Chapter 261: Mysterious Strangeness
Zhang Yang looked around and found that a layer of green mist had floated over the site of the Black Bull Village. It was a little cold, but not as cold as a cloud of yin energy.
And in the green mist, there seemed to be a figure standing quietly.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Yang looked at the strange bull head that had fainted from fear again, "How should I prepare it, braise it or steam it?"
Zhang Yang found it quite interesting to see the strange bull head that was completely frightened out of its wits.
But at this moment, the bull head that was unconscious the moment before suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a large mouthful of green liquid.
The liquid immediately turned into green mist when it came into contact with the wind, enveloping Zhang Yang who was caught off guard.
In an instant, the effect of his shadow completely disappeared, and at the same time, a strange burning sensation arose in his 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 let the feeling of madness spread in his heart. In an instant, 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 taking away 99% of his soul control.
Of course, in this case, there is no difference between 99 percent and zero control.
"It's actually a modified version of the magic word: Confused Mind!"
Zhang Yang was relieved, and quickly acted stupid. The magic words of bewilderment certainly had no effect on him. He was just curious and wanted to see what this bull head was. "Follow me."
A piece of information appeared in Zhang Yang's soul, and then the bull head flew up again, stirring up the green mist, revealing some outlines of the human figure in the mist.
"People from Black Bull Village?"
Zhang Yang was stunned. There were at least five hundred people from Heiniu Village in the green mist, and there were also people from other villages. At this moment, they all seemed to have lost their souls and were walking like zombies.
But apart from these, there were more bull heads flying in the green mist.
Zhang Yang soon merged into it in a daze, and then he regretted it, because as the green mist became thicker, the confusing and controlling effect on him became more obvious.
He had to release a soul shock to himself to stay awake.
It was at this time that a worse change occurred. A bloody python-like mist came in and bound up all the people in Heiniu Village.
After a moment's hesitation, Zhang Yang finally decided to continue the adventure, because he had a hunch that the current matter seemed to be related to the secret of Heituyuan. If he wanted to establish a sect of immortal cultivation in Heituyuan in the future, he would have to know himself and the enemy.
Of course, just in case, he quickly took out two intermediate stars of hope in his hand. If the situation was not right, he could only escape in this way.
Zhang Yang felt a chill on his back, and a sharp thorn pierced his body, followed by an icy liquid being injected into it.
Zhang Yang initially thought that this was some kind of venom or something even stranger, 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 liquid seems to have some effect of improving the body's essence.
Even without any information prompts, Zhang Yang could clearly feel that his lifespan was increasing, at least ten years.
This is truly a godsend.
It's just too weird.
The green mist filled the air, and the puppets moved forward. It was unknown how far they had gone before another group of zombie-like humans joined in. The number of bull heads flying above the green mist had increased to more than fifty. They controlled the green mist and the puppet humans as if they were herding cattle.
Around dusk, the green mist had become very large, and the number of puppet humans inside 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 desolate, but what attracted Zhang Yang's attention most was a small hill in front of him. There was a bluestone staircase on the hill, and at the end of the staircase there was a black pavilion.
This simple environment gave Zhang Yang a great sense of crisis.
He didn't even need to think about it, a name popped into his mind - Weird.
This hill, these 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 emerged, and more than a dozen men and women with strange appearances walked out of the shadows. Some had horns on their heads, some had three pairs of ears, and some had tails. In short, they were a group of monsters, and they were all very powerful.
"Hehe, these minotaur slaves worked really hard this time, and actually looted thousands of pieces of meat. It seems that our chances of subduing this monster have increased a lot this time."
"It is our honor to work for Prince Kun." A demon with a goatee said flatteredly.
"Don't waste time. Have these meats been fed with stolen spring water?"
"Reporting to Prince Kun, they have all been filled with stolen spring water, which has cleansed the filth and hidden diseases in the bodies of these meats, making their meat, blood, bone marrow, and souls taste the best."
"Very good, this strange thing is a rare mysterious product, and it is even rarer to be of good nature. If I collect it and use it to guard the mountain gate, then my grand plan will be ready."
Prince Kun waved his hand at this time, and the other monsters quickly took out all kinds of strange incense and candles, and offerings, and placed them one by one on the path leading up the mountain. At the same time, five or six monsters held all kinds of magic weapons and formation flags and set them up along the hill.
Finally, Prince Na Kun stepped forward, holding the sword, and slashed across the palm. Half of the palm was cut off, but Prince Na Kun's palm grew out again immediately.
At this moment, a strange scene happened. All people, all monsters, entered a strange realm in an instant. There was no sound, and everything seemed in black and white.
"puff!"
The head of a demon suddenly shattered, like a crushed watermelon.
Prince Kun and his group of demons did not care about this situation. They just sped up the arrangement of various formations. As for Prince Kun himself, he was muttering something as if he was communicating with something, and then he spat out blood every three seconds.
Even among the puppet humans who were offered as sacrifices, people had their heads crushed for no apparent reason, and their blood and energy seemed to be swallowed up by something, and in the end all that was left was a piece of skin.
This scene is so similar to the scene where Sanyin Drum swallowed Niu Jiao and six others.
Zhang Yang observed silently. There were thousands of human puppets, and it would not be his turn for a while. However, he was sure of one thing.
Even if it is a benign weirdness, it is difficult to communicate. For example, Prince Kun's face looks very ugly at the moment, as if he is enduring some great humiliation.
Finally, he exploded, "Don't be shameless, you are just a mysterious monster, do you really think that I can't seal you? Do it!"
As soon as he said "action", a ball appeared in Prince Kun's hand, a black and white ball, which was spinning rapidly, carrying an inexplicable pressure. The moment it flew out, the entire space was shaken, and Zhang Yang even immediately sensed the reality outside.
But the next second, the sensation was broken, and the strange force suppressed it again.
“Ka-ka-ka!”
Layers of extremely tiny lines appeared on the surface of the black and white ball, which was obviously 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 space.
But the strange counterattack was equally fierce. In just a few seconds, three monsters vomited blood and were seriously injured, one went crazy, and one died.
Even Zhang Yang and his group of more than a thousand puppet humans were not left behind. With a few bangs, the heads of dozens of puppet humans turned into watermelons.
Then at this moment, a creepy feeling was generated. Zhang Yang heard a little girl's voice cheerfully asking: "I have three questions for you. First, who am I? Second, who are you? Third, who is he?"
(End of this chapter)
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