As for me, I have experienced a lot of dangerous things, and my psychological quality is much stronger, and this bloody scene is no longer as panicked as it was at the beginning.

Although Tu San was ruthless, his action also avoided putting me in a dilemma.

I don't know if it was the stimulation of the smell of blood, or if the movement just now was too big, but not long after, someone approached us one after another.

Most of them are people from the Zhengyi Sect, and a few are disciples of Maoshan Mountain, but there is no exception, these people are all in a state of madness.

His eyes glowed red, his expression was hideous, and he completely lost his mind.

These people were not afraid of death's attacks, completely ignoring the pain on their bodies, and none of them were exclusive, and the people who rushed over were all killed by Tu Sanyi one by one.

It's not cruel, now it's a matter of life and death, either you die or I die, you can't kill it.

"Oh yo, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid something big will happen."

Maitreya stood alone at the back, constantly wiping cold sweat: "Look at those people, one by one, they are like crazy, they don't want to attack, they are all low-level guys just now, it's a little easier to deal with, but when those high-level people fall into madness, we will be in big trouble!" ”

I nodded thoughtfully, although Maitreya seemed to be greedy for life and afraid of death, what he said made a lot of sense.

Now those powerful people can still stay awake, and once they also lose their minds, this gathering place will completely become the Colosseum.

I have to say that Master Yin's methods are very powerful, manipulating the crow to commit suicide, breaking out the black fog to confuse people's minds, making us kill each other, and it can sit on the fisherman's advantage.

"If the black fog is so strong, wouldn't it be nice if we rushed out?"

The little monk grabbed his bald head and asked with some doubts.

"Oh, how can it be so easy? There are hordes of zombies outside, and once you get out, you may be dismembered at any time if you are unlucky. Maitreya said with a wry smile.

"So what to do?"

The little monk's face was full of confusion: "It would be good if Uncle Shi was here, with his five-character Sanskrit sound, he could completely blow away all these nasty black fogs." ”

"The point is not the black fog, it's the things above the black fog."

Yan Laojiu dug his nostrils with one hand, and pointed to the invisible place on the top that was shrouded in black fog: "From beginning to end, it was that toad playing ghosts, whether it was the coffin, or the crow and the black fog, it was in control." In other words, as long as the toad is killed, the current situation can be resolved. ”

"Then we'll knock it down!" The little monk stomped on the ground with an iron rod, looking very angry.

"How? Can you fly? Yan Laojiu rolled his eyes.

"Won't ......"

The little monk was a little lost, and after scratching his little bald head a few times, he asked me innocently: "Can you fly?" ”

I asked, "Do you see the wings on my back?" ”

Originally, it was just a joke, but I didn't expect the little monk to really run behind me, take a closer look, and then shake his head, and said very seriously, no.

"How can I fly without wings?" I was speechless for a moment.

"Yes...... the little monk began to scratch his head again, and with that simple appearance, Huang Rong, who was meditating on the side, couldn't help laughing.

It wasn't until Tu San coughed lightly that Huang Rong playfully stuck out her tongue, restrained her smile, and continued to close her eyes and meditate.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, if there is any way, you can just say it, I'm dying." Maitreya shouted at Yan Laojiu. The two have been in the same house for many years and know each other's personalities well.

"You can do it, don't talk too much."

Yan Laojiu flicked his fingers at Maitreya with his nostril-picking fingers, and pouted his lips with disdain.