Zhang Yang looked around and found that at some point a layer of cyan mist had floated over the old site of Heiniu Village. It was a bit cooling but not as cold as a cloud of clouds.
And in the cyan mist, there seemed to be a figure standing quietly.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yang looked at the strange cow head that fainted from fear again.
“What should I do with it, braise it or steam it?”
Zhang Yang looked at this weird bull head that was completely frightened and fainted, and found it quite interesting.
But at this moment, the cow head, who was still unconscious a moment ago, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of cyan liquid.
When the wind blows, it turns into blue mist, shrouding Zhang Yang who is caught off guard.
In an instant, his shadow effect completely disappeared, and at the same time, a strange anxiety arose in the spiritual sea, almost causing him to fall into a manic state immediately.
Subconsciously, Zhang Yang wanted to give himself a soul shock or an invisible heart sword.
But he finally held back and allowed the manic feeling to spread in his heart, and almost instantly he almost lost his soul.
“%^%$%…”
A string of familiar syllables sounded, and at the same time, a powerful will was irresistibly implemented in Zhang Yang's mind, directly seizing 99% of his soul control.
Of course, in this case, ninety-nine percent is no different than zero control.
"It's actually a modified version of the magic word: Confused Heart!"
Zhang Yang was relieved, and at the same time he quickly showed a demented look. Of course, the confusing words would not affect him. He was purely curious and wanted to see what the origin of this bull head was.
"Follow up."
A message appeared in Zhang Yang's soul, and then the bull's head flew up again, stirring the blue mist at the same time, allowing some outlines of the figure in the mist to appear.
"People from Heiniu Village?"
Zhang Yang was stunned. There were at least five hundred people from Heiniu Village in Qingwu, as well as people from other villages. They all seemed to have lost their souls and were walking like zombies.
But besides that, there are more bull heads flying in the blue mist.
Zhang Yang soon joined it in a daze, and then he regretted it, because as the density of the blue mist increased, the effect of confusing and controlling him became more obvious.
He had to release a soul shock to himself to stay awake.
It was at this time that something worse happened. A mist like a blood python came in and bound all the people in Heiniu Village.
After a moment of hesitation, Zhang Yang finally decided to continue taking the risk because he had a hunch that the current incident seemed to be related to the secret of Heituyuan. If he wanted to establish an immortal sect in Heituyuan in the future, he would have to know himself and his enemy. .
Of course, just in case, he quickly took out two intermediate hope stars in his hand. If the situation went wrong, he could only escape from birth in this way.
His back felt cold, a sharp thorn pierced Zhang Yang's body, and then a cold liquid was injected.
Zhang Yang initially thought it was some kind of venom or something weirder, but then he was stunned. The liquid injected into his body was able to quickly generate very pure spiritual energy in his body.
In addition, this drug seems to have some effect on improving the physical essence.
Even if there is no information prompt, Zhang Yang can clearly feel that his life span is increasing, at least ten years.
This is really a good thing falling from the sky.
It's just too weird.
The blue mist filled the air, and the puppet moved forward, not knowing how far it had gone. Another group of zombie-like humans came in, and the number of cow heads flying above the blue mist had increased to more than fifty. They seemed to be herding cattle, controlling the blue mist. , controlling puppet humans.
Around dusk, the green mist had grown very large, and the number of human puppets inside had exceeded a thousand. At this time, the green mist finally stopped and gradually dissipated. No, it was sucked back by those bull heads.
The surrounding scene appeared to be very desolate, but what attracted Zhang Yang's attention the most was a hill directly in front of him. There was a bluestone step on the hill, and there was a black pavilion at the end of the step.
This very simple environment gave Zhang Yang a great sense of crisis.
He didn't even need to think twice before a name came to his mind - Weird.
This hill, this steps, and this pavilion are just weird, but I don’t know if it’s benign or malignant.
At this time, more than a dozen shadows suddenly appeared, and out of the shadows came a dozen strange-looking men and women, some with horns on their heads, some with three pairs of ears, and some with tails. In short, these were a group of monsters. And they are very powerful monsters.
"Hee hee, these minotaur ghost slaves worked very hard this time. They actually plundered thousands of meats. It seems that the confidence of conquering this weird thing has increased a lot this time."
"It is our honor to serve Prince Kun." A demon clan with a goatee said flattered.
"Don't waste your time. Have these meats been filled with stolen spring water?"
"Prince Kun, I have already poured water from the stolen spring to cleanse the filth and hidden diseases in these meats, so that their meat, blood, bone marrow, and souls will have the best taste."
"Very good, this weird thing is a rare mystical product, and it is even more rare and benign. If I collect it and use it to guard the mountain gate, then my big plan can be expected."
Prince Na Kun waved his hand at this time, and the other demon tribes quickly took out various strange incense candles and tributes, and placed them one by one on the path up the mountain. At the same time, there were five or six demon tribes holding various magic weapons and array flags, walking along The hill was arranged.
Finally, Prince Na Kun stepped forward, holding a sword and swiping his palm. Half of his palm was cut off, but soon after, Prince Na Kun's palm grew again.
At this time, a strange scene happened. Everyone, all the monsters, entered a strange realm in an instant. There was no sound, and everything seemed like a black and white picture.
"puff!"
A demon clan's head suddenly shattered, like a crushed watermelon.
Prince Na Kun and his group of monsters didn't care about this situation. They just speeded up the arrangement of various formations. As for Prince Na Kun himself, he muttered something in his mouth, as if he was communicating with something, and then spoke every three seconds. Vomited a mouthful of blood.
Even among the puppet human race who offered sacrifices, some people kept having their heads crushed inexplicably, and their blood and energy seemed to be swallowed by something. In the end, all that was left was a piece of skin.
This scene is very similar to the three Yingu swallowing the horns and the six other people.
Zhang Yang observed silently, there were thousands of human puppets, and it would not be his turn for a while, but he was certain of one thing.
Even if it is a benign weirdness, it is difficult to communicate. For example, Prince Kun's face is ugly at the moment, as if he is enduring some kind of shame and humiliation.
Finally, he broke out, "Don't be so shameless. You are just a weird Xuanpin. Do you really think that this prince can't seal you? Do it!"
As soon as he made a move, a ball appeared in Prince Kun's hand. It was a black and white ball. The ball rotated rapidly, carrying inexplicable pressure. The moment it flew out, the entire domain space was shocked, and Zhang Yang even immediately Sensing the reality outside.
But the next second, the induction was cut off, but the weird power suppressed it again.
"Kakaka!"
There were layers of extremely tiny fine lines on the surface of the black and white ball, which was obviously slightly inferior.
But at this moment, Prince Kun's men activated the formation, and countless rays of light rose into the sky, washing away the mysterious and strange power in this domain.
But the weird counterattack was equally fierce. In just a few seconds, three monsters vomited blood and were seriously injured. One went crazy and the other died.
Even Zhang Yang and his group of more than a thousand puppet humans were not left behind. Suddenly, the heads of dozens of puppet humans turned into watermelons.
Then at this moment, a creepy feeling arose, and Zhang Yang heard a little girl's voice happily ask: "I want to ask you three questions. First, who am I? Second, who are you? Third, I want to ask you three questions. ,who is he?"