Village Building Order Frenzy Chapter 260: Mysterious products
Zhang Yang looked around and found that there was a layer of cyan mist floating over the old site of Heiniu Village.
And in the cyan fog, there seems to be a figure standing quietly.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yang once again looked at the weird bullhead who was frightened and fainted,
“What should I do, braised or steamed?”
Zhang Yang found it quite interesting to see this strange bullhead who was completely stunned.
But at this time, the bullhead, who was in a coma the moment before, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blue liquid.
When the liquid sees the wind, it will directly atomize into a blue mist, shrouding the unexpected publicity.
In an instant, his shadow effect disappeared completely, and at the same time, a strange anxiety was also produced in the spiritual sea, which almost immediately caused him to fall into a certain manic state.
Subconsciously, Zhang Yang wanted to give himself a soul shock or an invisible sword.
But he finally held back, letting the mania spread in his heart, almost instantly losing his soul.
“%^…”
A string of somewhat familiar syllables sounded, and at the same time, a strong will was irresistibly implemented in Zhang Yang's mind, directly taking 99% of his soul control.
Of course, ninety-nine percent and zero control make no difference in this case.
"It's actually a modified version of the magic word: Confusion!"
Zhang Yang was relieved, and at the same time, he quickly showed the appearance of dementia. Of course, the magic words would not affect him. He was just curious for a while.
"Keep up."
A message appeared in Zhang Yang's soul, and then the bull's head flew again, stirring up the cyan mist at the same time, revealing some silhouettes of the figures in the mist.
"People from Heiniu Village?"
Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment. There were at least five hundred people in Heiniu Village in the blue mist, and there were also people from other villages. At this moment, they seemed to have lost their souls, walking like a corpse.
But beyond that, there are more bullheads flying in the blue mist.
Zhang Yang soon became demented as well, and then he regretted it, because as the density of the green mist increased, the effect of confusing and controlling him became more obvious.
He had to unleash a soul shock on himself to stay awake.
It was at this time that a worse change occurred. A blood python-like mist came in and bound all the people of Heiniu Village.
After a moment of hesitation, Zhang Yang finally decided to continue the adventure, because he had a hunch that this matter seems to be related to the secret of Heituyuan. If he wants to establish a cultivator in Heituyuan in the future, he must Know yourself and others.
Of course, just in case, he quickly took out two intermediate-level hope stars in his hands. If the situation is not right, he can only escape from Shengtian in this way.
As the back cooled, 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 more bizarre, but then he was stunned, the liquid injected into his body was able to quickly generate a very pure aura in his body.
Other than that, the liquid appears to have some sort of bodily-enhancing effect.
Even if there is no information prompt, Zhang Yang can clearly feel that his life span is increasing, at least ten years.
This is a good thing that just fell from the sky.
It's just so weird.
The green fog filled the air, the puppets moved forward, and they didn't know how far they went. Another group of walking corpses came in, and the number of bullheads flying above the blue fog had increased to more than fifty. They were like cows, controlling Under the blue mist, he controls the puppet humans.
Around dusk, the green mist had grown very large, and the number of puppet humans inside had exceeded a thousand. At this time, the green mist finally stopped and gradually dissipated. No, it was sucked back by those bullheads.
The surrounding scene is very desolate, but what attracts Zhang Yang's attention the most is a hill in front of him. There is a bluestone step on the mountain, and at the end of the step is a black pavilion.
This very simple environment gives Zhang Yang a great sense of crisis.
He didn't even have to think about it, a strange name came to his mind.
This hill, this step, this pavilion, is weird, but I don't know if it's benign or malignant.
At this time, a dozen groups of 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, this is a group of Monster clan, and the strength of the monster clan is very powerful.
"Hee hee, this time, these bull-headed slaves worked very hard, and they even plundered thousands of meat. It seems that this time, the confidence of subduing this weirdness has increased a lot."
"It is our honor to serve Prince Kun." A demon clan with a goatee beard said flattered.
"Don't waste your time, have these meats ever filled the Pirate Spring?"
"Returning to Prince Kun, all of them have been filled with Pirate Spring water to cleanse the filth and hidden diseases in these flesh-eating bodies, so that their flesh, blood, bone marrow, and soul are in the best taste."
"Very good, this weirdness is a rare mysterious item, 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."
When Prince Nakun waved his hand at this time, the other demon clan quickly took out all kinds of 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 clan holding various magic weapons and array flags , arranged along the hill.
In the end, Prince Nakun stepped forward, holding a sword and swiping his palm, half of his palm was cut off, but then Prince Nakun'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 to be black and white.
"Pfft!"
A demon's head suddenly shattered, like a crushed watermelon.
In this case, Prince Nakun and his group of monsters didn't care, they just speed up the arrangement of various formations. As for Prince Nakun himself, he just said something in his mouth, as if he was communicating with something, and then every three He vomited blood in seconds.
Even in the sacrificial puppet people ~IndoMTL.com~, there are constantly people who have their heads crushed inexplicably, and their blood is like being swallowed by something, and the last remaining is a piece of Skin.
This scene is very similar to the six people including the Sanyin Drum swallowing the horns.
Zhang Yang observes silently, there are thousands of human puppets, and he won't be able to turn around for a while, but he can be sure.
Even if it is benign and weird, it is not easy to communicate. For example, Prince Kun's face is ugly at the moment, and he seems to be enduring some kind of shame.
Finally, he broke out, "Don't be ashamed of your face, the mere Xuanpin is weird, do you really think 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 was spinning rapidly, with an inexplicable pressure. The moment it flew out, the entire domain space was shocked. Zhang Yang even immediately sensed the reality outside.
But in the next second, the induction was broken, but it was the strange force that suppressed it again.
"Kakakaka!"
The surface of the black and white ball has layers of extremely tiny fine lines, which are obviously slightly inferior.
But at this moment, enough for Prince Kun's men to activate the formation, countless beams of brilliance rose into the sky, washing away the mysterious and strange power in this space.
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 the more than a thousand puppet people of Zhang Yang were not left behind. Suddenly, the heads of dozens of puppet people turned into watermelons.
And at this moment, a creepy feeling came into being, Zhang Yang heard a little girl's voice cheerfully ask: "I want to ask you three questions, first, who am I? Second, who are you? Third, who is he?"