At this moment, a long roar of "Herod" came, and a black horse appeared in the square, and at the sound of the horse's hooves, it had already galloped all the way to a huge mountain of corpses before stopping.

Yang Wei recognized this black horse, which was the mount of the old village master. At this time, it was tearing at the corpses on the mountain of corpses with its teeth, as if it was looking for something.

Yang Wei suddenly realized that the horse was probably looking for his master, and the horse's sense of smell was very sensitive, probably sensing where his master should be, and was trying to find it.

This horse is indeed a psychic horse, but it is not easy for it to find its owner, this old village owner was already dead not long after the slaughter began, and his body must be at the bottom of the corpse mountain.

Yang Wei shook his head, trying to make himself less dizzy, and then walked towards the black horse. In order to survive, he must get this mount, even if he can't bear to hurt this good horse.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for such a good horse to recognize the second owner, and the better the horse, the more difficult it is to tame, Yang Wei is not sure, especially in such a physical condition.

Yang Wei's riding skills were quite good, he staggered to the side of the black horse, grabbed the reins of the horse, turned over, and was already on the horse. This time, the dark horse who was still screaming just now, trying to tear the corpses on the corpse mountain, went crazy.

He kept jumping, trying to throw Yang Wei off his back, and even a few lazy donkeys rolled around, and Yang Wei coped with it. But this dark horse has been crazy for too long, and Yang Wei's current physical condition is not good.

Yang Wei only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and his hand was loosened. "Horn" and fell to the ground. Then, Yang Wei, who was lying on the ground, felt a strong impact on his lower abdomen, and the black horse finally let out a happy neigh.

"! This guy didn't just take me off. He also kicked me!" Yang Wei scolded in his heart. If it weren't for his thick skin, the black horse's kick would have made him rot in his intestines!

Yang Wei was ruthless in his heart, "It seems that it is impossible to use conventional methods to deal with this kind of psychic dark horse." Since you are so ignorant of lifting, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Yang Wei separated a wisp of soul silk from the sea of knowledge, instantly pierced into the sea of knowledge of the dark horse, and wrapped around the soul of the black horse. The souls of animals are very fragile, and although the dark horse is psychic, it is only equivalent to the soul strength of a three-year-old child.

Yang Wei had to be very careful, he didn't want to completely wipe out the soul of this dark horse. He used one of the skills of the soul clan - enslavement, which he searched in his mind, and the soul power was not very demanding, but it was very difficult.

This skill is to strip away part of the memory in the soul, and then imprint your own soul mark in the soul of the other party, which is simple to say, but quite complicated to do.

Yang Wei was reluctant to erase the spirituality of this dark horse. If he just found a random mount, he could directly erase part of the memory of this black horse's soul and then tame it.

Yang Wei was like a skilled surgeon, the thread of soul that penetrated into the soul of the dark horse was like a dexterous scalpel, constantly dissecting the soul of the black horse, eliminating all the memories related to the old master of Fang.

A feeling of weakness came through Yang Wei's mind. Although the consumption of soul power is not large, it is extremely energy-consuming, requiring extreme concentration, and if you are not careful, this dark horse will become a colt that can only pull a cart.

Half an hour later, Yang Wei completely completed the elimination work. In the end, Yang Wei pierced his soul filament into the soul of the dark horse, and after piercing it into a specific area, he severed his connection with this thread of soul thread.

In this way, the thread of soul belonging to Yang Wei's soul remained in the soul of this dark horse. This particular area dominates what is often referred to as the subconscious. Yang Wei exhaled a long breath, he finally became the owner of this dark horse!

At this time, the black horse looked unusually tame, lowered its big head, stretched out its tongue and licked Yang Wei's cheek. There was a gentle look in his eyes. After Yang Wei finished doing it, he always felt that his behavior was a bit despicable.

Yang Wei secretly made up his mind: "You must not use this skill again in the future, huh...... I won't use this skill again until I have to. Well...... Actually, it's not bad to form an army of believers, and in the future, I won't erase other people's memories, but just leave my own soul imprint in his subconscious, and it's nothing. ”

Yang Wei shook his head, no longer thinking about what he had or didn't have, and turned over and stepped onto the back of the black horse. As soon as Yang Wei made a move, the dark horse knelt down, allowing Yang Wei to step forward very easily, obviously after a long period of training.

Yang Wei's task now is to use his soul to probe every part of the city to avoid the existence of fish that slip through the net, otherwise, his massacre this time will be meaningless.

If his soul power hadn't been depleted, his soul detection would have covered the entire city, but now it can't. After the loss of his soul power, the range of soul detection was drastically reduced, and he had to run around on horseback to complete the detection.

After the time of a pillar of incense, Yang Wei had already probed every place, not to mention people, not even a dog was gone, and everyone had turned into corpses in the square.

Yang Wei didn't stay any longer, and rode the black horse directly to the west. After this time, he did not dare to enter the town again, he was wanted here, and he would be wanted elsewhere, and at night, he could only be in the field. Of course, this is not a difficult thing for Yang Wei, who has experience in marching and fighting.

Half an hour after Yang Wei left, a mountain of corpses closest to the church moved, and out of it crawled out a person in cloth, but it was the bishop of Divine Grace City, the old man in red robe who had been following the Mosquito Clan's divine envoy.

After he urinated, his heart was trembling, he knew the legend of the poison demon, and he was also a person who knew the true truth. After the appearance of the poisonous demon, not only slaughtered the city, but also slaughtered an entire army of gods, and the number of gods slaughtered by the poisonous demon was definitely not only a million, but even tens of millions.

His heart trembled at the thought of this. Just after Yang Wei passed out, when people attacked Yang Wei in vain, the bishop didn't think that Yang Wei would die so easily.

So, he took advantage of the chaos to change his clothes, picked up the pile of corpses, hid inside, and never dared to show his head. Yang Wei did not detect the corpse of his soul at all, and let him escape with his life in a moment of carelessness.