It was a day of turning heads.

At the moment when Mu Yang lost all hope, he successfully fused with the mysterious eyeball taken from the Dream Garden, and he finally had his own soul weapon.

At this moment, even if others don't say it, Mu Yang knows that his left eye has undergone an almost bizarre change.

That's the new force. He didn't know where it would take him, or even what role it would play on this battlefield.

How should I use this soul weapon, or rather, this eye?

He thought it was similar to the power of the cursed telekinesis' "Hitomi Jutsu", and when he tried to open his left eye and look at the polluters who were pouring up at the end of the hallway, something even more shocking happened—

Patches of polluters fell to their knees and bowed their ugly countenances to him reverently.

Wherever his gaze touched, all enemies became his subjects.

Hundreds of polluters knelt down in the aisles, in line with the corpses of their own species that had fallen beneath their feet, so that the polluters who came in later were blocked behind and unable to continue their attacks in this direction.

"What the hell is this...... What's going on? ”

Mai Xiaowei, who was standing on the same front as Muyang and facing the enemy together, also stopped in surprise. She couldn't imagine, and she couldn't understand, that such a day would come.

What did this fourth-order telekinetic master, called Zhao Conceive, do to make so many enemies that the Third Cantilever Elite Students could not defeat actually kneel down at this moment as if facing the king?

She knew it was the strange effect of his eyes. But she didn't dare to look into his eyes, for fear that she would also be tricked and become a member of Yunyun's feet.

The feeling that Mu Yang can feel at the moment is very peculiar. Only he could understand why so many polluters would suddenly bow down to him.

Because he was just a sweep, through the power of his left eye, he took away their souls.

Countless souls are now imprisoned in their left eye, at their mercy. You can choose to absorb these souls and become a little nutrient in your ten thousand souls; You can also keep them, control these souls, and manipulate these polluters to fight for themselves like a dog on a chain.

This terrible colorless eye, transparent weapon! He knew he was right. It gave him the authority and power of an emperor, and the power of this soul weapon was no less than that of any telekinesis in the room!

Mu Yang felt like a newborn emperor, he tried, and gave his first order:

"Kill the outsiders behind you."

After those polluted humans were imprisoned by Mu Yang, they did not hesitate to turn around and fight with their fellow people behind them.

Speaking of which, they are all poor people, too. Originally, a human being who was invited to come to the cosmic city became a polluter after being polluted by a brain demon, fighting with his own compatriots. Now, his soul has been imprisoned by Mu Yang's left eye, and he has been controlled for the second time, fighting his own polluters again.

This strange battle, between polluter and polluter, unfolded.

The polluters in the rear, who were not swept by Mu Yang's gaze, did not understand what was happening in front of them, why these fellow citizens who rushed in front suddenly turned around and pointed their guns at themselves. But they maintain the most basic instincts and intelligence, and since they kill each other, they will not show mercy even when faced with fellow polluters.

Polluters attack each other with their flesh buds, taking each other's souls. The polluters controlled by Muyang had no soul at all, and once occupied the top, constantly plundering the filthy souls of the polluters who were later tainted.

But the number of enemies under Muyang's control is less than a few hundred, which is still a far cry from the number of polluters waiting outside the area. Under the protection of the first one, there was a steady stream of new enemies entering the rear, and with their numerical superiority, they quickly defeated Muyang's escort.

The battle line once again advanced in the direction of the telekinesis.

"What did you do to these guys?"

Mai Xiaowei didn't look back at Mu Yang, just asked.

Mu Yang didn't want to explain too much to her, in fact, he himself didn't know much about the operation of soul weapons:

"A pupil technique that captures the souls of enemies into my eyes, and then manipulates their bodies that are still in this world."

On the other side, Ye Xiao, Wei Chan and the others, who heard Mu Yang's words, couldn't help but gasp.

What a terrible ability! It's unprecedented. If Mu Yang is not an ally of this side today, but an enemy, if his pupil technique is aimed at his own people, does anyone think that he can escape from this trick steadily?

No one has this self-confidence. Even if the Emperor Fu regained fire, in the face of this fourth-order telekinetic master, he didn't dare to say that he was victorious.

Mai Xiaowei continued: "The polluters you controlled before have almost all been killed, can you try to control more polluters and join our battle?" ”

If Mu Yang can control more polluters, then there is no doubt that he will have a battle line that will be liberated, and Mai Xiaowei and her war beasts can go to support the Black Dragon's front. Even further, Mu Yang completely rebelled against the polluters on his front and counterattacked on other fronts.

Mu Yang said with regret: "I'm afraid I can't do it." There is a limit to the number of polluters I can control. I didn't control the number when I used it just now, and I used up all of a sudden. ”

Mai Xiaowei felt a little strange, as if Mu Yang had mastered this ability for the first time, and was not familiar with it at all.

But even so, his sudden outburst made Mai Xiaowei on the front line breathe a big sigh of relief and relieved a lot of pressure.

At the same time, Mu Yang is still experimenting with his left eye-

He was too anxious before, and he ate a fat man in one bite. There are too many souls sealed in the eyes, so there is no room for the next batch and more polluters.

Now, Mu Yang is trying to absorb these souls who died in the real world into his ten thousand souls, to see if he can make room for new souls to come in again.

The transformation of other people's souls into one's own is extremely slow. Mu Yang had no choice but to continue to control the electric eel and resisted on the front for ten minutes.

In just these ten minutes, he had fused about fifty souls, and more than fifty places had been freed up for his left eye.

His gaze swept over again, and in the midst of the polluters, all who met his gaze, within three seconds had an almost frantic look of surrender in their eyes, and attacked their own kind according to his will.

Mu Yang has already begun to grasp the rhythm of this strange ability.