A finger-sized scorpion carved from black jade appeared in Wang Hao's hand.
This scorpion was the manifestation of the Horse Stance.
He used his knife to cut open his fingertip and squeezed out a drop of blood onto the Black Jade Scorpion.
The blood quickly seeped into the surface of the scorpion.
Then, the black jade scorpion disintegrated into countless strange characters in Wang Hao's hand and merged into his skin.
These words looked primitive and ever-changing.
These words seemed to have a spirit of their own.
When it burrows into the skin, it burrows into the sea of bitterness.
In the end, it fell like a waterfall on the Wheel of Life in the sea of bitterness.
Wang Hao looked inside.
Good heavens, it directly ran to the Wheel of Life and turned into a black scorpion pattern.
Only then did he react.
This had become his natal spell.
Wang Hao raised his hand.
A dark jade scorpion tail extended from his sleeve.
The Scorpion Tail Needles shone with a cold light and looked unusually sharp.
He reached out and touched it. The scorpion tail that was formed by the horse pole was as cold as jade.
Wang Hao controlled the scorpion tail that was formed by the Horse Stance spell and stabbed in the air instinctively.
However, this horse post was now an empty shell.
There was no poison in it.
Wang Hao had to find all kinds of strange poisons and put them into the inverted horse post.
The more, the more strange, and the more intense the poison was,
The stronger the poison of the inverted horse pole.
Retracting the scorpion tail,
Refining poison…
Wang Hao suddenly felt that this was a good time.
Tomorrow I'll go to Ping Mountain.
There were a large number of centipedes and poisonous insects under Pingshan Mountain.
These poisonous insects were inhaling and exhaling the accumulated medicinal qi and poison barrier in the Bottle Mountain, and they were eating the discarded pill dregs.
There was no doubt about the toxicity.
It could be used to refine techniques.
The guards saw their young master take out a huge scorpion tail from his sleeve.
They weren't flustered. After all, Wang Hao had already used his sorcery to turn beasts into soldiers.
Naturally, he knew that his young master had learned the legendary mystical technique.
He was already a member of the legendary people.
It was not a big deal to have another large scorpion tail now.
On the contrary, the stronger Wang Hao was, the more he could protect the Wang Family Town.
After Wang Hao's excitement over the new horse post faded, he said,
The fatigue of a day of running surged up.
Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, it was already the rooster singing in white, and the sky was bright.
"Sign in."
"Sign in successful, Sunflower Manual.”
Wang Hao's tiredness disappeared instantly.
What the hell?
A thick martial arts manual appeared in his hand.
The words Sunflower Manual were written on it.
Wang Hao quickly put the manual into the warehouse and threw it into a corner.
To talk about such nonsense in the morning,
How unlucky.
There was indeed nothing precious about the day fortune.
When he walked out of the side hall, he bumped into Chen Yulou and the others who were ready to call Wang Hao.
Wang Hao wasn't a long-winded man.
He brought the guards and followed Chen Yulou, Zhe Gushao, and the others to Ping Mountain.
The mountain road is difficult to walk on,
In addition to the heavy rain last night,
The road was even more muddy, and when he stepped on it, it would rise and fall.
After a long trek, they crossed the mountain ridge and arrived at the top of Bottle Mountain.
They found a cliff.
As soon as she came up,
He saw the mist rising from the Bottle Mountain, and there was a rainbow in the mist.
Elder Luo was delighted." This place is surrounded by clouds and mist like a land of immortals. Is that rainbow light from the treasure in the tomb?"”
"Damn it, the yellow and white ones are so f * cking beautiful.”
Chen Yulou took a look,
In his eyes, the feng shui here was myriad.
"The mountain is deep and good at hiding. It is yellow and thick, solid and full of qi. The mountain is high and the water flows freely. It is a good place to hide wind and gather water.”
"It's really a treasure land."
Elder Luo was confused as he listened.
"I say, President Chen, stop talking nonsense. What's the point of nagging for so long? Since it's a treasure land, go back and gather your men.”
The flower spirit at the side could not help but cover her mouth and chuckle when she saw Old Crooked Luo's anxious expression.
Chen Yulou ignored the layman's words and turned around to continue observing the shape of the Bottle Mountain.
This guy was just a bandit warlord who only had eyes for gold and silver.
What did he know about grave robbing?
Francolin Whistle was also observing the peculiar terrain of Bottle Mountain.
This mountain was shaped like a treasure bottle, tilted and about to fall, very much like a bottle used to store immortal pills.
However, he was not good at Feng Shui.
I don't see anything special about it.
"Marshal Luo, fire two shots."
Chen Yulou, who was carefully observing the terrain of the Bottle Mountain, suddenly pointed at the mountain stream under the cliff and asked Old Crooked Luo to shoot.
"Good!"
Old Crooked Luo picked up his gun and fired five or six shots into the mountain stream.
Gunshots echoed in the mountain stream.
Chen Yulou closed his eyes and listened. His ears moved slightly.
Have you heard of the art of distinguishing dragons from mountains?
Wang Hao looked at Chen Yulou thoughtfully.
Chen Yulou was born with a keen sense.
Coupled with the support of the secret technique,
He could tell the shape and size of the hole through the reverberating sound.
In this world, there was no one else who had this ability.
This sound wave hearing was like a human-shaped bat.
"Senior Brother, what is he doing?”
The flower spirit looked curiously at Chen Yulou, who was listening attentively.
"The Art of Distinguishing Dragons by Smelling Mountains."
Francolin Whistle explained to the flower spirit.
"I've only heard of this special technique.”
"It is said that in order to master this secret technique, you need to use secret medicine and acupuncture to stimulate the ear acupoints.”
"The secret medicine will stimulate the ear to itch and hurt, and it will get worse day by day.”
"Only then can you be considered to have mastered it. As long as you can't hold it in and stop for a day, all your previous efforts will be for naught and you will lose your hearing.”
"However, as long as you master it, you will be able to hear the wind and the grass, and you will be able to hear the sound and identify the location, smell the mountain and identify the dragon.”
Wang Hao was deep in thought.
It was indeed different.
In the tomb raiding world,
This skill of recognizing dragons by smelling mountains only required people with innate five senses to train to master it.
And in this fusion world of illusions…
However, it had become a secret technique passed down only by the Xie Ling lineage.
"Head?"
Old Crooked Luo stared at Chen Yulou anxiously,
Chen Yulou didn't keep him in suspense.
"There is a tomb, an entire underground palace as big as a city wall!”
These words made Elder Luo smile.
"Damn it! As big as a city wall? How much gold and silver would there be? We're rich!”
Just as Old Crooked Luo was ecstatic,
Suddenly there was a rumbling sound in the deep stream like a train passing through a hole.
The rocks on the edge of the cliff jumped up.
Then, he looked at the colorful mist gushing out of the mountain stream.
A black shadow thicker than a water bucket spiraled through the colorful fog.
"It's Zhu Lanzi, retreat!"
Everyone hurriedly ran back.
He ran all the way to the mountainside before stopping to catch his breath.
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