On the other hand, Kerbo also sensed that something was wrong.

The five immortals in the painting are all old monsters, and they are hopelessly smart. After discovering that all five senses and six senses have been deceived, Kerbo also senses that the curse around him is also very likely to be fake.

Even the surrounding scenery is fake.

It's just that compared to the calm spell, Kerbo became more and more irritable because he couldn't find a way out of the fog for a long time.

even once used his own metal copper coins to attack the surroundings frantically.

But to no avail.

Physical attacks don't seem to have any effect on the fog.

And elemental attacks, to be honest, are not what Kerbo is good at.

Slowly, he felt that his body was a little stiff and cold, and his mobility was becoming more and more limited.

My heart became more and more anxious, and my mood began to change from anger and impatience to a little bit of fear. And as this trace of fear appeared, it was like a trickle, gradually converging.

In the end, this fear, like the water bursting the embankment, rolled in, and it was out of control.

"Ahh

"Damn, come out! Let Lao Tzu out! ”

Under the fear, there is great despair, and the heart is broken.

Kerbo couldn't hold on anymore, and his paper-like body began to wrinkle, which was the reason for the flesh energy absorbed by the ghost mist.

As the ghost mist invaded his body little by little, gradually, his body began to be covered with black weird lines, like small insects, spreading wantonly in his body.

Everywhere he passed, the white paper body showed a little blood-colored trace.

And his eyes turned blood-red.

His eyes bulged outward, as if he was about to lose his mind.

"It's a very powerful physical attack, and the strength of my body is matched with that special metal copper coin, even if my ghost body doesn't dare to touch its edge directly."

"It's a pity, no matter how strong the physical attack is, the damage to the ghost fog is very small. Not to mention, being disturbed by pheromones, except for the first blow, everything else is just an illusion in your mind. ”

Wu Hao floated in the ghost fog, looking at Kerbo, who was yelling and at a loss, and shook his head, as if he was disdainful.

It is undeniable that Kerbo, the fairy in the painting, is indeed powerful, and his attack power is comparable to that of a deeply mutated mutant monster. It's just that he was unlucky enough to meet Wu Hao, who is almost not afraid of physical attacks, so he can only hate it.

"This pollution erodes a little slowly."

"It seems that the ghost fog is still a little weak, and for such a powerful creature as the fairy in the painting, it is not a simple matter to pollute them."

Wu Hao noticed that the ghost fog was eating away at a very slow rate. However, as time passed, the ghostly mist's appetite became stronger and stronger, and if it was not controlled, it was likely that it would eat and wipe off the flesh and blood of Kerbo's body before it was completely polluted and eroded him.

Therefore, in desperation, Wu Hao could only control the ghost fog and weaken the sucking speed.

It's just that for the ghost mist, devouring powerful creatures is its irrepressible instinct, and it is very difficult for Wu Hao to control it.

I can only weaken my instinct slightly.

Finish dealing with Kerbo's side.

Wu Hao looked at another place, where more than 10,000 white and yellow Monets were densely trapped.

At this moment, most of Monet's army here, ordinary Monet, has been swallowed up by the ghost mist.

Compared with the powerful immortals in the painting, Monet's army, which was only slightly stronger than the ordinary Monet crowd, could not resist the ghost fog at all.

Trapped, confined in the ghost fog for a moment or so, he can no longer resist the pollution and lust of the ghost fog.

Nearly 13,000 Monet was devoured, and under the terrified gaze of the remnants, inch by inch turned into flying ashes, as if the body was ignited in pain.

The remaining remnants, including those of Monet's practitioners, also wailed in pain one by one, frantically fleeing in all directions, but they could not escape the confines of the ghost fog no matter what.

Some were scared to death by their own fears.

Part of the contamination failed, and the whole body burst open, blowing up into pieces.

There will only be a dozen Monets, who have completed the state of semi-transformation, and gradually adapted to the ghost fog.

Two more were completely polluted and turned into new Ghost Mist Paper Figures.

These two guys, once transformed, seem to be like the brothers and sisters Collers and Claire, who have received some information about Wu Hao.

Then the whole body turned into a blood-red state, opened its dense fangs, laughed, and rushed into the remnants of the army, and began to kill and devour wildly.

Monet, head after head, was torn alive and swallowed into his belly by them.

And with the devouring behavior, the ghost fog is further absorbed by them, and begins to establish self-circulation in their bodies, and finally a little bit of ghost fog is born in the body, turning into blood droplets, dripping out, and blending into the ghost fog of the outside world.

Wu Hao could clearly feel that the area of the ghost mist under his control had expanded a little bit.

Now it should be 190.4 square meters.

Don't underestimate the extra 0.4 square meters, this is why the proportion of one thousandth, once Wu Hao's ghost fog expands to a range of dozens of kilometers in the future, just like the ghost king of the entire main city of cholera in the "Grotesque" game, at that time, this thousandth is beyond imagination.

More than a dozen semi-transformers, two ghost mist white paper figures.

Based on the sacrifice of nearly 20,000 Monet, this transformation efficiency, Wu Hao looked helpless.

It can be described as dumbfounded.

Could it be that he is really Black Africa?

This conversion efficiency is getting lower and lower each time. Last time in the nearly 10,000 Monet pollution in Heigu Town, there were two more successful.

Now the number has doubled, but there are still only two.

It's a terrible black face!

It feels like I've been kissing the goddess of doom lately.

That taste, Wu Hao, who is worried, don't want it.

It's imperative to find more efficient ways to transform.

It's just that Wu Hao doesn't have time to conduct large-scale experiments yet.

Let's get enough of ten minions first.

Gather enough 10 minions, and it's likely that the quest panel will give you some useful information.

That's what he's looking forward to.

Afterwards, Wu Hao set his eyes on the other immortal spell in the painting.

This female fairy in the painting is in a completely different state from Kerbo at the moment.

A yellow circle of light appeared on her body, and she held a large brush-like weapon in her hand.

It was difficult for the ghost fog to pass through this yellow aperture, and even pheromones were restricted.

Gradually, Wu Hao could even occasionally see the female fairy in the painting occasionally struggling to wake up from psychedelics.

And as time goes on, the number of times you wake up is increasing.

Even relied on the occasional moment of sobering up, almost letting her escape from the range of the ghost fog.

"What a great guy."

"Sure enough, the ghost hitting the wall will be much less effective for this kind of calm existence. In particular, having the means of elemental protection, although it cannot completely prohibit the invasion of ghost mist, it will also weaken most of the abilities. However, whether it is pollution erosion, phanthropic habits, or pheromone interference, the effect is not very good. ”

Wu Hao thought in his heart, and was speechless for a while.

And the curse, when she stopped struggling, her eyes cleared again, but she did not escape.

Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at where Wu Hao was.

Wu Hao was taken aback.

Could this guy be able to see himself through the mist?

That's impossible!

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