Zhang Yang looked around and found that a layer of cyan mist had floated on the old site of Heiniu Village at some point, a little cool, but not the kind of cold of the cloud.

And in the cyan mist, there seemed to be a figure standing quietly.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yang looked at the strange bull head who was frightened and fainted again,

"What should I do, braised or steamed?"

Zhang Yang looked at this weird bull head that was completely frightened and fainted, and felt quite interesting.

But at this time, the bull head, who was still unconscious at that moment, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of cyan liquid.

When this liquid saw the wind, it directly atomized into a green mist, enveloping it in a sudden flamboyance.

In an instant, his shadow effect completely disappeared, and at the same time, a strange scorching sensation arose 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 heart sword.

But he finally held back, letting the manic feeling creep through his heart, and almost instantly he almost lost his soul.

“%^%$%......”

A string of somewhat familiar syllables sounded, and at the same time, an irresistible strong will was carried out in Zhang Yang's mind, directly seizing ninety-nine percent 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: confusing the heart!"

Zhang Yang was relieved, and at the same time quickly showed a demented appearance, of course the bewilderment would not affect him, he was purely curious, wanting to see what this bull's head was about?

"Keep up. ”

A message manifested in the flamboyant soul, and then the bull's head flew again, stirring up the cyan mist, revealing some silhouettes of the figures in the mist.

"People from Black Cow Village?"

Zhang Yang was stunned, there were at least five hundred people in the Black Cow Village in this green mist, and there were also people from other villages, all of whom seemed to have lost their souls at this moment, walking like walking corpses.

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

Zhang Yang soon became demented and then regretted it, because as the intensity of the green mist increased, the effect of his confusion control became more obvious.

He had to unleash a soul shock on himself to stay awake.

It was at this time that an even worse change occurred, when a mist like a blood python came in and tied up all the people of Black Cow Village.

After a moment of 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 the Black Earth Plain, and if he wanted to establish an immortal cultivation sect in the Black Earth Plain in the future, he would have to know himself and his opponent.

Of course, just in case, he still quickly took out two intermediate hope stars in his hands, if the situation was not right, he could only escape from Shengtian in this way.

A sharp prick pierced Zhang Yang's body as he felt a chill in his back, and then a cold liquid was poured in.

Zhang Yang initially thought it was some kind of venom or something even weirder, but then he was stunned, the liquid injected into his body was actually able to quickly generate a very pure aura in his body.

In addition to this, the liquid seems to have some kind of effect on improving the body's essence.

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

It's a good thing that fell from the sky.

It's just weird.

The green mist was filled, and the puppets moved forward, and they didn't know how far they went, and a group of walking corpse-like humans joined in, and the number of bull heads flying above the green fog had increased to more than fifty, and they were like cattle herding, controlling the green fog and puppet humans.

Around dusk, the green mist had become 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 bull heads.

The scene around was desolate, but what attracted Zhang Yang's attention the most was a hill directly in front of him, with a bluestone staircase and a black pavilion at the end of the staircase.

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

He didn't even have to think about it before a name came to his mind - weird.

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

At this time, more than a dozen shadows suddenly appeared, and out of the shadows came more than a dozen strange-looking men and women, some with horns on their heads, three pairs of ears, and some with tails, in short, this is a group of demon clans, and the strength of the demon clan is very powerful.

"Hehe, this time these bull-headed ghost slaves are working very hard, and they have plundered thousands of meat, it seems that this strange certainty of submission has increased a lot. ”

"It is our honor to serve Prince Kun. "There was a demon with a goatee who was flattered.

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

"Prince Hui Kun has already poured the water of the thief spring, and all of them have cleansed the filth and hidden diseases in the bodies of these meats, so that their flesh, blood, bone marrow, and soul are in the best taste. ”

"Very good, this weird is a rare mystery, and it is even more rare benign, if I collect it, and then use it for the purpose of guarding the mountain gate, then my plan can be expected." ”

As soon as Prince Nakun waved his hand at this time, the other demon clans quickly took out all kinds of strange incense candles and tributes, and placed them on the path up the mountain one by one, and at the same time, there were five or six demon clans holding various magic weapons and array flags, and they were arranged along the hill.

In the end, the prince of Nakun stepped forward, held the sword, and slashed at the palm, and half of the palm was cut off, but then the palm of the prince Nakun grew again.

At this time, a strange scene happened, everyone, all the demon clans, entered a strange realm in an instant, there was no sound, everything seemed to be a black and white picture.

"Poof!"

A demon clan's head suddenly shattered, as if it had been crushed watermelon.

In this regard, Prince Nakun and his entourage of the demon clan didn't care, they just sped up and arranged various formations, as for Prince Nakun himself, he had words in his mouth, as if he was communicating with something, and then spit out a mouthful of blood every three seconds.

Even in the sacrificial puppet race, there are constantly people who are inexplicably crushed in their heads, and their blood is as if they have been swallowed by something, and in the end what is left is a piece of skin.

This scene is so similar to the three yin drums devouring the horns and the other six people.

Zhang Yang silently observed, there were thousands of Terran puppets, and it would not be his turn for a while, but he could be sure of one thing.

Even if it is benign and weird, it is not easy to communicate, for example, Prince Nakun's face is ugly at the moment, as if he is enduring some kind of shame.

Finally, he broke out, "Don't be embarrassed, it's weird, I really think that this prince can't seal you?"

As soon as he made a move, a ball appeared in the hand of Prince Nakun, a black and white ball, the ball rotated rapidly, with inexplicable coercion, and at the moment of flying out, the entire domain space was shocked, and Zhang Yang even immediately sensed the reality outside.

But in the next second, this induction was broken, but the strange power was suppressed again.

"Click!"

Layers of extremely tiny fine lines appeared on the surface of the black and white balls, which were obviously slightly inferior.

But at this moment, enough for Prince Kun's subordinates to activate the formation, countless rays of light rose into the air, washing away the mysterious and strange power in this realm space.

But that weird counterattack was equally fierce, and in just a few seconds, three demon clans vomited blood and were seriously injured, one went crazy and one died.

Even the more than 1,000 puppet tribes that publicized them were not left behind, and suddenly, the heads of dozens of puppet tribes turned into watermelons.

Then at this moment, a creepy feeling was generated, and Zhang Yang heard a little girl's voice ask cheerfully: "I ask you three questions, first, who am I? second, who are you? Third, who is he?"