Now it is best to slow down your breathing, holding your breath is not a wise choice, once you can't hold it, your heart will beat faster, and your blood will go to your brain, and then your breathing will only be more rapid, and the black fog you will inhale more.

I'm still a little better, I have soul jade on my body, and Ye Siming is actually transmitting a protective layer as if it were nothing, blocking the poisonous gas of the miasma.

After a short silence, when some people couldn't hold their breath, in the black fog in the distance, where they couldn't see, there was a sudden loud shout.

"Demon, look at the sword!"

Cheering together, only to hear the sound of 'touch', between the rolling of the black fog, someone immediately screamed.

"You're crazy! Stop! Someone started shouting, followed by a barrage of screams.

From the sound, it sounded like someone was killing each other.

I knew something was wrong, and I thought that someone couldn't hold their breath and inhaled a lot of black mist, causing their minds to get lost and start to go crazy.

Just when I was a little overwhelmed, the silence was quickly broken.

"Why is Master so good to you? Whatever treasure is passed on to you! Why?! I'll kill you! ”

Another venting roar, followed by screams and curses.

In just a few breaths, the entire gathering place became chaotic, with shouts of killing, scolding, and complaining one after another, getting worse and worse.

"Stop! Stop! "There are people who want to control the scene, but it doesn't work, but the more they help, the more chaotic they become.

"Senior sister! I'm obsessed with you, but why do you like that man, why?! ”

"Senior brother! What do you want? Stay back! ”

"Kill! Kill! Dare to snatch my death flute! I'll kill you! ”

In the noisy and chaotic voice, this sentence was captured by me for the first time, don't think about it, the person who said this must be Qi Jiaojiao, as for the person who wants to kill, it is not surprising that it refers to me, after all, she now suspects that the flute of the dead is in my hands.

At this time, an evil thought suddenly popped up in my heart, I hope that Qi Jiaojiao can breathe a little more black mist and become more crazy, whether it is infighting or colliding with someone who is in the middle of the door, it is best to die in the chaos.

As long as she's dead, I'll have one less confidant, and it won't implicate me.

The turmoil grew louder and louder, and apart from the calm on our side, the people on both sides fell into infighting and began to kill each other, and the sound of crazy roars was like a revenge for killing their fathers and wives.

Among us, the highest Taoist is Tu San, who does not listen to what is going on outside the window, clasps his hands, and closes his eyes there, looking extremely relaxed.

Huang Rong sat cross-legged on the ground, with a red rune paper pasted on her head, and her face was expressionless, as if she was asleep.

The little monk's expression did not change, and he kept standing behind me, with a solemn and majestic look on his fleshy face.

As for the two of Maitreya, they share a gas mask, you wear it and take a few breaths, and I wear it for a few breaths, and the cooperation is quite good.

Judging by their relatively relaxed expressions, the gas mask seemed to have some effect, but it didn't last long.

As time passed, the scene became more and more chaotic, and more people lost their grip and began to go crazy.

"Die! Give me all the death! ”

In the midst of the black mist, there was a sudden roar from an unseen place, followed by a rush of footsteps, which seemed to be rapidly approaching us.

I was shocked and looked at it with a wary expression.