I stack buffs in a weird world!

He must find a way out as soon as possible. Even if he enters the next level of bone-eroding wind, it will be better than the current situation.

If this thing can be infinitely stacked, not to mention him, even if the eighth-level magic cloud comes, he will die on the spot.

Zhang Yang did not dare to stop and instinctively ran forward.

A space turbulence left scratches on his body, and slowly these scratches became deep enough to see the bone.

"Damn, where is it? Where is it?"

The ferocious blood pupil squeezed out the flesh and looked around restlessly, but everything was in vain.

The blood pupil could not see the truth in the space crack.

He could not hold on for too long. Fortunately, some light red demonic energy began to linger on his body to help him resist the attack of turbulence.

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a moment, he suddenly felt his body lighten, and the space turbulence disappeared completely.

Another scene appeared in front of him

Darkness!

Endless darkness, pure darkness!

Even if the blood pupil is used to the extreme, he can't see the road ahead clearly, and can only hear the whistling of wind in his ears.

"Is this... the second level? Bone-Erosion Wind!"

Zhang Yang's expression was slightly stunned, and he immediately realized that he had reached the second level of Bone-Erosion Wind.

But what surprised him was that he didn't feel the flow of gas at all, let alone the wind.

He knew that the Bone-Erosion Wind was right beside him when he heard the whistling sound in his ears.

"Huh?"

'Cold, icy cold, bone-chilling cold! '

But... only the bones are cold, and the skin and muscles can't feel the slightest bit of coldness.

"Bone-Erosion Wind!"

Zhang Yang's face suddenly changed. In just a few breaths, he even felt that he couldn't control his entire body.

The bones seemed to be frozen and didn't listen to his command at all.

"Uh...ah!"

He roared and began to decisively perform the demonization.

Zhang Yang's entire body began to change constantly, with fangs, tiger stripes, tiger head, tiger claws, and tiger tail constantly appearing.

His entire body was like a small mountain, already more than ten meters high.

With each expansion, the fierce aura became stronger, and a strong demonic aura lingered on his body.

"Awoo~"

A low tiger roar came, even temporarily suppressing the whistling wind.

Clouds follow dragons, winds follow tigers!

The ghost tiger clan is naturally close to the wind, and the bone-eroding wind that was just whistling stopped instantly.

The bone-eroding wind blew around Zhang Yang's tiger body, forming a vacuum zone around him.

Zhang Yang even felt that he could control these bone-eroding winds.

With a slight movement of his mind, invisible bone-eroding winds actually entangled between his claws.

With a claw swing, the bone-eroding wind cut through the surrounding air like a sharp blade.

"Sure enough, haha!"

After trying for a while, he shook his huge tiger head and began to slowly follow his instincts and walk forward step by step.

Without the influence of the bone-eroding wind, this road is easy to walk.

After walking for an unknown period of time, Zhang Yang felt a light red blood mist around him.

At first, he could still see the field of vision within five meters, but gradually the blood mist became thicker and thicker.

Now everything in front of him was blocked by the blood-red mist and he could not see anything.

As the Beast Flame Ancestor said, the blood mist deprived him of his five senses, he could not hear, see, smell, touch or feel.

An indescribable sense of loneliness surged in his heart, as if he was the only one in the world.

"Go to sleep~you are too tired."

"Sink into the silence with me, you are not alone."

"Why do you have to work so hard, stop and rest?"

"..."

A murmur from nowhere sounded in his ears.

Loneliness, fatigue, irritability, despair, hatred... a series of negative emotions came over him.

"Zhang Yang, where are you going? Give me back my life!"

Ouyang Jing's figure slowly appeared in front of him.

Zhang Yang shook his dizzy tiger head, "Get lost, I can kill you once, I can kill you thousands of times!"

The low tiger roar shattered "Ouyang Jing".

"Junior brother, how are you?"

"Greedy" appeared in front of Zhang Yang with a smile.

Zhang Yang felt that he was getting more and more unconscious, "Senior brother? Aren't you dead? Are you blaming me for not killing Qingming?"

"Junior brother, you are tired. Stop and rest!"

"Greedy" did not reply, and continued to smile and let Zhang Yang sit down and rest.

"Tired, I am tired. But... I can't rest, where is this?"

Zhang Yang suddenly forgot where he was, but instinct drove him to move forward.

"Junior brother, stop... stop..."

The voice of "lust" kept ringing in his ears, making it impossible for him to concentrate on thinking.

"Get out!"

Zhang Yanghu roared, and "lust" burst like a bubbleDestroy.

Seeing this scene, he was stunned, "Where am I? What should I do?"

Before he remembered where he was, a voice that was extremely familiar to him appeared in front of him.

"Zhang Yang, you have no conscience. You haven't come back to see me for such a long time."

"Kui Zhen" put his hands behind his back, pouted his lips, and looked at Zhang Yang with resentment.

"Zhen'er?"

A trace of humanized surprise appeared on Zhang Yang's huge tiger face.

He instinctively pounced on Kui Zhen.

"No!"

He is now in the form of a ghost tiger. How could Zhen'er recognize him?

Besides, he is now more than ten meters tall. How come these people who appeared are almost the same as him?

At this time, Zhang Yang was completely awake and looked at "Kui Zhen" again.

There is no Kui Zhen here, it's all blood mist.

"This... There is something wrong with the blood mist!"

He suddenly found that the blood mist could not only psychedelic him, but also erase his memory without knowing it.

If he hadn't suddenly realized that he was in the form of a ghost tiger, he would probably be forever immersed in the blood mist.

He had been very vigilant, but he didn't expect to be tricked.

His five senses were taken away, like a turtle in a jar, and this feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't tell the direction in the blood mist at all, and he didn't even know how long he had walked.

If he continued like this, his memory would be worn away by the blood mist sooner or later, and he would become a confused beast, and even lose his instincts.

He tried to use the Nine Nether Earth Fire to burn all the strange blood mist.

Disappointingly, the Nine Nether Earth Fire could not be summoned in the space rift.

The space turbulence disrupted all the rules, and even the Qingming Hand and the domain could not be summoned.

He shook his head again, and he slowly felt a little sleepy, and various sounds appeared in his ears again.

"No, I'm tricked by the blood mist again!" Zhang Yang's face became more and more ugly.

The space rift cannot be passed by relying solely on the Shenyan body. The magic cloud deceived Yun Jing and Shou Yan.

And Dang Lian, this guy must have known about it, but he deliberately skipped the three difficulties, and his purpose is self-evident.

"Damn... calm down, calm down!"

Zhang Yang forced himself to calm down, knowing that if he didn't calm down, no matter how powerful his demon body was, he would fall into the blood mist.

There must be a way, if Mo Yun could survive, he would definitely survive too!

"The blood mist must not be unsolvable..."

Zhang Yang subconsciously swung the tiger's tail, and then he sensed something strange on the tiger's tail.

"Huh? Aren't my five senses taken away?"