Village Building Order Frenzy

Zhang Yang looked around and found that a layer of cyan mist floated on the old site of Heiniu Village at some point. It was a bit cold and not as cold as a cloudy cloud.

In the cyan fog, there seemed to be someone standing quietly.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yang once again looked at the weird bull head who was scared to pass out.

"What should I do, braised or steamed?"

Zhang Yang looked at this weird bull head who was completely scared and fainted.

But at this moment, Niutou, who was in a coma at that moment, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of cyan liquid.

This liquid is directly atomized into a green mist when it sees the wind, covering it with unexpected publicity.

In an instant, his shadow effect completely disappeared, and at the same time a strange anxiousness appeared in the spirit sea, which almost immediately plunged him into a certain manic state.

Subconsciously, Zhang Yang wanted to give himself a soul shock or an invisible heart sword.

But he finally held back, letting the kind of mania spread in his heart, and he almost lost his soul almost instantly.

"%^..."

A string of familiar syllables sounded, and at the same time a powerful will that was irresistible was carried out in Zhang Yang's mind, directly seizing 99% of his soul control.

Of course, in this case, there is no difference between ninety-nine percent and zero control.

"It's actually a modified version of the magic word: Confused!"

Zhang Yang was relieved, and at the same time quickly showed the appearance of dementia. Of course, the devilish language would not affect him. He was purely curious for a while, and wanted to see what the source of this bull head was.

"Keep up."

A message appeared in Zhang Yang's soul, and then the bull's head flew again, and at the same time stirred the cyan fog, making the silhouette of the figure in the fog show some outline.

"People from Black Bull Village?"

Zhang Yang was taken aback. There were at least 500 people in the Black Bull 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 walking dead.

But in addition, there are more bull heads flying in the green mist.

Zhang Yang quickly entered into it with dementia, and then he regretted it, because as the intensity of the green mist increased, the effect of controlling his confusion became more obvious.

He had to release a soul shock to himself to stay awake.

It was at this time that even worse changes took place. A **** python-like mist came in and bound all the people in Black Bull Village.

After Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, he finally decided to continue the adventure, because he had a hunch that the matter at the moment seemed to be related to the secrets of Heituyuan. If he wants to establish the Cultivation School in Heituyuan in the future, he must know himself and know his enemy. .

Of course, just in case, he quickly took out two intermediate hope stars in his hands. If the situation is not right, he can only escape from Shengtian in this way.

After a cold back, a sharp thorn pierced Zhang Yang's body, and then a cold liquid was injected in.

Zhang Yang initially thought it was some kind of venom or something more weird, but then he was stunned. The liquid injected into his body could quickly generate a very pure aura in his body.

In addition, this liquid seems to have a certain effect of improving the essence of the body.

Even if there is no information prompt, Zhang Yang can clearly feel his lifespan is increasing, at least ten years.

This is really a good thing falling from the sky.

It's just too weird.

The blue mist was filled, and the puppets moved forward, not knowing how far they went. Another group of walking dead humans came in, and the number of cow heads flying above the blue mist had increased to more than fifty. They looked like cows, controlling the blue mist. , Manipulating puppet humans.

At about dusk, the blue mist had become very huge, and the number of puppet humans in it had broken through a thousand. At this time, the blue mist finally stopped and gradually dissipated. No, it was sucked back by those bullheads.

The surrounding scenes appeared, very desolate, but what attracted the most public attention was a hill directly in front. There was a bluestone step on the hill and a black pavilion at the end of the step.

This very simple environment gives Zhang Yang a great sense of crisis.

He didn't even need to think about it, a weird name came to mind.

This hill, this step, this pavilion is weird, but I don't know if it is benign or vicious.

At this time, more than a dozen shadows suddenly appeared, and more than a dozen strange-looking men and women emerged from the shadows, with horns on their heads, three pairs of ears, and tails. In short, this is a group of monsters. And the monsters are very powerful.

"Hehe, these bullhead ghost slaves worked very hard this time, and they even looted thousands of meat. It seems that the weird confidence of surrender this time has increased a lot."

"It is our honor to work for Prince Kun." A monster with a goatee said flatteredly.

"Don't waste time, have these meats been filled with stolen spring water?"

"Return to Prince Kun, they have been filled with Pirate Springs, and they have cleaned the filth and hidden diseases in these fleshy foods, so that their flesh, blood, bone marrow, and soul are in the best taste."

"Very well, this weird but rare profound product, and even more rare benignity, if I collect it and use it to guard the gate, then my big plan can be expected."

Prince Nakun waved his hand at this time, and the other monster races quickly took out all kinds of strange incense candles and tributes, and placed them on the path up the mountain one by one. At the same time, there were five or six monster races holding various magic weapons and formation flags along the trail. The hill is set up.

Finally, Prince Nakun stepped forward, holding the sword and swiping his palms, half of his palm was cut off, but immediately, Prince Nakun’s palm grew again.

At this time, a strange scene happened. Everyone, all the monster races, entered a strange realm in an instant, there was no sound, and everything looked like a black and white picture.

"puff!"

The head of a monster race suddenly shattered, like a watermelon that had been crushed.

In this situation, Prince Nakun and his party didn’t care about it. They just speeded up the arrangement of various formations. As for Prince Nakun himself, he said something, as if communicating with something, and then every three seconds. Spit out a mouthful of blood.

Even in the puppet tribe who sacrificed ~www.NovelMTL.com~, there were people who were inexplicably crushed their heads, and the whole body was swallowed by something. The last thing left was a piece of skin. .

How similar this scene is to the six people including Sanyin Drum devouring horns.

Zhang Yang silently observed that there were thousands of human puppets, and he was not in his turn for a while, but he was certain.

Even if it is benign and weird, it is difficult to communicate. For example, Prince Na Kun's face is ugly at this moment, and it seems that he is enduring some strange shame.

Finally, he broke out, "Don't be shameless, the mere Profound Grade is weird, really think that Prince Ben can't seal you? Do it!"

With a bang, a ball appeared in Prince Nakun's hand, a black and white ball. The ball was spinning fast, with inexplicable pressure. The moment it flew out, the entire domain was shocked, and even immediately. Feel the reality outside.

But the next second, the induction was cut off, but the weird power suppressed it again.

"Kakka!"

Layers of tiny fine lines appeared on the surface of the black and white ball, obviously inferior.

But at this moment, enough Prince Kun's men to activate the formation, countless brilliances rose into the sky, washing away the mysterious and weird power in this domain.

But the weird counterattack was equally fierce. In just a few seconds, three monsters were vomiting blood and seriously injured, one went crazy and the other died.

Even the more than a thousand puppet tribes of them have not been left behind. Suddenly, the heads of dozens of puppet tribes have become watermelons.

Then at this moment, a creepy feeling came into being. Zhang Yang heard a little girl's voice happily asking: "Ask you three questions, first, who am I? Second, who are you? Third. ,Who is he?"