Chapter 624: The Poison King Shang is not opened

Hunting geese all day long, and eventually being pecked by geese! Tang Feng didn't expect that one day he would be injured by a hidden weapon like a flying needle, and he was the only one who used a flying needle.

Fortunately, the person who made this mechanism should not be too jīng to understand the technique of the mechanism, so the strength of the flying needle is not very large, and Tang Feng's physical fitness is good, and the flying needle was stopped after only half an inch.

This scene frightened Zhuang Xiuxiu, who was following behind.

Tang Feng stretched out his hand and took the flying needle off his body, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, because he found that there was a strange layer of face on the flying needle, and then looked down at the injured position just now, there was already a red and purple condition, as if it had been smeared with paint.

These flying needles, apparently smeared with poison!

However, although the position of Tang Feng in the flying needle chā looks terrifying, it is not a big problem, but I just feel that there is some itching there.

Turning his head and glancing inside the house again, Tang Feng found at least three mechanisms, the owner of this house should be a very cautious person, otherwise he would not have left so many mechanisms in the narrow wooden house.

"Don't come in yet!" Tang Feng admonished, walked into the house alone, dismantled the three mechanisms found, and found some hidden weapons smeared with highly poisonous poison and a pack of poisonous powder, these hidden weapons and poisonous powder are closely connected with the mechanism, once the mechanism is touched, the hidden weapon and the poisonous powder will greet those uninvited people or spirit beasts.

Tang Feng is not afraid of these things, but Zhuang Xiuxiu can't, in case she is hit by a secret weapon or inhales poisonous powder, Hongyan will immediately turn into a skeleton.

After searching carefully again and making sure that nothing was missing, Tang Feng beckoned to Zhuang Xiuxiu, who was standing at the entrance of the mén: "Come in, don't move anything, these tables, chairs and benches are poisonous." ”

Zhuang Xiuxiu tiptoed in on tiptoe, covering her nose with her hands to cover the dust surging in the room.

The wooden house is not very large, the two of them stepped on the wooden planks and made a creaking sound, there were already some signs of decay, and the roof was covered with cobwebs, which seemed to be in disrepair.

There was nothing noteworthy in the house, except for the tables, chairs and benches, there was no clutter at all, but at the corner of the wooden house, Tang Feng found some yào grass that had lost its yào effect, as well as the yào slag left after refining yào.

Could it be that the owner of this wooden house was a refining master before his death? Tang Feng guessed in his heart.

There was a xiǎomén at the bottom of the wooden house, and Tang Feng led Zhuang Xiuxiu through this xiǎomén and then looked forward, and his footsteps immediately stopped.

The space behind xiǎomén is even more narrow, with only a wooden bed, which can barely accommodate one person to lie down, and at this moment, on top of this wooden bed sits a dead body in ragged clothes.

The clothes on the corpse's body were in tatters, obviously I don't know how long they had been worn, a cloak with a miserable appearance like madness, two sunken eye sockets, and the eyeballs that had lost their luster showed a strange green sè, which made people dare not face it.

I don't know how long he had been dead, but now that the body had become dry and skinny, the breeze that Tang Feng had brought with him when he walked in stirred his tattered clothes and luàn's messy hair, making him look much more yīn.

This man is obviously the owner of the wooden house. For some reason, he was also trapped under the cliff of the sea of clouds, and died here of old age, and he was not allowed to go out for the rest of his life.

Tang Feng smashed his mouth and said, "What do you guess I'm thinking?"

Zhuang Xiuxiu glanced at him, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

"I'm wondering if we're going to be in the same situation as him in a few decades. ”

Zhuang Xiuxiu couldn't help but shudder when she heard this, her face turned a little pale, death is not terrible, as a Jianghu nv, she has long been mentally prepared to die, but now this situation is too uncomfortable, she can't play her strength, she is trapped in a desperate valley, there are powerful spirit beasts everywhere, you really have to wait here for decades before you die of old age, no one can bear it.

Tang Feng sighed, confessed in his heart, and stepped forward to reach out and grope for this person's body.

Since this senior died of old age in this place, he was probably searching for ways to find out before his death, maybe there would be any useful clues on his body, and Tang Feng would naturally not let it go.

After touching it for a while, Tang Feng was overjoyed, and took out a book wrapped in oilcloth from the other party's chest.

Patting the dust on it, Tang Feng slowly untied the oilcloth, only to see a xiǎo booklet about the length of a palm coming out of it, this xiǎo booklet looked similar to some secret books of exercises, with three big characters on the cover.

Tang Feng took the xiǎo booklet and took a look at it in the bright light, and couldn't help but be disappointed, because it was really a secret book of exercises.

Zhuang Xiuxiu stood on tiptoe and probed her head to the side, and after seeing the three big characters on the xiǎo booklet clearly, her face couldn't help but change greatly: "Hundred Poison Gong?"

Tang Feng turned his head and glanced at her: "Have you heard?"

Zhuang Xiuxiu nodded, and said solemnly: "Do you remember what I told you a few days ago that there were two spirit rank mid-grade masters who fought and both fell off the cliff of the sea of clouds?"

"Could it be that he is one of them?" Tang Feng looked back at the dead body, not without surprise.

"Poison King Shang Buqi, I should have guessed, this house is full of poisons, who else but him will nòng out?" Zhuang Xiuxiu took a deep breath, with a hint of horror on her face.

"Tell me about it. Tang Feng couldn't help but have some interest in this person, a person who has been dead for a hundred years can still make people so jealous, this person must be a great person in his life.

Zhuang Xiuxiu smiled bitterly: "I don't know much, but I've only seen some from the classic records in the clan." This man is a very legendary character, and he has a violent temper and ruthless means, he is a very evil person, it is said that his cultivation qualifications were not very good, so his strength is not high, when he fought with the enemy, he was abolished a meridian, thrown into a hundred poison Tan and left him to fend for himself, as a result, he not only did not die in the hundred poison Tan, but also had adventures, cultivated into a body of poison, and trained himself into a poisonous person, his body was stronger than steel, invulnerable, ten years later, he achieved great success in poison, went to the revenge of the enemy's family, overnight, more than 500 people in the family, all poisoned to death。 After that, the name of the poison king Shang Buqi resounded in the land of the spiritual veins, this person became poisonous and evil because of his cultivation of poisonous skills, and everywhere he passed, not a single inch of grass grows, and people and animals are destroyed. ”

"The poison king provoked the anger of the heavens, and the people in the entire spiritual vein land wanted to kill him quickly, but his strength was too high, and few people could compete with it, and in the end, another spirit level mid-grade master couldn't stand it, and he dealt with him, and you know the final outcome. After Zhuang Xiuxiu finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the corpse of the Poison King, and said with some joy: "Fortunately, he was trapped and died here, otherwise I don't know how many people in the Spirit Vein Land will be harmed by him." ”

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Tang Feng again, and said with a solemn face: "This poisonous skill in your hand is the martial arts book he cultivated, so you'd better not let outsiders know that you have it, otherwise it is very likely to bring disaster to you." ”

Tang Feng chuckled and said, "If you say that, I will have to consider whether to kill you, after all, only you know that I took this secret book." ”

Zhuang Xiuxiu looked away unnaturally, and said a little unconfidently: "You won't." ”

The only harvest in the entire wooden house was this Hundred Poison Skill, and he didn't find any other useful clues, Tang Feng couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Rest at the wooden house at night, although many places in the wooden house are highly poisonous, but at least it is a shelter from the wind and rain, as long as Xiǎo's heart does not touch those poisonous poisons, it is fine.

For more than a month, Zhuang Xiuxiu was finally able to stay overnight on the tree trunk, and she couldn't help but feel a lot more relieved, curled up in a corner and slept very soundly.

Tang Feng really didn't feel sleepy, so he flipped through the hundred poisonous skills obtained during the day by the moonlight.

This is indeed a great exercise, using thousands of poisons, practicing with poison, the day of success, not only become a highly poisonous person, but also the skill is much more powerful than ordinary people, under the luck, the toxin spreads, the opponent of the same level is no match for the person who cultivates the hundred poison gong, the biggest advantage is that the effect is extremely fast! As long as the poison can be supplied, the skill will be rapidly improved. Back then, it only took ten years for the Poison King Shang Buqi to cultivate to the realm of the spirit level.

It's just that there are pros and cons to everything, and it is certainly a shortcut to use thousands of poisons to cultivate, but it is not a shortcut to oneself, and every night when the moon is missing, when the yīn qi is strong, the toxins in the body will attack, making people feel painful, and it is very likely that the power will be exhausted and become a wasted person.

Moreover, the lifespan of a person who cultivates the Hundred Poison Gong will not be too long, and the lifespan of a master of the same level has been shortened by more than half.

This set of exercises is a flawed exercise, and seeing this, Tang Feng has no interest in it. Looking further back, he found some methods of making poisonous yào, which benefited Tang Feng a lot.

With the improvement of his strength, the poison yào he originally mastered was no longer of much use, and the poison yào researched by the poison king Shang Buqi just filled the vacancy and made him look at it with relish.

It is worthy of being the king of poison, the understanding and application of poison has reached an unbelievable level, in this book of poison work, everything can become poison, it depends on how you use it.

Turning the page again, I saw that there was no record of poison on the page, but four big characters on the book: "You are poisoned!"

Tang Feng's heart was stunned, and after taking a closer look, he was sure that these four words were correct, and he couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this poison king was very good at joking. Since he is a poison king, and he is a poisonous person, this book of poison must be poisonous, even if he doesn't remind him, Tang Feng knows about it.

If you are someone else, you will definitely be poisoned, but Tang Feng is not poisonous, and he is not afraid.

Turning another page, there were dense xiǎo characters on it, Tang Feng looked at it intently, but saw that it was written: "No matter who you are, no matter what your skills are, you can get this book of hundred poisons, which means that you are trapped under the cliff of the sea of clouds like the old man, and the old man wants to tell you two news, one bad and one good." The bad news is that you are indeed poisoned, and the poison that the old man has spent his last life practicing cannot be resisted even by a spirit level master, unless you have reached the spirit level of the upper grade. ”