Chapter 624: The King of Poison is not open to business
Chapter 624: Poison King Shang Buqi
Hunting geese all day long, only to be pecked by geese! Tang Feng never thought that one day he would be injured by a hidden weapon like a flying needle. He had always been the only one to shoot others with flying needles.
Fortunately, the person who made this mechanism was probably not very proficient in the art of mechanism, so the force of the flying needle was not very strong, and Tang Feng's physical fitness was good, so the flying needle was stopped within half an inch.
This scene shocked Zhuang Xiuxiu who was following behind.
Tang Feng stretched out his hand and took the flying needle off his body. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows because he found that there was a strange color on the flying needle. When he looked down at the injured spot, there was already a red and purple patch.
The condition has changed, as if paint has been applied on it.
These flying needles are obviously highly toxic!
However, although the location where Tang Feng was struck by the flying needle looked very scary, it was not a serious problem. He just felt a little itchy there.
Turning around and looking inside the house, Tang Feng found at least three traps. The owner of this house must be a very cautious person, otherwise he wouldn't have left so many traps in the small wooden house.
"Don't come in yet!" Tang Feng warned. He walked into the house alone and dismantled the three mechanisms he found. He also collected some hidden weapons smeared with highly toxic substances and a packet of poisonous powder. These hidden weapons and poisonous powder were similar to the mechanisms.
Closely connected, once the mechanism is triggered, hidden weapons and poisonous powder will attract those uninvited people or spiritual beasts.
Tang Feng is not afraid of these things, but Zhuang Xiuxiu is not. If she is hit by a hidden weapon or inhales poisonous powder, the beauty will immediately turn into a skeleton.
After searching carefully to make sure nothing was missing, Tang Feng greeted Zhuang Xiuxiu who was standing at the door: "Come in, don't touch anything, these tables, chairs and benches are all poisonous."
Zhuang Xiuxiu tiptoed and tiptoed in, covering her nose with her hands to block the dust surging in the room.
The wooden house was not very big. The two people stepped on the wooden boards, which made a creaking sound. There were already some signs of decay. The roof was even covered with cobwebs, making it appear to be in disrepair.
There was nothing of note in the house. Apart from tables, chairs and benches, there was no debris at all. However, at the corner of the wooden house, Tang Feng found some herbs that had lost their efficacy, as well as the residue left after refining the medicine.
Was the owner of this wooden house an alchemist during his lifetime? Tang Feng guessed in his mind.
There was a small door at the bottom of the wooden house. Tang Feng led Zhuang Xiuxiu through the small door and then looked forward, and immediately stopped in his tracks.
The space behind the small door is even narrower. There is only a wooden bed, which can only barely accommodate one person, and at this moment, a dead body in ragged clothes is sitting on the wooden bed.
The clothes on this dead body were in tatters and had obviously been worn for an unknown amount of time. His hair was disheveled and he looked as miserable as a lunatic. His eye sockets were sunken, but the lusterless eyeballs showed a strange green color, which made people afraid.
face.
I don't know how long he has been dead. Now his body has become dry and skinny. The breeze brought by Tang Feng walked in and blew his tattered clothes and messy hair, making him look even more gloomy.
This person is obviously the owner of the wooden house. For some reason, he is trapped under the cliff of the sea of clouds. He dies here and is not allowed to leave for the rest of his life.
Tang Feng smacked his lips and said, "What do you think I am thinking?"
Zhuang Xiuxiu glanced at him, shook her head and said, "I don't know."
"I wonder if our situation will be the same as his in a few decades."
Zhuang Xiuxiu couldn't help but shuddered when she heard this, and her face turned a little pale. Death is not terrible. As a child of the world, she has long been mentally prepared to die unexpectedly, but now this situation is too uncomfortable. She has no strength.
Unable to perform, trapped in a dead valley, surrounded by powerful spiritual beasts, and having to wait here for decades before dying of old age, no one can bear it.
Tang Feng sighed and felt guilty in his heart. He stepped forward and reached out his hand to grope around the man's body.
Since this senior died of old age in this place, he was probably searching for a way out during his lifetime. He might have some useful clues on him, and Tang Feng would naturally not let him go.
After touching it for a moment, Tang Feng was happy and took out a book wrapped in oilcloth from the other person's chest.
After patting the dust on it, Tang Feng slowly untied the oilcloth and saw a booklet about the length of his palm revealed from inside. This booklet looked similar to some secret manuals of martial arts. There were three books on the cover.
Large characters.
Tang Feng took the booklet and took a look at it in a bright light. He couldn't help but be disappointed, because it was really a secret manual of exercises.
Zhuang Xiuxiu stood on tiptoes and peered around. After seeing the three big characters on the pamphlet clearly, her expression changed drastically: "Hundred Poisons Art?"
Tang Feng turned to look at her: "Have you heard of it?"
Zhuang Xiuxiu nodded and said solemnly: "Do you still remember what I told you a few days ago that there was a battle between two middle-level spiritual level masters and they both fell off the cliff of the sea of clouds?"
"Could he be one of them?" Tang Feng looked back at the dead body and asked in surprise.
"Poison King Shang Buqi, I should have guessed that there are poisons everywhere in this house. Who else but him would bring them out?" Zhuang Xiuxiu took a deep breath, with a look of horror on her face.
"Tell me about it." Tang Feng couldn't help but feel a little interested in this person. If someone can be so fearful after a hundred years of death, this person must have been a great person in life.
Zhuang Xiuxiu smiled bitterly: "I don't know much, I just read some from the clan's ancient records. This man is a very legendary figure, and he has a violent temper and ruthless methods. He is a completely evil person.
, it is said that his cultivation qualifications were not very good at that time, so his strength was not high. When fighting with his enemies, his meridians were destroyed and he was thrown into a Hundred Poison Tan and left to fend for himself. As a result, he was in the Hundred Poison Tan.
Not only did he not die, he also had an unexpected encounter. He developed a poisonous skill and became a poisonous person. His body was stronger than steel and invulnerable. Ten years later, he perfected his poisonous skill and went to the place where his enemy's family was to seek revenge. Overnight, that person
More than 500 members of the family were all poisoned to death. After that, the name of Poison King Shang Buqi became loud in the land of spiritual veins. This man became vicious and evil because of practicing poison skills. Wherever he went, not even a blade of grass grew.
, humans and animals will be wiped out.”
"The Poison King made people angry, and everyone in the entire spiritual land wanted to kill him quickly. However, his strength was too high, and few people could compete with him. In the end, another mid-level spiritual master couldn't stand it and took action.
You already know the final outcome of dealing with him." After Zhuang Xiuxiu finished speaking, he turned to look at the corpse of the Poison King, and said somewhat thankfully: "Fortunately, he was trapped and died here, otherwise I don't know how many spiritual vein places there are left.
People will be harmed by him."
After that, he turned to look at Tang Feng and said solemnly: "The Poison Technique in your hand is the martial arts manual he practiced, so you'd better not let outsiders know that you own it, otherwise it will most likely be given to you.
Bring disaster."
Tang Feng chuckled and said: "If you say that, I will consider whether to kill you to silence you. After all, only you know that I took this secret book."
Zhuang Xiuxiu looked away unnaturally and said somewhat unconfidently: "You can't."
The only gain in the entire wooden house was the Hundred Poisons Art. Tang Feng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed as he didn't find any other useful clues.
Rest in the wooden house at night. Although there are poisonous substances in many places in the wooden house, at least it is a sheltered place. As long as you are careful not to touch those poisonous substances, you will be fine.
For more than a month, Zhuang Xiuxiu was finally able to stop spending the night on a tree trunk. She felt a lot more at ease and curled up in a corner and slept very soundly.
Tang Feng really didn't feel sleepy, so he started reading through the Hundred Poison Techniques he had obtained during the day under the moonlight.
This is indeed an amazing skill. It uses thousands of poisonous substances to practice poison. When the skill is achieved, not only will one become a highly poisonous person, but the skill will be much more powerful than that of ordinary people. Under the influence of the skill, the poison will spread.
, opponents of the same level are simply no match for those who practice the Hundred Poison Skills. The biggest advantage is that the results are extremely fast! As long as poisons can be supplied, the skills will increase rapidly. It only took ten years for the Poison King Shang Buqi to achieve this.
Then he cultivated to the realm of spiritual level.
However, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Using thousands of poisonous substances to practice is certainly a shortcut, but it does great harm to oneself. Whenever the moon is missing and the yin energy is strong, the toxins in the body will attack, making people miserable and extremely dangerous.
Maybe his power will be exhausted and he will become a useless person.
Moreover, the lifespan of those who practice the Hundred Poisons Art will not be too long, and the lifespan is more than half shorter than that of masters of the same level.
This set of exercises has major flaws. Seeing this, Tang Feng has no interest in it. Looking further, he found some poison-making methods. These things have greatly benefited Tang Feng.
shallow.
As his strength increased, the poisons he originally mastered were no longer of much use. The poisons developed by Poison King Shang Buqi just filled the gap and made him enjoy it.
As expected of the King of Poisons, his understanding and application of poisons has reached an incredible level. In this Hundred Poisons Art, everything can become poison, it just depends on how you use it.
Turning another page, I saw that there was no record of poison on the page, but four big words: "You have been poisoned!"
Tang Feng's heart skipped a beat. He took a closer look and was sure that these four words were correct. He couldn't help but laugh in surprise, thinking that this Poison King was really good at joking. Since he was the Poison King and a poisonous person himself, this book
The Hundred Poisons Technique must be poisonous. Even if he didn't remind him, Tang Feng knew about it.
Anyone else would definitely have been poisoned, but Tang Feng was immune to all poisons and was not afraid of it.
Turning another page, there were densely packed small characters on it. Tang Feng looked at it carefully and saw that it said: "No matter who you are, no matter how powerful you are, if you can get this book of Hundred Poisons, it means that you are trapped in the sea of clouds like me.
Under the cliff, and I want to tell you two pieces of news, one bad and one good. The bad news is that you have indeed been poisoned. Even the masters of the spiritual level cannot resist the poison I spent my last life practicing, unless you have reached the upper level of the spiritual level.
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