and covered his mouth in panic in defense. "Well, that's not what I meant, I'm just worried about you!"

"Yes, I'm dying, and my last wish on my deathbed is to die with the potion!"

Morey was furious and kicked it out of the hole.

"Well, if you don't have anything else to do, get out of here, let me rest, I'll have to go on my way in a while." ”

After resting a little in the cave, and when his mental strength recovered a little, another round of throat wind had passed. Morey poked his head out of the hole and looked around to make sure that the throat wind was over, and then crawled out of the hole and patted the dust off his body.

Alas...... The clothes are a waste again!

Under a natural disaster like throat wind, clothes made of ordinary materials have no way to survive at all.

Very distressed, he took out the last coat from his magic pocket, and Morey swore in his heart that even if he was beaten and vomited blood, he would definitely protect this garment! This was really the last one, and he really wanted to keep it desperately!

Otherwise, we can really only rush back to Hanlin City!

The mental power recovered quite slowly, and Morey couldn't help but frown. According to this trend, I am afraid that it can only recover to about 20% at most, and that is the end of it.

This total amount is not even as good as when he first entered the second order.

Morey looked at the tiny flames that flickered from his fingertips, and he couldn't help but feel a little bitter in his heart.

Barely maintained at the level of ordinary people who have just entered the second order, in terms of their own spiritual power cultivation methods, I am afraid that even in the late stage of the first order, it is not much less than this spiritual power.

After getting used to having a huge amount of mental power as a backing, it's really uncomfortable now.

The foundation of the magic carver and the arcane mage lies in the spiritual power, and the downgrading of the spiritual power directly means that the strength has dropped a lot. Some of his recent research on the Demon Carving Pattern is also useless, and with such a weak spiritual power, even some second-order Demon Carving may not be able to be completed.

Knowing that his strength had dropped greatly, Morey's hand behind his back quietly tried the fire bomb, but his heart became more and more headache. The Fire Bullet Technique used to be almost the size of a head, but now it can only maintain the size of a fist at most, and the power naturally decreases, needless to say.

And the shrinkage of the pseudo-demon pattern is even more obvious, stimulating this kind of magic pattern all over the body, which is already very mentally draining, but now as long as you use it, you will immediately feel strained.

In the past, it would take at least half an hour to feel this way.

Not to mention high-frequency use, even if it lasts for a long time, it will be unbearable, and it is impossible to use pseudo-magic patterns to hurry. This mental power must be kept just in case, and it cannot be wasted on the road.

The tailless cat didn't seem to be dead yet, even if Morey said it firmly, the thing still didn't go, but stuck to the back of Morey's ass, and then simply jumped on the head without fear, no matter how much Morey caught it.

What a scoundrel!

According to it, we don't care about the reward or anything, but at least we have to go out with it, and talk about what is a sign of friendship.

Do you express friendship there by sitting on someone's head?

In the end, Morey stopped resisting, and walked dejectedly, and the tailless cat was complacent in his heart, thinking that he had influenced Morey, but he didn't know that it was not like that at all.

Because of the fall of spiritual power, the speed of the pseudo-demon pattern has slowed down a lot, and even if you want to catch it, you have no heart.

The tailless cat's speed is actually really fast, and if it weren't for the pseudo-magic pattern, Morey might not even be able to see its afterimage.

Pseudo-Demonic Pattern, this Demonic Pattern from Hell, even Morey himself can't understand it, but uses it in a daze.

It simulates the magic pattern of the demon of hell, and can completely change the strength of the possessed thing.

To exaggerate a little, when the pseudo-demon tattoo is on the body, the person almost has a physique comparable to that of a demon. This is the ability that he has changed under the guidance of Belio, although he is a little unwilling, but he has to admit that this kind of thing is really unattainable with his own ability.

For now, I don't understand what the pseudo-magic pattern is. But it's just plainly powerful, brutal and direct, and irrefutable.

Before the mental trauma, the pseudo-magic pattern can even make itself no weaker than the tailless cat. It was only after losing the ability to wield this force at will that Morey realized what a terrible concept it was!

The road still has to go on, and no matter what you want to do, you have to go out from here first.

Taking out the man-finding bow, Morey shot arrow after arrow, walking little by little under the guidance of short arrows. When the throat wind came, he simply poured a bottle of etching potion on the spot to create a temporary cave, avoid the wind and continue to move forward.

Some of the places that don't make sense are also splashed with a bottle, and when they encounter difficult places, they are still splashed with a bottle, and four or five bottles of potion are splashed within a few hours, and the tailless cat's eyes are about to pop out.

However, these costs were not paid in vain, and after twisting and turning, it took a lot of time, and Morey finally found a way out.

"It's a waterfall!" Hearing the clear sound of water, Morey's legs ached, but he still lifted his spirits violently and couldn't help muttering. "We seem to be at the exit!"

A glimmer of light came through the curtain of the waterfall, which was obviously a different path from the Burning River, although the current was very turbulent, it was obviously not as violent as the Burning River, and I don't know where it was.

But it's good to be able to get out!

"Hey, it's really a waterfall!" the tailless cat was napping, and when he heard the sound of water, a clever man pricked up his ears, raised his head at once, and grabbed Morey's hair excitedly. "Natural light!!I haven't seen natural light in a long time, so I'm going out!!"

"Great, finally out of here," the tailless cat choked up, almost crying with excitement. "If I stay in this hellish place for a few more days, I guess I'll be malnourished and lose my hair!"

“...... I decided to go to Elio's gold medal restaurant tomorrow and eat that gold coin for a ......" At this point, its voice suddenly paused, and it didn't know which keyword touched its nerves, and after being stunned for a long time, it actually gave itself a mouth with his backhand and muttered quietly.

“....... Eh, that's too expensive, so it's better to eat sausages. ”