Chapter 248 The second skill, the sky lantern of eternal sleep
Obviously this old guy doesn't dare to waste a kiwi fruit. As for stuffing it into his mouth but leaving it uneaten, that's impossible...
In fact, Qin Yang himself wanted to do this. When he was watching TV in his previous life, he always saw the protagonist knowing that it was poisonous, but holding it in his mouth without eating it. Then, when he was waiting for the villain to mock him, he pretended to be cool and killed the villain...
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However, the moment a kiwi fruit fell into the mouth, it immediately turned into a stream of warmth and disappeared...
Qin Yang could only lament that the experience of the world of martial arts cannot be applied to the world of immortality, although this experience itself is not very reliable...
Qin Yang clenched his fists and walked towards the old guy opposite with a smile.
Although the old guy's realm is high, it's a pity that he can't use his true energy. He only relies on his half-hearted physical training strength, coupled with his old and decaying body with exhausted qi and blood.
Even with one hand behind his back, he can beat the old guy.
"Come on, come on, I've finally jumped into the hole you dug, why are you hesitating?" Qin Yang pressed forward step by step, looking like a villain seizing the opportunity to show off...
"Don't be complacent, young people can't keep their composure and get carried away after all!" The old guy had a sullen face, gritted his teeth and growled, but he kept retreating and distanced himself.
I hope to walk away a little bit, and then happen to encounter the space maze transformation here and transfer him to another place...
Instead, he seems like a protagonist who endures humiliation and waits for the villain to die from talking too much...
However, Qin Yang's body swayed slightly, a gust of wind whipped up, and he appeared next to the old guy in an instant, punching the old guy in the face.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, like thunder, and the old guy's body shone with golden light, like a golden statue. He put his arms in front of him and blocked Qin Yang's punch.
The old guy's heart skipped a beat. He had a bad secret. The expected huge force did not appear. He easily blocked the punch without even using any effort.
The next moment, Qin Yang's waist was twisted, a long leg drew an arc, and he kicked the old guy from the side.
"Bang!"
There was another muffled explosion. This time, the old guy's body suddenly broke through the sound barrier. A white air wave exploded around him, and his body flew backwards to the side with a whoosh.
The old guy's face turned pale, one shoulder had collapsed, and he flew sideways. He couldn't stop at all, and he didn't dare to stop.
If he forcibly stops his body, the terrifying force of the counter-shock will shock him half to death.
He just adjusted his body slightly and let his body fly out. Just as he was flying, his body suddenly stopped. He felt a cold feeling in his chest. When he looked down, he saw a black vine running through his chest.
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Not a drop of blood came out. Instead, where it was penetrated, the flesh and blood quickly withered and turned gray like a plague, spreading to his limbs...
"You..." There was a trace of astonishment on the old man's face. Before he finished speaking, his body withered completely, like a sand sculpture, slowly falling apart and floating away...
"Are you stupid? Do you really think I've got carried away?" Qin Yang sneered...
Although like a villain, saying a few words of ecstasy, then crushing the protagonist who keeps digging holes, and looking at the desperate and incredible eyes of the protagonist, it is indeed quite refreshing...
After recalling it, Qin Yang sighed slightly, no wonder he just crushed an old guy who wanted to dig a hole for himself, and felt very good in his heart.
Thinking about the past, it seems that I have always been in the position of being crushed. I finally had the opportunity to kill a cunning old man with a crushing gesture, and I always felt relieved.
Seeing the old guy being killed instantly, he was kicked to the kiwi fruit vines and died.
Qin Yang felt a little regretful and should have taken it slower. After all, there were not many opportunities like this...
The battle ended so simply. The most important thing was to experiment with what would happen if the kiwi fruit vine was touched by a living person.
As expected, the old guy died a simple death.
The moment the old guy touched the vine, the vine easily penetrated the old guy's body, purifying his flesh and blood and swallowing them clean.
Just when Qin Yang was about to sit down and slowly feel the power of the kiwi fruit at this moment, he saw that the vine was blooming and bearing fruit again, but this time, the flowers and fruits were like a crystal clear white jade.
It looks beautiful, but the smell it emits is as disgusting as pickled and fermented herring. It is really more disgusting than feces...
Qin Yang just smelled a slight smell, and then felt his abdomen rolling continuously, and he had the illusion of vomiting out his large intestine...
"It's so disgusting..."
Qin Yang held his breath, stepped back a certain distance, stood upwind of the vines, and sat at the foot of a boulder, quietly feeling the warm current spreading through his body like ocean waves, one after another.
Less than half an hour passed, and the warm current spreading in the body slowly weakened, and Qin Yang could clearly feel that the origin of his body was rapidly recovering at a terrifying speed.
In less than half an hour, it surpassed the progress of the previous three months.
Even secretly, there is a feeling that most of the lifespan that I lost seems to have been restored...
"Rumble..."
The earth trembled slightly, and the gravel on the ground kept jumping with the vibration.
It's like something huge is approaching here...
Qin Yang discerned the direction and decisively retreated a distance.
After more than a dozen breaths, a black asphalt monster more than twenty feet long jumped down from a boulder and strode to the side of the kiwi fruit vine. The dark saliva in its mouth dripped to the ground, making a sizzling sound.
The sound of the sound eroded the ground into large and small potholes...
Just like the rancid smell, it is an irresistible temptation for it.
Even in Qin Yang not far away, the monster didn't even look at it...
Qin Yang was a little stunned. It was impossible that this monster couldn't detect him at such a close distance, right?
For a dead monster, the breath of a living creature is more conspicuous than the bright moon in the dark night. Will it not be able to detect itself?
The monster has a mouth, and it bites the fruit that looks like white jade.
However, the moment it touched the vines, the vines instantly penetrated its head. The monster roared furiously, but it only struggled for a moment. The huge body, like the old guy before, solidified into a sand sculpture and collapsed into a
Noodles...
And Qin Yang could see clearly that the moment the monster turned into powder, there was a wisp of black energy that slowly submerged into the vines.
The fruit, as warm as white jade and as rancid as a herring can, seemed to have been dripped with a drop of black ink and slowly turned into black jade.
The rancid smell disappeared, replaced by a light but distant fragrance, which made people feel refreshed and refreshed.
Qin Yang squinted his eyes and stared at the kiwi fruit, feeling stunned.
This is how kiwi fruits originally grow?
If you swallow a living creature, and then swallow a monster whose body is covered with a layer of unsolidified asphalt, a strange fruit that looks like black jade will be condensed?
In other words, swallowing up that wisp of black energy should be part of the key.
Thinking that there was still a ray of black energy on his body, Qin Yang touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
After killing a monk from the Buddha Sect, Qin Yang would not even think about using this wisp of black energy.
Instead, I thought about whether this strange vine could be taken away.
The newly condensed kiwi fruit is obviously half the size of the one swallowed before, and its effectiveness must be much worse...
If nothing else, it should be because the old guy is too weak. His vitality is almost exhausted, his energy and blood are exhausted, and he can condense a kiwi fruit.
In all likelihood, it was also because the old guy hadn't had time to digest the kiwi fruit he just swallowed.
It was obvious that the power contained in that wisp of black energy was of extremely high quality. According to Qin Yang's speculation, it was at least several levels higher than the quality of his own true energy.
If you can take away this vine, after you go out, grab a ferocious beast from the sea whose vitality, vitality, and blood are much stronger than that of humans, and add a wisp of black energy to see if you can condense a bigger one.
Better kiwi fruit.
Obviously, the efficiency and effect of eating kiwi fruit far exceed that of eating the meat of ferocious beasts directly.
But how to take it away is a problem...
When this thing touches a living creature, its hair will immediately explode. And looking at the penetrating power of the vine, it is obvious that it has armor-breaking properties. Devouring it is even more unreasonable and extremely ferocious. If it is pierced through the flesh, it will most likely be destroyed.
89 will travel again...
Qin Yang stretched out his hands and fell into deep thought.
"I remember that the first-level trumpet that was just created didn't seem to only have the 'pick up' skill..."
I'm just not sure, now I only inherit the skill of picking up, or all the skills of a first-level trumpet are inherited...
If you have inherited them all, then you should also have the basic skills of life skills.
For example, collection?
Collecting flowers and plants as materials is a basic skill in life skills.
I have never thought about it before, nor have I cared about it...
After all, if you can’t just go to the store to buy any magical flowers or herbs you want, why do you have to take the risk yourself and try your luck in the wild like a headless fly?
If you encounter some powerful monster who just happens to be out for a walk, he will definitely not mind having an extra dessert.
Of course, the most important thing is that there is no need to use the gathering skill at all, and it is unthinkable.
In the real world, it's not like in the game. If you see any spiritual grass, you have to use skills to collect it.
But now when he encountered a special spiritual plant that was obviously not available in the store, and it was impossible to dig up the soil directly and take it away with him, Qin Yang thought about it and suddenly thought of these...
He did what he thought of. Qin Yang walked to the vine and slowly stretched out his hand.
However, there was no response.
Qin Yang frowned slightly, tensed up his whole body, gritted his teeth, activated the turtle shell to reveal itself, protected his body inside, and slowly touched the main body of the vine with his fingers.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the vine, which was originally like a normal plant, turned into a mad dog and directly impacted Qin Yang's turtle shell. The huge force caused Qin Yang to fly back after the impact, forcefully slamming into the hard black stone.
On the ground, a crack several feet in diameter was created...
"It's really useless..."
Qin Yang sighed. The moment he touched it, he didn't feel the prompt that there was a skill to use.
Staring at the vines that twisted and swung wildly like a mad dog, Qin Yang looked a little strange and his tone was a little astonished.
"I have never felt the traces of gathering skills before. Could it be that, like the game, you need to use tools?"
Thinking of this, Qin Yang still felt that he could not give up the treatment and had to give it a try. What if it was possible? What if he could take this vine away?
After taking out the black charcoal that maintained the magic of the sycamore flame before, the sycamore flame has been swallowed up by itself and turned into magical power. The black charcoal formed from the heart of the sycamore sacred tree has little effect.
However, this piece of black charcoal itself was also a valuable treasure, so Qin Yang kept it.
I didn’t expect to be able to use it now…
The tools needed for collection are naturally small shovels, and wooden shovels are often the best, and hardware tools are the worst. Without the power of hardware, some delicate vegetation will not be harmed.
Cut off a part of the black charcoal and carve it into a small black wooden shovel.
Then carve some small restrictions such as pregnancy and childbirth restrictions on the seal to make a small wooden shovel that professionally cares for spiritual flowers and plants.
Arriving next to the vines that had calmed down again, Qin Yang took a small wooden shovel and slowly approached the vines.
This time, before they came into contact, Qin Yang's expression changed, showing a hint of joy.
It was actually prompted that the skill could be used. As soon as the thought came to mind, a halo pattern appeared on the back of the hand.
One hand holds a small wooden shovel.
With a thought, the shadow flew out and dug at the root of the vine. A layer of halo slowly enveloped the vine.
When the halo completely enveloped the entire vine, the shadow holding a small shovel flew back with a ball of light the size of a fist, while the vine was balled up and trapped in the ball of light.
The vines inside are still like mad dogs, twisting and struggling crazily. They are obviously very vital and terrifying. It seems that even if they are dug out, they will not die for a while...
Qin Yang crushed the light ball and completed the refining in an instant. The struggling vine immediately turned into a dead snake and fell into Qin Yang's palm.
As soon as the thought came to mind, the vine moved a little, which proved that there was no problem.
Qin Yang was in a good mood. He wrapped the vines around his arms and lowered his sleeves to cover them.
Qin Yang took back the small wooden shovel happily, and grass began to grow in Qin Yang's heart...
Take out the hardest and best metal material in your hand, slowly burn it with the sycamore flame, refine the impurities, and after fusing it, refine it into an iron pickaxe with a dark golden color.
Holding the iron pickaxe in both hands, he knocked on the iron-hard black stone next to him, and knocked it hard. In an instant, there was another skill prompt...
Qin Yang happily waved the pickaxe, and after knocking it a few times, a piece of black stone about ten feet in size was immediately missing from the black stone next to him. It was wrapped in a ball of light as big as a fist, and was held in Qin Yang's hand.
"Sure enough, I knew that this kind of black stone can also be regarded as ore..."
After crushing the ball of light, the waste-like black stone was instantly refined and its size shrank by more than half, leaving only a fist-sized piece of material that was neither iron nor jade.
"Mining."
After putting away the pickaxe, Qin Yang was in a very good mood. It was a good thing to have two more skills. Although they were only basic skills in life skills and had nothing to do with combat, they were still better than nothing.
It can definitely be used in some special places.
Putting away the newly obtained artifact, Qin Yang thought about it and decided not to eat the remaining kiwi fruit until it was safe.
What you want to get, the perfect ending, you get the kiwi fruit and the spiritual plant.
Qin Yang looked up at the cages of light that kept flashing in the sky. It seemed that these cages were about to collapse completely...
When walking in this maze, you will enter another space after walking a short distance. After walking not far, everything in front of you will become a completely unfamiliar place. When you look back, the place you walked before has completely changed.
Disappear……
A day passed, Qin Yang frowned, and there was still no sign of leaving here.
The complexity of the space maze is far beyond expectations.
"Rumble..."
A deafening roar sounded, and as another layer of the light cage collapsed, the island began to shake, and everything in front of him began to distort.
This sense of distortion and weightlessness, like a crazy rotating roller, made Qin Yang dizzy for a while.
When everything he saw returned to its original state, everything around him changed.
Qin Yang frowned and looked at everything around him vigilantly.
This place is like an underground palace, the air is turbid, the breath is stagnant, and a kind of deathly coldness fills every inch of space here.
There is a thick layer of ashes on the ground, and the tall walls are made of hard black stone. In addition to the metallic coldness of the black stone, there is also a round luster of jade.
Qin Yang knocked on the wall, took out the essence black stone that he knocked out before, and compared it, and found that they were almost the same.
It is harder than the black stone outside. If you knock it with your fist, no cracks will appear.
"Huhuhu..."
Flames suddenly ignited on the stone walls on both sides, and black stone sculptures of various shapes were hung on the walls. These sculptures of creatures of various races all had painful faces and raised their heads with mouths raised, and a faint blue flower in their mouths.
The flames burned quietly, illuminating the passage below.
Qin Yang's eyelids twitched, but he didn't panic. This was just a method unique to some places.
Just looking at these sculptures, Qin Yang felt a sense of fear in his heart.
Beside him is a sculpture of a dragon-headed beast. The beast looks like half of its body, sticking out from the stone wall. It has a ferocious expression on its face, and a faint blue flame slowly sways in the giant kiss.
On the stone wall on the other side, there was an old man in a long robe, his limbs clinging to the stone wall, raising his head and roaring, with anger and unwillingness on his face, and a faint blue flame coming from his mouth.
Looking forward, every sculpture is not a race...
Qin Yang felt chills all over his body when he looked at these lifelike black stone sculptures. He was absolutely certain that these sculptures should have been hung on the wall by these powerful men when they were alive and turned into black stone sculptures.
Their appearance during their lifetimes has been frozen forever.
"The big tomb..."
After looking at it for a while, Qin Yang slowly exhaled.
I have heard of this method. Some strong men leave caves after their death. They don't want outsiders to disturb their sleep, so they will lay out various vicious traps.
One of them is this eternal sleeping sky lantern.
After an outsider sets off a trap, he will be frozen forever, hanging on the wall of the cave just like a corpse hung on the city wall for public display.
Those faint blue flames are the souls of these powerful men, which are turned into fuel to ignite the soul fire of the sky lantern.
Whenever an outsider enters again, these flames will burn to warn outsiders. In the same way, all the traps in the cave will be activated.
The power consumed is basically the power of the sky lantern soul fire.
Qin Yang raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw clearly that many of the black stone sculptures hanging on the walls on both sides did not light up the sky lantern soul fire, indicating that the souls in the stone sculptures had been used as fuel and completely burned out.
No one has been here for a long time...
The power has begun to decline.
This is not bad, at least this cave, or tomb, or prison, etc., has already passed the most dangerous period.
I had seen a record before when I was practicing in Tuomen.
Tens of thousands of years ago, there was a demon named Zuo Le in the wilderness. After wreaking havoc for thousands of years, he fell into a trap and was beaten to death by a group of people.
The cave he left behind was not covered at all and was directly exposed to everyone.
And this big devil has been wreaking havoc for many years, and when he died, he told everyone that all the skills he collected and the wealth he collected were all in his cave.
Naturally, many people took notice and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to plunder these things.
However, after they went there, they discovered that there were traps at every step, and many people died every day. Of course, a very few people gained something.
This naturally attracts more people to explore.
More and more people are dying, more and more eternal sleep sky lanterns transformed by the strong men in the cave are becoming more and more powerful, the power of the trap is getting stronger and stronger, and the cave itself is becoming stronger and stronger.
So, from the beginning, some cannon fodder that no one paid attention to died inside, and later, the monks who died inside became stronger and stronger.
At this time, some people couldn't stand it anymore and called out the name. This was a conspiracy. Zuo Le was not willing to die. Even after death, he would continue to drag people to support him. If this continues, sooner or later, it will become a serious devil's cave.
, whoever goes will die.
It's a pity that this matter is a conspiracy. There will never be a shortage of greedy people. No one thinks that they will die. Everyone thinks that they can go through dangers and obtain precious treasures and leave alive.
Therefore, a cave finally turned into a real devil's cave. In the end, it was because of the death of a descendant of the titled Taoist Lord that he personally took action and directly sunk the cave into the earth and buried it where no one could reach it.
Deep in the earth's veins, banish it and this matter will be over...
As for the stone sculptures seen in front of me, the strength of the human race cannot be seen, but the strength of other alien races can be seen from some characteristics. If you pull out any one, it can sweep across the Huliang...
The stone walls on both sides are densely packed all the way, and it is impossible to see how many powerful people are hanging here as eternal sleep sky lanterns.
Fortunately, many of those eternally dormant sky lanterns have extinguished the soul fire of the sky lanterns, proving that this place has declined.
Otherwise, this place is definitely a devil's cave within a devil's cave.
Qin Yang looked left and right, unable to confirm which direction was going deeper and which way was leaving.
I could only choose a direction at random and walk inside along the dead passage.
After marching for a quarter of an hour, the front suddenly opened up, a hall hundreds of feet high, with a pool in the center. The water in it had dried up, and only a huge cloud of resentment was condensed in it.
A divine light flashed in Qin Yang's eyes. When he looked again, he saw a pool of black water in the pool, all filled with condensed resentment. On the water, different faces continued to condense, struggling and roaring.
Resentment is like substance, constantly rolling.
Qin Yang dissipated the divine light in his eyes and took three steps back, his face looking slightly pale.
Even if all his resentment and resentment were trapped in the pool, the terrifying aura affected his will like a reflection.
"Is this really a closed town? How many people have died before there is such great resentment and resentment?"
Qin Yang bypassed the pool and continued walking forward.
Not far away, I finally saw a living person.
It was the middle-aged man who had been following the leader and executing the disciples in front of everyone.
His face was full of fear. As he ran, he scattered ashes, spreading a layer of ashes evenly on the ground behind him, which could be used to repel the monsters outside.
After scattering the ashes, the middle-aged man chanted an inexplicable curse in his mouth, trying to stop what was chasing behind him.
However, Qin Yang saw nothing...
After a few breaths, Qin Yang's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he saw that there was a footprint on the ashes behind him. Black smoke was emitting from the footprints, and sizzling sounds continued to appear.
The footprints slowly but firmly extended to the middle-aged man's feet. His chanting voice became sharper and higher, and the fear in his voice became more and more obvious.
At this time, Qin Yang saw a black shadow appearing in front of the middle-aged man. It seemed to be blocked by a curse. The shadow kept ripples, as if being blown by a strong wind, preventing it from approaching the middle-aged man.
The moment the middle-aged man finished reciting the mantra, there was just a pause, and a black shadow instantly rushed into the middle-aged man's body.
"Roar……"
A low growl of pain was heard, and the middle-aged man slowly turned around with a twisted and weird smile on his face.
"Qin Yang, you are finally here."
As he said this, the flesh and blood on his face began to fall piece by piece, turning into fly ash. After taking six or seven steps, his body suddenly collapsed and turned into a pile of dust.
"Too bad..." A sigh came from behind.
Qin Yang suddenly turned his head and his body flew out more than ten feet in an instant.
In the back, the drunkard was leaning against the wall, standing there with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
But looking at his weird expression, Qin Yang knew that this was an illusion.
"This person's body is really bad and can only carry me for a few steps. But you are different. I can feel that your body is perfect and can carry me for a long time."
"Can't you change your appearance?" Qin Yang sighed: "Can hallucinations still take over?"
"What about this look?" The hallucination instantly transformed into a one-eyed look.
"Is that so?" As he said that, he transformed into the captain again...
Finally he became a chef...
"You think I'm an illusion. That's just because my power is outside. It's indeed just an illusion, but it's different here. Are you ready? How long do you think you can resist me?" Huanhuan said with a smile on his face.
With a crazy and weird smile, he walked towards Qin Yang step by step.