As soon as Li Hao got home, he went into his room and closed the door. Then, he couldn't wait to take out the wooden box. As soon as he opened it, sixty-four silver needles were arranged in an orderly manner in the wooden box.
With a thought from Li Hao, the latter flew out in joy and circled around Li Hao. After a few seconds, Li Hao's eyes darkened and the silver needles fell onto the bed.
He did not expect his spiritual power to be so weak. At this moment, Li Hao suddenly wondered if he should buy some Brain Gold to nourish his brain. At the thought of buying it, Li Hao clutched his chest in pain. He didn't seem to have any money left in his pocket.
Fortunately, the only thing that was worth gratifying was that he had earned dozens of yuan as a hero saving the damsel in distress. As he thought about it, Li Hao closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In his dream, Li Hao found himself standing in a huge square. There was a dense crowd of people standing in the open space. They were dressed in simple clothes, draped in animal skins, and held stone knives. At this moment, they were cheering and shouting towards the center of the square.
Li Hao followed everyone's gaze. In the center of the square stood nine stone pillars, each as thick as a dozen people.
Between the nine stone pillars, a huge Torch Dragon coiled around. Black scales covered its entire body, and as it spiraled, its body reflected the sunlight. The dragon's eyes flickered with a blood-red color that could devour people. One look at it and one would have the illusion that their blood was boiling.
The black Torch Dragon looked up at the sky. As it opened its mouth and breathed, a dragon's roar spread through the nine heavens. Sixty-four black scales fell from the dragon's body. Before the scales fell to the ground, they floated in the air.
Tens of barbarians wearing animal skins stepped forward respectfully and reached out their hands, which were covered with thick calluses, to receive the scales. The moment the black scales touched their hands, black smoke rose from the barbarians 'hands with a sizzling sound. The burning sound was extremely ear-piercing, and in the next second, hot red blood dripped from their palms.
It wasn't hard to imagine what kind of pain those barbarians were suffering at this moment. Even Li Hao, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but frown. However, none of the barbarians put down the black scales in their hands. Instead, they lowered their heads even more respectfully, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Torch Dragon, who was hovering above the stone pillar.
The black Torch Dragon let out a long cry, and those burly barbarians slowly stood up. The blood on their hands had gradually solidified, and their scales were no longer burning hot. The barbarians placed the scales in their hands on the forging table at the side in an orderly manner.
The blacksmiths around the forging table were already prepared. Their eyes were burning as they looked at the black scales, as if they were beauties.
The scale armor was thrown into the forging table piece by piece. After being repeatedly hammered and refined by hundreds of blacksmiths, a dragon's roar came from the forging table. In the next second, sixty-four gray-black silver thorns whistled out and shot into the nine heavens!
Along with the roar of a dragon, wherever the silver spike passed, be it mountains, rivers, lakes, mountains, or boulders, it would be cut in half. When the blacksmiths saw this scene, tears welled up in their eyes, and they were extremely excited. The barbarians in the square hugged and cheered, their emotions reaching their peak.
Li Hao stood outside the arena and watched the scene unfold in a daze, as if he was watching a movie.
The barbarians in the square didn't seem to sense his existence. When they passed by Li Hao, they passed through his body. Li Hao's vision was not blocked by anyone. He could easily see through their bodies and clearly see the forging table in the middle of the square and the black candle dragon hovering above the dragon pillar.
The silver spike that was whistling in the sky flew back to the square, flying over the heads of the barbarians, and then stopped beside Li Hao.
Li Hao was surprised to find that these 64 silver thorns were exactly the same as the 64 silver needles he had bought. However, his silver needles were thinner and duller in color, while these silver thorns were more powerful.
The black Torch Dragon hovering above the stone pillar seemed to be able to see Li Hao in the middle of the field. A scarlet light flashed across its dragon eyes, and a sharp light shot straight at Li Hao.
The latter only felt a chill on his back and wanted to dodge, but his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move. He could only watch as the light pierced into his chest.
Li Hao suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed. He looked around and saw no sign of the barbarian Zhu Long. The scene before him was clearly in his own room.
Li Hao wiped the sweat off his forehead with lingering fear. Then, he turned around and was stunned.
Sixty-four silver needles were floating neatly in front of Li Hao's bed. The silver needles were wrapped in a faint silver light, making them look sharp.
These silver needles seemed to have gained sentience as they scrutinized Li Hao. The latter only felt a burning sensation in his chest. In the next second, he realized that he could actually read the thoughts of these silver needles at this moment and was connected to him.
Li Hao only needed to use his mind to command these silver needles to fly around the room. He did not need to use the energy in his body to control them.
It was as if at this moment, Li Hao was truly in control of these silver needles and had become their master. Those silver needles seemed to be conveying their names to Li Hao: Zhu Yu!
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