C14 A Pot of Wine a Pill

The door opened and down the tunnel again, the stairs wet and dark.

Ye Hao cautiously walked down. After walking for a long time, he finally arrived at a platform.

The platform was also empty, with only a large door.

On the door, there were also divine patterns and concealed divine light.

The only difference was that there were many cracks on the Divine Inscriptions, one after another, as if they were waiting for someone to finish replenishing them.

Ye Hao stared at the Divine Inscriptions and was stunned.

He felt that it was familiar, as if he could understand it!

At this moment, the Chaotic Martial Spirit in his body slowly circulated, and a wisp of memory regarding the Divine Vein entered his mind.

Buzz!

His ears buzzed.

Blue veins popped out on Ye Hao's forehead from the pain.

"What the hell is this Martial Spirit? Why does it still have memories?"

He gritted his teeth, completely confused.

After a long time, the pain finally dissipated.

He looked at the Divine Vein once again, and suddenly, he had a feeling of enlightenment.

"This thing doesn't seem to be difficult, right?"

Ye Hao stretched out his hand and started drawing.

Once the replenishment was correct, part of the Divine Crest would light up, which could be considered to be correct.

However, most of the time, the replenishment would fail.

Even though Ye Hao had the memories of Divine Crest in his mind, it was still very difficult for him to move forward. He always made mistakes, and his progress was very slow.

As time passed, the divine patterns were still completed by Ye Hao in the end.

Rumble!

The door finally opened.

Behind the door, in a small space, a white candle was burning.

Under the dim light, an old man sat on the ground.

He had a head full of white hair and looked gloomy, as if he had been dead for a long time.

However, his chest heaved up and down slightly. Obviously, he had fallen asleep.

"Zhao Feng? Why is it so late this time?"

The elder slowly raised his head and scolded.

Ye Hao was shocked. This old man was too ugly. There was almost no flesh on his face, and his eyeballs were still missing. He looked ferocious and terrifying.

"You're not Zhao Feng?"

"Where is he? Dead?"

"Hmph! This idiot just doesn't know how to restrain himself. He will definitely be killed and robbed!"

"But it's fine. Little kid, do you want to learn Divine Inscriptions?"

"I can teach you. As long as you beg me, I can teach you."

"I can teach you how to become a powerful Divine Pattern Master, and I can teach you how to become a true expert."

"However, you have to acknowledge me as your master, and you have to give me filial piety. You have to properly serve me! Haha!"

The old man said this and took a step forward.

Step by step, he approached Ye Hao.

Ye Hao slowly stepped back, guarding against him.

"Speak! Are you mute or deaf?"

The old man flew over with a ferocious expression.

However, he did not bump into Ye Hao.

There were two thick iron chains on his scapula that were tightly locked behind the wall.

There were divine patterns on the iron chains, and they were extremely powerful. They pulled him back in an instant.

The old man fell to the ground, his face twisted in pain.

"So you're Zhao Feng's prisoner?"

Ye Hao said.

This old man was definitely an expert that had fallen and was imprisoned by Zhao Feng to help Zhao Feng cultivate.

"Zhao Feng? Hmph! Even the Sky Connecting Tower can't imprison a dog like this old man, let alone an ant from One-Line-City!"

The old man said disdainfully.

"Is that so? Then tell me your story?"

Ye Hao said.

He looked around and found that it was all leftovers and broken wine bottles. They must have been left behind by the old man's life.

"My story? How can an ant like you listen to it?"

"Prepare some food and wine for this old man right now and serve me well. This old man will happily pass you a pair of Divine Runes, and I can even help you refine a few Pills."

The old man said arrogantly.

"Pill?"

Ye Hao's heart skipped a beat. He looked around and saw a pill furnace in the corner. There was a flame hidden within it. Obviously, it was frequently used.

"Looks like you gave Zhao Feng three Tribulation Crossing Pills?"

Ye Hao asked.

"Tribulation Crossing Pills and Blood Changing Pills are trash. This old man can casually refine them."

The old man said arrogantly.

"Blood Changing Pill?"

Ye Hao narrowed his eyes. This was what he needed.

Blood Changing Pill was extremely precious, and it could increase the chances of Blood Changing Pill being used.

"You haven't changed blood yet? Do you need the Blood Changing Pill? Hehe! To tell you the truth, I can refine a Rank One Blood Changing Pill. "

Pill, from Rank One to Rank Nine, the weakest Rank Nine, and the strongest Rank One.

"Rank one?"

Ye Hao was tempted.

Rank one Blood Changing Pill was enough to set off a bloody storm in this small city.

"That's right. Rank One, or even transcendent-grade! You have to know that this old man refined spirit pills in the past!"

The old man's nose was facing the sky.

Ye Hao smiled and said, "Alright! Help me refine it! Blood Changing Pill!"

"Ant-like things, worthy to command this old man? Kneel down and acknowledge me as your master, serve me well, and fill my stomach with wine and meat. When this old man is happy, I will naturally give you a few pointers. "

"Otherwise, hehe. Don't even think about it. "

The old man said coldly.

"Sir, I'll make a deal with you. A bowl of good wine for a Rank One Blood Changing Pill."

As he spoke, Ye Hao poured a bowl of wine and placed it in a place that the old man could not touch.

"Hmph! Are you alright? "

The old man sneered.

Ye Hao ignored him and destroyed all the wine bottles in the underground palace, not leaving any for the old man.

"Little bastard, what are you doing?"

The old man was furious.

Ye Hao said, "Old man, think about it. A bowl of good wine and a Blood Changing Pill. I can give you the ingredients. It was a fair trade. "

After saying that, he closed the door and turned around to leave.

Inside the door, the old man was stunned for a long time before he started cursing.

However, the stone door was extremely soundproof, and Ye Hao could not hear it.

"Damn it! This little beast is a hundred times harder to deal with than Zhao Feng. What should I do? What should we do?"

The old man also said urgently.

He looked at the bowl of good wine, and his Adam's apple rolled. He was extremely eager.

Outside the door, Ye Hao walked out with his legs crossed.

He took out the assassin's storage bag, and a smile appeared on his face.

An assassin was not an ordinary person. There should be a lot of good stuff in her storage bag.

He opened the Inventory Bag, and it glowed with a strange light.

Within it, there was a medicinal bottle that was suppressed by Divine Inscriptions, yet a baleful aura still gushed out without end, and its aura was extremely extraordinary.

On it, there were even words that were intentionally written: Blood of the Dragon's Nine Scions' Kiss.

"Blood of the Dragon's Child?"

Ye Hao was shocked.

According to the legends, there were nine sons of dragons in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. They were the ferocious gods worshipped by the barbarians. They were ferocious and terrifying.

Although the Hundred Thousand Mountains was the nest of all the barbarian tribes, the blood of the dragon sons was extremely difficult to obtain.

"Hmm? There are more here?"

Ye Hao found another bottle.

The same jade bottle also had divine patterns engraved on it, and it also had a similar fiendish aura that soared into the sky, giving it a myriad of phenomena.

However, the words were different: Blood of the Eight Sons of the Dragon.

"There's more here? The Seven Sons of the Dragon? The Six Sons of the Dragon? Five sons? Second son?"

Ye Hao looked around excitedly.

Nine jade bottles, the blood of nine sons.

"This is obviously a blood exchange material. But, this material is too precious. I'm afraid it's something that belongs to the royal family of the barbarian race."

The Hundred Thousand Mountains was rich in resources. So, the barbarian race's cultivation materials were much stronger than the human race's.

"Hmm? What's this?"

Inside the storage bag was a scroll of beast skin, which was written in blood.

"Nine Warriors Blood Changing Technique!"

Ye Hao read it carefully and was extremely excited.

It turned out that the nine bottles of the Dragon Son's blood were the materials for the Ancient Barbarian Blood Changing Technique.

"The blood of the dragon child is the blood of the gods. With the secret technique of the barbarians, it can be exchanged for blood. It is incomparably powerful."

"As for the details of the secret technique?"

Ye Hao continued to read.

"Hmm? Is that so?"