In the afternoon, the weather was gloomy again. The rare warm winter sun is blocked behind the clouds.

In the hut, Wang Qian held a brush, using cinnabar as ink, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote spells.

Only this time it was not yellow paper, but one of his old clothes.

The last time he had an idea, he tried it a few times, and wanted to write multiple "Golden Armor Mantras" on the same piece of clothing, but the results were not ideal, so he was ready to continue trying when he was free.

The next pen is like flowing water, and the mana and the aura of heaven and earth after themselves are fused into the brush.

In a flash of brilliance, a "golden armor spell" soon appeared on the old clothes. Then Wang Qian turned this one over, and began to write the "Golden Armor Mantra" on the reverse side.

The moment this spell was written, the whole garment was torn apart and turned into pieces.

"I still can't withstand the power of the two spells."

Wang Qian smiled, not the slightest discouragement.

After putting away all these messy things, Wang Qian mobilized the true yuan in his body to gather on his fingers, and then drew talismans in the void.

With the finger as the pen and the mana as the ink,

In mid-air, a spell appeared out of thin air, as if a smooth light was intertwined, and before it was halfway through, it began to tremble violently, and suddenly dispersed, setting off a gust of wind in a small area.

"Well, it's still almost hot."

This is in the mountains in the past few days, in addition to Qi refining and cultivation, he has discovered a new thing, or a new direction, the cultivation direction of Fu Gong.

No longer confined to cinnabar and yellow paper, with its own mana as ink, relying on all things in heaven and earth, you can draw symbols.

Daily practice, chanting, experimentation.

A few days later, someone went up the mountain again, but this time it was Li Li who went up the mountain, and he brought nine scriptures, six of which were ancient books and three were modern scriptures.

Wang Qian looked through it, left three scriptures, and returned the rest to Li Li.

"I'm going to meditate in the mountains, so I won't come in the future."

Listening to Wang Gan's words, Li Li chuckled in his heart.

"What's going on, I'm not happy with myself, do you notice something?"

When he went down the mountain, Li Li's expression was still a little trance and uneasy, he didn't want to cut off contact with Wang Qian like this, no one would want to cut off contact with such a master with extraordinary means.

"Why, exactly, is it just that I am so much myself?"

He kept thinking about it, asking himself, and when he walked to the foot of the mountain, he called He Yuan, and was relieved to learn that Wang Qian also said the same thing to He Yuan when the other party went up the mountain a few days ago.

"It's not just about me." He let out a long sigh of relief.

"When did you take your relationship with him so seriously!"

Seeing that there were still people going up the mountain, Wang Gan found a mountain stone and prepared to engrave a few words on it and put it in a more conspicuous position on the mountain road.

"Laifu, what do you say is good to engrave?"

The earth dog stared at the stone thoughtfully.

"Write stop? It's a bit blunt, and the meaning is not clear enough, if you have, just write the words "don't see the guest"! ”

Wang Qian entered the hut and prepared to find tools to engrave the lettering.

"Hey, can I use my finger to carve words on this stone?" He looked at his palms and thought of some of the classic scenes in the movie where he carved words on stone with his fingers.

"Try it."

He urged his true element to circulate, and his fingers tentatively pressed the rock, clicking, and a clear finger print was immediately left on the rock.

Sure enough,

Next, he pointed to the sword and wrote on the rock, and the stone chips fell one after another, and after a while, three strong and powerful characters appeared on the rock, "no guest".

"Well, yes, yes!" He was still very satisfied with his technique.

Then he pressed the rock to a very conspicuous position on the mountain road a hundred meters away from the hut. Make sure that anyone who walks up the trail can see the stone.

Down the mountain, somewhere in the middle of a secret base.

A group of experts surround the outside of a high-strength special material to create a prison, and inside is the monster that escaped from under the ancient tomb of Beihe.

"We've taken samples of his body tissues and blood, and the blood in his body is completely different from that of humans, and by comparing it with the information in the database, the blood composition in his body is somewhat similar to that of snakes." An expert is giving a debriefing.

"What's the sarcoma in his chest?" A middle-aged man with a resolute face pointed to the monster's chest.

"Our preliminary judgment is that it is a mutated meat reishi."

"Meat Ganoderma lucidum, Tai Sui?" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned.

"Yes, but it's not exactly the same as the Tai Sui we've found so far."

"It's been more than 400 years, why is he still alive?"

"We judged it because the unique blood-colored liquid in his coffin had some kind of magical effect, keeping his body alive."

"What about thinking? Does it have a complete mental consciousness? ”

"We examined his brain tissue, although its brain tissue still has a certain amount of activity, but it has been mutated, compared with a normal person's brain, his brain tissue has shrunk by nearly half in size, and some of the functional areas on it have been completely destroyed, so it is now not fully conscious, killed, bloodthirsty, completely because of the needs of the body."

"Why is it not afraid of bullets, it is so fast?"

"That's because the body has been mutated, its skin, muscles, and bones have all been mutated, and the toughness of its skin is comparable to that of some alloy steels, and it can completely block the design of small-caliber weapons at close range, and the density of his muscles and bones is more than ten times that of a normal person, which gives it a strong explosive power and the ability to resist hits."

"The tiger's bones are five times denser than humans, and his ability to resist blows is ten times that of humans, and he is faster, more powerful, and more powerful than tigers!"

"What about the composition of the blood-colored liquid in that coffin?"

"We are still analyzing, the main ingredients in it are somewhat similar to snake blood, but the viscosity is greater, and these blood are still active now!"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned when he heard this, and turned his head to stare at the monster in the cage, not knowing what he was thinking.

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In one corner, a young man wearing a mask squinted at the monster in the cage.

"I'm finally here, and the procedures are even more difficult than I thought!"

Shen Jiangcheng on the side didn't speak, quietly looking at the monster in the cage.

"Man" who has lived for more than 400 years!