The reason why Qing Heyun was able to occupy this village and become the master of this place was because he was the disciple of the previous shaman and could command the snakes. That was why these mountain people respected him like a god and were willing to be used by him. But now, Qing Heyun had actually been devoured by the snakes and insects in the mountain. To these people, this must be the mountain god's punishment for Qing Heyun! It was Qing Heyun's perverse behavior that had angered the mountain god. That was why he was punished like this!
Even those who did not believe in the mountain god could not even stand steadily when they saw this creepy scene. How would they dare to go against Qin Lang? In the face of such a terrifying army of snakes and insects, hunting rifles were nothing. Moreover, many people could not even hold their guns steadily!
At this moment, Qin Lang summoned the Eight Guardian Deities and said to them, "From now on, there will be no more Green Hoop Gang! If you continue to do evil, you will end up just like Qing Heyun! I'm not here to take over your village. You can continue to live here in the future, but remember, those who do evil will bring about their own destruction! "
Following that, Qin Lang strode towards the entrance of the village.
With a low whistle, the army of snakes and insects followed Qin Lang out of the village.
This scene was too shocking!
For many people in this village, this was a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
This night was destined to become a legend in their mouths, or even become a legend!
When Qin Lang left the village with the army of snakes and insects, all that was left of Qing Heyun were bones.
Some of the older mountain people watched as Qin Lang and the army of snakes and insects left in a grandiose manner. These old mountain people all made a strange gesture in unison, then hung a goat's skull at the entrance. This was the ritual used by their shaman to the mountain god. In the past, the young people in the village had disdained the reverence the older generation had for the mountain. But tonight, this young man had filled them with reverence for the mountain again!
This was because these young people understood that what they were afraid of was not this young man, but the power of the "mountain god" that he had borrowed. This power made them feel that their own strength was too insignificant!
Qin Lang left the stronghold, but he did not go down the mountain. Instead, he walked towards the top of the mountain.
Qing He Yun had been executed. After getting rid of this great menace, Qin Lang felt much more at ease. Suddenly, he was in the mood to climb the mountain and watch the sunrise.
Although this White Screen Mountain was not considered a tourist attraction in Nanping County, it was precisely because it had not been developed by humans that the vegetation was preserved in its original state. For Qin Lang, this was the best scenery.
Under the moonlight, Qin Lang slowly walked on the overgrown mountain path. When the eastern sky gradually brightened, Qin Lang finally succeeded in reaching the top.
The peak of the White Screen Mountain was majestic. At the top, there was a huge natural white stone that was dozens of feet tall. It was like a huge barrier, which was how it got its name.
At this moment, Qin Lang was standing under this white stone. Under the light of the morning sun, the white stone glowed faintly. Clouds and mist flowed between the mountains, giving people a relaxed and happy feeling, as if they were in a painting.
"Who is it?"
At this moment, Qin Lang suddenly felt a sense of danger coming from above.
He looked up at the top of the white stone, his eyes as sharp as a knife that had just been unsheathed.
"My good disciple, of course it's me, your master!"
The voice of the Old Poison Monster came from the top of the stone. It could be heard that this old fellow was in a good mood. Perhaps it was because Qin Lang had successfully completed the task he had given him.
Although he knew it was the Old Poison Monster, Qin Lang did not immediately withdraw his gaze. Instead, he was attracted by the Old Poison Monster's movements. This was because at this time, the Old Poison Monster was actually upside down and stuck to the white stone. Moreover, there was one foot in the air, slowly crawling. It was a vivid and lifelike scorpion.
An old and intelligent scorpion!
The white stone at the top of the White Screen Mountain had been polished by wind and rain. Now, it was as smooth as a mirror. In Qin Lang's view, even a real scorpion would not be able to crawl on it because there was no way for it to exert force. But the Old Poison Monster crawled very steadily and very lightly. There was no sound at all, so Qin Lang did not know how long the Old Poison Monster had been here.
Qin Lang knew that this was the Old Poison Monster teaching him martial arts, so he watched very clearly, very carefully, and very attentively. Not only did he carefully remember the Old Poison Monster's movements, but he also carefully pondered the mysteries of the Old Poison Monster's martial arts.
The Old Poison Monster once said that martial arts was 30% imitation and 70% analysis. In addition to practicing martial arts, one needed to analyze and comprehend it. Many martial artists stopped at the level of "moves" because they only knew how to imitate but didn't know how to adapt. Therefore, no matter how similar a move was, it was just for show, a dead move that looked good on the eyes but was useless in reality!
The Old Poison Monster also knew that Qin Lang was watching and comprehending martial arts, so he moved very slowly. If he really wanted to come down, he could have done it in the blink of an eye, but it took him two minutes to "crawl" all the way down.
In Qin Lang's view, the Old Poison Monster had really comprehended the Scorpion Skill to the extreme. At this moment, the Old Poison Monster was using the "Scorpion Climbing City" movement skill. Not only did the Old Poison Monster crawl on the smooth stone wall as if he was walking on flat ground, but his two hands and one foot gave people a feeling that he could "explode with lightning" at any time. He was really like a tyrannical and unscrupulous scorpion spirit!
When he was about to climb to the ground, the Old Poison Monster suddenly jumped down from the stone wall, as if he was pouncing on food. At the same time, one of his feet whipped in the air like lightning —
Pa!
The old poison monster's kick produced a crisp sound like a firecracker, as if the air itself had exploded! Although Qin Lang knew that the Old Poison Monster was good at martial arts, he still could not help but cheer for the Old Poison Monster. "Good!"
It was the same scorpion crawling over the city wall and the scorpion swinging its tail, but when used by the old poisonous creature, they were on completely different levels and realms. It made Qin Lang feel like he was looking up at a great mountain.
The Scorpion Skill performed by the Old Poison Monster was not only both in form and spirit, but also transcendent. To put it this way, the Scorpion Skill performed by Qin Lang was certainly not as stable and flexible as a real scorpion, but when performed by the Old Poison Monster, it was even more flexible than a real scorpion. Therefore, the Scorpion Skill performed by the Old Poison Monster had reached a completely different realm.
"How is it?" The Old Poison Monster asked Qin Lang proudly.
"Better than me!" Qin Lang's answer was quite concise.
"Nonsense!" The Old Poison Monster snorted. "Experience it well."
"I've experienced a lot. Since Master is so interested, why don't you show me some other skills? " Qin Lang flattered the Old Poison Monster a little, hoping to see the Old Poison Monster perform some other unique skills.
But the Old Poison Monster did not fall for it. He glared at Qin Lang and said, "Don't bite off more than you can chew!"
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