Parasitic Cultivator, I Know Everything

Water Moon Pavilion.

This is a relatively secretive organization. The leader is said to be a cultivator from Xianfeng Mountain, who has the hard power of forming a pill.

And the standard for being able to enter the Shuiyue Pavilion and become one of them... is to completely refine the parasites in one's own body, thus regaining the dominant position.

The people in this organization are messy, and their backgrounds are even more different. According to An Luyang's description, they have at least a dozen brothers who established foundations, and two high-level leaders who established cores.

This level of strength is already a little more exaggerated than some small sects in Muyun Prefecture.

But even so, the other party still maintains the principle of keeping a low profile. And such a cautious approach made Wang Hao a little curious.

"What is the purpose of your organization?"

"In order to take back the Xianfeng Mountain, that should belong to us. In this process, collecting relics and accumulating strength is a very necessary process."

An Luyang's voice was calm, and his eyes were still blurred.

"Big brother said that the bug fixers on the mountain are planning something, and now they have reached the stage of success. That thing is very important. It is said that if it really succeeds..."

Hearing this, Wang Hao's expression didn't change, but his heart was settled.

He had thought about it carefully before, as the main sect in Muyun Prefecture, it should be impossible for the other party to not know the situation of the branch under his hand.

Trapped now, it seems... there is indeed a big problem on Xianfeng Mountain!

I just don't know what the Nascent Soul is now. You must know that, according to Qian Fang, people from insect cultivators cannot break through the bottleneck of forming pills.

Wang Hao was full of thoughts, but it didn't prevent him from continuing to ask questions.

"What are the people on Xianfeng Mountain planning?"

When these words came out, Wang Hao calmly returned to his senses. For example, the identity of the person in front of him should not be qualified enough to know more secret information... Asking him, it is the wrong person.

But never thought, An Luyang paused slightly at this moment, and then said slowly.

"It is said that it is a relic that can directly elevate ordinary people to Nascent Soul-level strength."

……

Wang Hao's thoughtful expression condensed slightly.

The impact of this news was almost far beyond what he expected.

Can you directly elevate an ordinary person to the strength of Nascent Soul?

It is no exaggeration to say that this kind of thing... Wang Hao would never have thought of it even in his dreams!

You must know that the incarnation of inner demons, as a means of fulfilling wishes, is quite limited in its ability to improve.

And it doesn't work on ordinary people at all!

Many limitations, and also contains chilling side effects.

And under this premise, the demon incarnation can only do so much. Relatively speaking... this relic on Xianfeng Mountain is a bit exaggerated.

The strength of Yuan Ying level.

Even more powerful than Qian Fang, he could suppress a city with a single shot, and directly destroy the 'immortals' of tens of thousands of adult insects.

Can it be made directly from relics? !

With such an exaggerated ability, then this relic must be more than a B-rank judgment! It should be an A... maybe even an S-class relic!

Thinking of this, Wang Hao unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat. He was about to continue thinking, but a painful cry came from his ear, which made him come back to his senses at this moment.

I saw An Lu Yang not far away. At this time, he no longer looked so relaxed as before. He bared his teeth and grinned, the strength pouring out of his body from nowhere, and was lying on the ground at this moment, twitching slightly.

If there is an acquaintance of An Luyang nearby.

At this moment, I am afraid that I must be surprised to close my mouth...

There is nothing good about this person now, and his eyes are bloodshot.

At this moment, his figure has become extraordinarily thin, with only one mouth, the sack-like wound inside can make people's eyelids jump.

The saliva was mixed with bruises, and at this moment, it came out from the corners of his mouth, wetting a piece of moist soil.

His eyes and nose were slanted, and at this moment, he couldn't even finish the whole sentence, so he could only stammer, and finally let out a little whimper-like wailing.

At this moment, a mountain wind blew past, and following the momentum, it rolled in front of Wang Hao, causing his nose to move slightly.

Smelled a faint smell of rust.

...... The inflammation of the internal organs is getting worse, I am afraid that it has entered the stage of internal bleeding.

"The anesthesia is useless, isn't it?"

After a murmur-like whisper, Wang Hao stood up and walked straight towards An Luyang.

The sound of footsteps came from the side, driving the unrecognizable man to look sideways. He turned to Wang Hao, his eyes lighted slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a whisper.

"Medicine, medicine..."

"It's useless. At this point, multiple organs are failing, and there must be problems with the nerves. Anesthesia is no longer effective. What's more... The meat grass is too addictive, eating too much before death is still not enough. OK."

Meat...grass?

Hearing this title, An Luyang vaguely recalled some relevant information in his fragmented memory.

It is a kind of herb that can make people dizzy when eaten. Sister Miao has studied it, but it is said that she has not found any other uses.

That medicine that can make people feel like a fairy, is actually made of meat and grass?

An Luyang didn't understand.

Wang Hao was very clear.

This is a special plant that is more powerful than opium poppy. It is both narcotic and highly addictive, but it is rarely used.

Because no one in this world has ever proposed the concept of 'anesthesia'.

There is no surgery, no equipment, and naturally there is no soil for many medical treatments.

And Wang Hao stood on the shoulders of giants in the previous life. After trying for a while, he has found many kinds of medicines that can be reasonably and should be.

in……

It contains something that is highly poisonous.

"Chlorine gas itself, as a yellow-green irritant gas, is inhaled into the human body and will adhere to the respiratory tract, eventually causing burns and even more serious consequences."

"It's really powerful, but if it's aimed at cultivators, it's obviously not enough."

As a phased achievement~www.NovelMTL.com~ After making initial progress, Wang Hao soon tried to conduct follow-up research.

It is also novel. After he started to record with pen and paper, Wang Hao's memory of his previous life became clearer and clearer.

The knowledge in the book was vivid in his mind, so he quickly got started and sorted out a theoretical plan that was more suitable for this world.

This is the premise.

Wang Hao tried to extract various chemical substances from various plants, metals and liquids.

Due to the constraints of the times, Wang Hao cannot carry out very detailed operations, and in order to ensure his own safety, he can only taste it at many stages.

And in this case...

Wang Hao's final result is a bottle of colorless and odorless liquid.

He stopped in front of An Luyang, leaned over slightly, and said calmly.

"You want to know what poison is in you? Then I'll show you."

He stretched out his hand, fumbled around his waist for a moment, and finally raised a glass bottle that was only as long as his little finger but as wide as half a palm.

"I've mixed most of the bottle with the old wine and entered your stomach."

An Luyang's eyes turned around and landed on the liquid that was clearer than water. Inside the bloodshot eyeballs, there was an inexplicable brilliance.

It's this thing, can it poison me like this?

"It looks incredible, doesn't it? Of course, I don't need to add warning agents and insurance powder, so what it looks like at the moment...is the most primitive posture."

"Its name is dimethyl... Forget it, it's too deep, you can't understand it."

"To put it simply, it has a more straightforward name."

"It's called paraquat."