Garen sat cross-legged on the grass, a subtle black air subconsciously emanated from his body, like a mist that continuously diffused into the depths of the surrounding area.
He quietly sensed the ninth head of the eight-headed dragon. The blood tumor was getting bigger and redder, as if it was about to explode at any time.
Before he knew it, Feng Ling also noticed the strangeness in him, and hurried away without saying a word.
Every time this happened to Garen along the way, he got used to it, not once or twice, but many times. It seems that he is checking his own physical condition, which is similar to those masters among mortals.
But this time it seems something is different.
Feng Ling carefully looked at the black smoke surrounding Garen. It smelled very good and strong, like the aroma of many spices burned together. I can't tell what it is, but it doesn't feel pungent, a bit like sandalwood.
Suddenly he was slightly taken aback, as if he felt that the skin on the surface of his body was a little numb. He reached out and pinched the skin on the back of his hand, but he didn't feel it.
Fengling was startled, and hurried back more than ten meters, and the numbness in her body recovered.
"What kind of smell is this? It can paralyze the sensory nerves without knowing it!" Feng Ling stared at Garen who was not far away with lingering fear.
At this time, Garen's body was covered in a large piece of light black mist, and even his face was vaguely blurred.
"Here it is again, playing this dangerous action without saying a word every time, do you know that it will kill people!" Feng Ling muttered softly. "My dear Wei Weier, when will Dad see you and my lovely little Bartos again."
He became depressed, heaved a long sigh, went to sit down on a bluestone in the distance, and didn't think it was dirty.
Time passed by every minute and every second. Soon the noon light gradually tilted up, and the sun was a little red.
The forest wind blowing through the forest also brings a touch of soft warmth.
Feng Ling sat on the bluestone and dozed off. The biggest advantage of working with Garen was that he was beside Garen. There was not a single dangerous creature in a radius of one or two kilometers. Whether it's a mutated creature or a powerful monster from an experiment. All disappeared.
The monsters seemed to be able to sense the dangerous aura on Garen's body, and they fled away one after another. So every time he can completely relax and rest with peace of mind.
When Feng Ling fell into a drowsy sleep, she seemed to hear a faint cry for help.
"Help, help, hoo, hoo." Mixed with the sound of running and panting violently, there was a faint voice of an immature child in the distance.
This is a wild forest not far from the human gathering place. It is estimated that some children who cannot survive are in danger when they come out to find a livelihood.
Feng Ling thought so, unlike Gallon, he had a good understanding of the lives of ordinary people in troubled times.
Because his two children are just ordinary people, without the qualifications of a silver lamp master, without him, the two children would have starved to death long ago.
"Never mind him." Feng Ling didn't want to pay attention to it, and encountered many such situations along the way, including adults, old people, middle-aged men, and beautiful girls. But neither he nor Garen bothered to care about it.
In such a troubled world, ordinary people have no land to cultivate and various talents, so they can only venture out to collect various rare medicinal herbs to provide raw materials for various medicines.
In many wilderness areas that have been initially cleared, the danger is relatively low. Many ordinary people with money hire one or two totem masters to go out to collect, and they are not likely to encounter danger.
Only the first line of confrontation and defense will have fierce life-and-death confrontations every day.
It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to live in such an era.
The voice is getting closer and closer, and the more it sounds, the more it resembles the timbre of my own child. Feng Ling also became more and more irritable. For a moment, I think of my own children, if they also encounter such a situation.
He finally stood up and walked in the direction of the sound.
Anyway, Garen usually takes a while to finish.
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Garen slowly opened his eyes, and the red light in his eyes flashed away. Still failed.
After all, the ninth head failed to hatch successfully, and the agility had already reached its peak, leaving the last intelligence factor.
"Do you still need to fill up the last item to the limit of your body?" This thought flashed through Garen's mind.
Come to yourself.
"Wind chime?" Surprisingly, he didn't see the wind chime.
The surrounding woods were blown by the wind, and there was the rustling of leaves.
Other than that, there was no other sound.
A small scorpion that hadn't mutated slowly crawled past his feet, then darted into a small hole in the ground.
On the branch of a tree in the distance, the three-tailed squirrel just now was holding a ball of jam covered with broken leaves, trying to stuff the jam into a nut shell with its buttocks pouted.
Garen retracted his gaze and scanned his surroundings.
"Boss, there may be some discoveries here." The wind chimes shouted from afar.
Garen got up, walked straight over, and walked through a small forest. Seeing that Feng Ling was squatting in front of a deep pit and inspecting something, his face was a little dignified.
"what happened?"
Garen frowned and walked over.
"This hole is a bit weird." Feng Ling whispered. Although he is not as good as Garen, he is still an elemental general of the Heitian Society, and his strength is not bad. Even without the secret treasure, the general aura is not his opponent. But now he actually showed a troublesome expression, obviously the situation might be a bit troublesome.
"What's going on?" Garen leaned over and looked into the hole. Suddenly a foul smell came from the cave, he held his breath and frowned slightly.
Suddenly he felt a faint sense of weakness gushing out from the eight-headed dragon totem, which seemed to be caused by the stench just now.
"What is this?!" Garen was about to take a step back. Suddenly there was a strong push from behind.
There was no malice in this force, it was just a simple push.
"You!!" Garen turned his head and saw a mysterious smile on Feng Ling's face.
Strangely, Garen's body was pushed forward violently, but his upper body was only tilted, and his footsteps did not move at all.
For a moment, both of them were stunned.
Garen was stunned by the strange change of the wind chime.
But the other party couldn't understand that his all-out push just made Garen tilt slightly.
"Wh-what's going on!? The poisonous gas of the swamp night lizard has no effect on you?!" Feng Ling was slightly stunned, as if he couldn't believe it. "This is the poison gas that can instantly weaken the five-headed aura totem!"
"Poison gas?" There was a hint of ferocity on Garen's face.
An invisible vortex suddenly appeared behind the wind chime.
Click! !
The huge dragon's mouth took a bite.
Feng Ling's figure was like an illusion, slowly turning into nothingness, becoming fainter and more illusory.
"Idiot! Do you think I will stay where I am and wait for you to attack? I really don't know how your IQ grew. Could it be that your brain is filled with muscles?"
A mysterious smile appeared on Feng Ling's face again.
"You're not Feng Chime, who are you?" Garen looked at the rapidly illusory opponent, his five senses swiftly and carefully distinguishing everything around him, trying to find out the opponent's location.
"Heitian Society's second elemental general, you can call me an illusionist." The figure finally disappeared completely, leaving only a faint voice floating.
"Illusionist?" Garen snorted coldly, with a fierce gleam in his eyes. Glancing at the black hole on the ground, the stench inside quickly dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.
His brows brightened.
Eight dragons and eight heads slowly emerged behind him.
Roar! ! !
The violent roar turned into a circle of pale white sound waves, spreading crazily in all directions.
Large tracts of leaves and maple forests were shaken to the outside and turned radioactively.
There was no movement around.
The black light array under Garen's feet suddenly lit up, and he jumped straight up, emitting a black mist in mid-air, suspending the package.
quack! ! !
Countless black mist gushed out and turned into thousands of mist crows, flying in all directions like ink dots to search.
With a gloomy face, Garen searched the entire area of more than ten kilometers over and over again. After finding nothing, his expression turned cold.
At this time, the surrounding environment suddenly distorted slightly. The surrounding environment seemed to have changed all of a sudden.
Bursts of dull crashing sounds came from not far away.
It was only then that Garen realized that he had been in the hallucination of the illusionist, and he hadn't even noticed it!
The opponent's illusion has reached an extremely terrifying level, and the simulated environment is exactly the same as the real forest environment!
The shock in my heart was quickly suppressed.
Garen heard the faint curse of the wind chime amidst the impact.
He walked over, passed through a small piece of trees, and saw that the wind chime was trapped in a triangular semi-permeable membrane array. The entire body of the array was slightly yellowed, and it was established by the three white stones below.
The three stones have been slightly broken and cracked.
Crash! !
The triangular array finally shattered.
Feng Ling walked out from inside with a face full of anger.
"It's the illusionist bitch!!" He was unusually angry, "How dare you play with my feelings!"
When he saw Garen with an unhappy expression, he shivered and stopped talking.
"This illusionist is quite troublesome." Gallon felt the stubborn poisonous gas lingering in his body, feeling very unhappy.
Even the eight-headed dragon can't completely resist this poisonous gas. You must know that the eight-headed dragon is also a top creature covered in poison, but it still can't be immune to this poison. It is conceivable that the Heitian Club really used the most precious good things this time.
The purpose of the illusionist coming this time is probably to poison himself in advance to weaken his own strength.
The next step is estimated to be a stormy pursuit and attack.
Carefully feel the state of the lower body.
Garen felt a little relieved.
Although the eight-headed dragon cannot be immune to this toxin, it can greatly weaken the effect of the toxin.
Two of the eight heads of the eight-headed dragon fell into a drowsy and weak state and could not be used. The skin was slightly corroded, and the defense of the dragon skin was somewhat weakened. In this way, the power of Dragon Roar was also weakened to three quarters of its original strength. Only three times the size of the two-headed lizard dragon. That is, only six heads can work.
"Boss, could it be that you have been tricked?" Feng Ling carefully looked at Garen's expression.
"It's a little troublesome." Garen said flatly. "The illusionist said it was a poisonous gas called the Swamp Night Lizard."
"Swamp Night Lizard!!?? Oh my god!" Feng Ling's eyes widened suddenly, and he inserted his hands into his hair and grabbed it vigorously.
"It's over, it's over. This thing is said to last for a long time! If there is no dispelling potion, there is no way to get rid of it in a lifetime! It will permanently weaken half of the state of the core totem!!"
(end of this chapter)