The question of the red Monet, for the time being, will not be mentioned.

It must have something to do with the inscription on the third octagonal stone tablet in the first place.

The original behavior can be said to have changed the evolution of the enchantment world.

As for what exactly has changed, whether it will be related to the red Monet, it is unknown.

This needs to be investigated in depth.

The topic returns to the Ghost Mist White Paper Man.

This kind of distorted polluted descendant can swallow the ghost mist cultivation by itself.

Once activated, the self will change from a white paper figure to blood red.

Combined with the poisonous and cold ability of the ghost mist, it releases small ghost fog masses around it.

The strength may not be strong, but the weirdness adds a bit of depth.

The ability of the ghost fog can easily suppress the spirit of weak creatures, especially when the mind is relaxed in a sleeping state, and it is easy to be suppressed and invaded by the ghost fog.

Creates an effect similar to the legendary ghost press.

In the past few days, Wu Hao has used the ghost fog to plunder the white Monet on a large scale, but the suppression of the ghost fog on Monet's cultivators is very low, and Wu Hao needs to take action.

After contaminating the pair of Ghost Mist and White Paper Man's minions, he sent the former to infiltrate the city lord Clarke's side and wait for an opportunity to act.

The information about the hexagram was also deliberately disseminated by him.

For this kind of magical thing, he secretly felt that it was probably related to himself.

Try it and see if those Monet nobles in this world know, maybe there will be unexpected gains.

"My lord, my brother has already contacted me. Most of the cultivators given by Black Valley Town have already been arrested. ”

"In about three quarters of an hour, I'll be back."

Claire was stunned for a few seconds, closed her eyes, her body quickly turned blood-red, and then opened it again, her eyes glowing blood-red.

After being transformed into a new Polluted Descendant, Cryck and Cleus possess a lot of strange abilities, and transmitting information from a certain distance is one of the two.

This ability is so powerful that it can ignore almost any obstacle at a certain distance.

I just don't know if something like an enchantment can be blocked.

"Hmm!"

Wu Hao nodded and made a voice with unknown meaning.

"Babble!"

The elves of light also babbled, seemingly amused.

This little guy has been getting very close to little Jasmine lately, and I don't know what the two are attracted to each other.

A two-dimensional paper figure, a ball elf!

Completely different kinds.

Claire glanced at the sun elf in fear.

It seems that this magical creature belonging to the sun is particularly afraid.

She is not afraid of little Jasmine, but she is afraid of the elves of light.

And little Jasmine is not afraid of the spirit of light, but she is a little afraid of Claire.

Wu Hao felt very interesting to watch.

For this world, more and more elements are added, and there is a hint of novelty in the strangeness.

Elves, mutated creatures, mythical creatures, grotesques, babies, mysteries, enchantment worlds, and now these minions, and more.

It's getting more and more interesting.

In the five hundred years of the Fog Era, Wu Hao felt that he would definitely not be lonely.

Another half hour passed

Kloes is back.

But this guy is still in a blood-red transformation state.

He seems to be particularly fond of this transformation.

It seems to show that he is a very different identity from the other Monets.

Claire, on the other hand, doesn't like to transform very much. This guy has now begun to call himself the First Godborn.

The meaning is the first descendant of God to come to earth.

Of course, the red Monet was directly ignored by him.

For these weak guys, even if he was the first to spot the trail of God, he only thought that these guys had hit the shit luck.

Relying on the ghost mist, Klers floated in the void, followed by a dozen half-finished products, only a few red imprints of the polluted descendants, these half-finished products could not actively mobilize the power of the ghost mist, so it was difficult to float.

He could only look at Klers with envy from behind, and he was not without jealousy.

Beside them, there were more than thirty Monet cultivators who were trembling and looking at Wu Hao with fear on their faces.

At the moment, they are all tied up.

The chains are ghostly mist that turns into silk threads.

In their eyes, Wu Hao is like this.

Like a demon god who destroyed the world, the huge ghost fog roared and roared, ready to rise to the sky.

Transformed into countless terrifying scenes in the void.

or skeletons

Or a giant grimace

Wait a minute!

There is a kind of black cloud that wants to destroy the city, like facing an abyss!

In the center of the huge ghost fog, it was impossible to see the figure, and only a deep and vague huge figure could be seen faintly.

Like a legendary giant.

Carrying an unsightly force.

I can't see clearly

dark

deep

The scarlet gaze shone out through the ghost mist, and the distorted and ominous oppressive power, even if it was not close, made the hearts of these Monet cultivators completely sink.

It was almost identical to Clark in his blood-red state.

It's just bigger, it's more terrifying, it's darker, it's deeper!

If the former is a firefly, the latter is a bright moon.

There is almost no comparison.

"Oh my God!"

"Is this a legendary deity?"

"What kind of evil have we done, God, why do you punish us like this in Heigu Town!"

These captured Monet cultivators looked at all this in front of them with fear one by one, feeling the cold aura around them, and the ominousness made them feel like falling into an ice cave.

Regarding the ominous and grotesque power aura around his body, Wu Hao may not think much of it, and he has not paid much attention to it.

Those polluted Monets can still bear it, but for these captured guys, at this moment, it is like a needle piercing the bones, cutting flesh and blood, and the pain penetrates deep into the brain and bone marrow, and the pain is simply unbearable.

One by one, they almost collapsed to the ground, unable to extricate themselves.

Even those half-finished products, one by one, the corners of their mouths twitched, remembering the fear that they had been dominated by this powerful aura at the beginning.

You know, they weren't much better than these guys back then.

It's even more unbearable.

After all, most of their cultivation is not as good as these newly captured guys.

If it weren't for the ghost fog and semi-polluted body, it would be difficult to pose a threat to these once high-ranking guys.

Not to mention that most of them were caught.

Especially the Black Valley family, as the supreme overlord of Black Valley Town for hundreds of years, the background is simply beyond their imagination.

If it hadn't been for the fact that Kecles had eaten the city lord Clark in one fell swoop, perhaps the mission would have failed.

Thinking of the terrifying sight of Cles swallowing Clark into his stomach in one fell swoop, all Monet couldn't help but shudder.

Especially the Monet practitioners who were captured.

Thinking of Cleus's strange transformation, his monster-like mouth, and sharp teeth, the existence in the ghost mist in front of him is not a god at all!

It's a demon!

Probably from the Land of Annihilation, the kind of demon that is fabled as a god!

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