Resurrection of spiritual energy: you become stronger when you quarrel with others

As soon as Lin Haochu got home, he went into his room and closed the door. Then he couldn't wait to take out the wooden box. As soon as he opened it, sixty-four silver needles were arranged in an orderly manner in the wooden box.

Lin Haochu's mind moved, and the latter flew out with joy and circled around Lin Haochu. It didn't last for a few seconds, Lin Haochu's eyes went black, and the silver needles fell on the bed one after another.

I didn't expect that my mental strength was so weak. At this time, Lin Haochu suddenly considered whether he should buy some brain gold to supplement his brain? When he thought of buying it, Lin Haochu covered his chest with a painful face. It seemed that he had no money in his pocket.

Fortunately, the only consolation was that he earned dozens of pocket money by being a hero and saving a beauty. Thinking about it, Lin Haochu closed his eyes and lay down and fell asleep.

In his dream, Lin Haochu found himself standing in a huge square. There were dense crowds of people standing on the open ground. They were dressed in simple clothes, covered with animal skins, and holding stone knives. At this moment, they were cheering and roaring towards the center of the square.

Lin Haochu followed the gazes of the crowd and looked��There are nine stone pillars standing in the center of the square. Each stone pillar is as thick as ten people surrounded by it.

Between the nine stone pillars, a huge candle dragon coiled around it, with black scales covering its body. The dragon's body reflected the light in the sunlight as it circled. The dragon's eyes sparkled with a biting scarlet color, giving people the illusion of blood boiling just by looking at it.

The black candle dragon looked up at the sky, and when it opened its mouth to breathe, a dragon roar spread throughout the sky. Sixty-four scales glowing with black light fell down from the dragon's body. The scale armor automatically floats in mid-air just before it hits the ground.

Dozens of barbarians wearing animal skins came forward respectfully, reaching out to take the scales with their calloused hands. The moment they took the black scale armor, bursts of black smoke erupted from the hands of the barbarians with a"squeaking" sound, and the burning sound was extremely harsh. The next second, hot red blood slipped from the palms of their hands drop by drop..

It is not difficult to imagine the pain those barbarians were suffering at this moment. Lin Haochu, who was watching from the audience, couldn't help but frown. However, none of the barbarians put down the black scale armor in their hands. Instead, they lowered their heads more respectfully, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the candle dragon hovering on the stone pillar.

The black candle dragon groaned, and the burly barbarians slowly stood up. The blood in their hands had gradually solidified, and the scales were no longer hot. The barbarians sent the scale armor in their hands to the forging platform nearby in an orderly manner.

The casters who had been prepared around the forging platform looked at the black scales with fiery eyes, as if they were beauties who had taken off their clothes.

The scales were thrown into the forging platform piece by piece. After being repeatedly beaten and refined by hundreds of casters, a dragon roar came from the forging platform, and in the next second, sixty-four gray-black silver thorns roared out, straight into the forging. Rush to the sky!

Accompanied by the sound of the dragon's roar, all the mountains, rivers, lakes, mountains and boulders that the silver thorn passed through were cut off. The casters looked at this scene with tears in their eyes and were very excited. The barbarians watching in the square hugged and cheered, and their emotions reached their peak.

Lin Haochu stood outside the venue, staring blankly at this scene, as if he was watching a movie.

The barbarians in the square didn't seem to feel his presence. When they passed by Lin Haochu, they all passed by him. Lin Haochu's sight would not be blocked by anyone. He could easily penetrate their bodies and clearly see the forging platform in the center of the square and the black candle dragon hovering above the dragon pillar.

The silver thorns roaring in the sky flew back to the square again, leaping over the heads of the barbarians, and then stopped around Lin Haochu.

Lin Haochu was surprised to find that the sixty-four silver needles were exactly the same as the sixty-four silver needles he bought, except that his own silver needles were thinner and duller in color, and these silver needles were More powerful.

The black candle dragon hovering on the stone pillar seemed to be able to see Lin Haochu in the field. The scarlet in the dragon's eyes flashed past, and a ray of light shot straight towards Lin Haochu.

The latter felt a chill on his back and wanted to dodge, but his body seemed to be frozen and unable to move. He could only watch the light piercing his chest.

Lin Haochu opened his eyes suddenly, jumped up from the bed, raised his eyes and looked around. There was no other barbarian Zhulong anywhere. The scene in front of him was clearly in his room.

Lin Haochu was so frightened that he stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Then he glanced away and the whole person was stunned.

Sixty-four silver needles were floating neatly in front of Lin Haochu's bed at the moment. The silver needles were wrapped in a faint silver light, making them look sharp.

These silver needles looked at Lin Haochu as if they had opened up their spiritual wisdom. The latter only felt a burning sensation in his chest, and the next second, he found that he could actually understand what these silver needles were thinking at the moment, and they were connected to his soul.

Lin Haochu could direct these silver needles to whiz around the room with just a thought, without using the energy in his body to control them.

It seemed that at this moment, Lin Haochu truly took control of these silver needles and became their master. And those silver needles seemed to be conveying their names to Lin Haochu: Zhu Yu!