Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

"Charles, pull back! Gately blocks that kid, he's possessed!"

Lao Hei gasped, slapped a villager away and quickly retreated to Windsor!

After the indifferent Gately broke a villager's leg with one shot, the third ring under his feet suddenly flashed. The next moment, the silver-white point steel gun suddenly glowed with strange colors.

Then he hit Yang Pojun in the back!

"clang--"

Although Yang Pojun temporarily lost his mind, his instinctive reaction still made him subconsciously turn around and raise the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun!

"Leave him alone and come back quickly!"

Although Gately's shot did not cause any damage to Yang Pojun, the huge rebound force still ejected Yang Pojun!

Seeing the villagers gathering again, Lao Hei shouted to Gately anxiously!

Gately glanced at Yang Pojun who was overwhelmed by the villagers with complicated eyes, then turned around and ran quickly in the direction of Lao Hei and the others.

At this moment, Lao Hei and others had some strange things in their hands, like black cloth, but they were bulging, and they didn't know what was wrapped in them.

"Throw--"

Seeing those brave villagers who were not afraid of death running toward a few people again, Lao Hei didn't hesitate at all. As the words came out, the thing in his hand was immediately thrown high.

Obviously, several people cooperated for more than a day or two. Regardless of order, several people took action almost at the same time. However, Dandy also threw the oil lamp...

The next moment, the third soul ring under Lao Hei's feet suddenly flashed, and a white light wave instantly spat out from his mouth and went straight towards the black cloth balls in the air.

bang... bang...

Including the oil lamps, more than a dozen black cloth balls were instantly shattered in front of the white light waves. The objects inside were turned into large clouds of powder under the strong impact of soul power, and were scattered to the villagers below.

As the oil lamp shattered, the original powder suddenly burst into flames, filling the whole place with a special smell, covering all the villagers who ran over.

"withdraw!"

Seeing the bursting flames falling on the villagers and making a series of popping sounds, Lao Hei quickly called for a few people to retreat.

Several people ran away in a hurry. No one raised any objection, and no one turned around to look at Yang Pojun again.

They knew that although these demonized villagers were not afraid of life and death, they were afraid of this special flame.

The sword cannot kill them, but this sticky flame can melt them. With the barrier of this flame, the few of them have time to escape.

It wasn't that they intentionally delayed the attack, but the powder couldn't stay in the air for a long time, so Lao Hei didn't let Dandy start preparing until the enemy was sure to appear.

As for Yang Pojun?

In their eyes, it won't be long before he becomes just like those villagers, so they don't feel a trace of guilt for abandoning Yang Pojun and running away alone.

Will the truth be what they think?

At this time, Yang Pojun had begun to bleed from his orifices under the violent mental impact, and his face was surrounded by a black mist.

The Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun in his hand had long since disappeared. He hugged his head tightly with both hands and huddled on the ground in pain.

However, something strange was that the originally irritable villagers did not attack Yang Pojun. Except for those villagers who were melted by the flames, the rest just kept wandering around him with ferocious faces.

"Ugh-"

As a long flute sounded, all the villagers fell silent instantly. The black magic lines on their faces gradually faded away, and their eyes became dull again!

Not long after, a man in black robe slowly walked out from the thorns behind!

"Mad, you bunch of losers, how did you catch just one?"

After kicking Yang Pojun, who was rolling on the ground, the man in black robe said angrily!

"Jie... Jie... just struggle and enjoy this last madness. Boy, you should feel honored. Being able to be a sacrifice for the coming of the master is the blessing you gained from your previous life!"

"The great master will eventually lead us to rule the entire continent, and you group of ants will eventually be trampled under our feet." The man in black robe muttered while praying devoutly!

Time passed slowly minute by minute. Looking at Yang Pojun who was still struggling in pain, the man in black robe gradually lost his patience!

"What? Are you unwilling to give in? Are you still struggling?"

The man in black robe squatted down impatiently, opened his hand, grabbed Yang Pojun's hair, and suddenly pulled it upward——

"Pfft-"

"you--"

The man in black robe looked at Yang Pojun with clear eyes, and looked down at the spear that pierced his throat in disbelief!

The doubtful eyes seemed to be asking why Yang Pojun was not controlled!

The trembling corners of his mouth seemed to be accusing Yang Pojun of this despicable villain’s sneak attack!

Unwilling to do so, his hands tried to use up the last bit of strength to strangle Yang Pojun to death!

However, his life was finally fixed at this moment!

The round eyes with angry pupils gradually lost their luster, and his hands hung down weakly!

The man in black robe could not believe until his death that someone could actually be under the curse and be safe and sound!

I couldn't even believe that I could die so frustrated!

After confirming that the man in black robe was already dead and could no longer die, Yang Pojun lowered his guard, and then fell to the ground again with a face full of pain.

The Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun turned into energy and disappeared into the air without any warning.

Now, Yang Pojun's weak body could no longer use any strength. He only felt that his eyes were blurred, and he felt like the world was spinning so that he could not find his direction. Even raising his hand became a luxury.

Fortunately, the remaining villagers on the side were indifferent to the death of the man in black robe, otherwise just one of them would be enough for Yang Pojun to relive the feeling of soul traveling.

The overbearing mental attack really made Yang Pojun's life worse than death, and the bleeding from his seven orifices was proof of it!

However, just when he was on the verge of mental collapse, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind.

Yang Pojun knew that for him, he had only one chance. If he failed to succeed, those villagers would be his final fate.

At the critical moment, Yang Pojun made a decisive decision and transferred almost all of his soul power to his forehead.

That's right, he was betting on whether his second martial soul could break that violent mental power, and the bet was his own life.

His second martial spirit is derived from the Amethyst Soul-Eating Python, and the Amethyst Soul-Eating Python's innate skill is to use mental power to control the enemy.

Although there was no absolute certainty, Yang Pojun had no choice at that time!

Sure enough, when the Purple Crystal Soul-Seizing Eyes were opened again, a clear spiritual power suddenly came out from it.

Yang Pojun felt that his consciousness suddenly became much clearer. However, as the two mental powers became entangled, the feeling of excruciating pain came again!

For a moment, Yang Pojun even had the urge to commit suicide. The excruciating pain made him feel like his head was about to explode, and his body couldn't help but tremble violently.

Fortunately, as time went by, the violent mental power was finally suppressed by the cold spiritual power. Gradually, the violent mental power began to melt like ice and snow.

Yang Pojun was finally able to relax. Although the pain still existed, it was already within the tolerable range!

However, Yang Pojun, who had just regained some energy, suddenly felt something unusual.

Quiet--

It’s too quiet around here——

Is the battle already over?

But why is there no noise?

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse voice sounded next to my ears: "Why, are you not willing to give in? Are you still struggling?"

After hearing this strange voice, Yang Pojun was suddenly frightened, and the painful look appeared on his face again, but he quietly took it off his head with his hands.

As a big hand suddenly grabbed his hair, the next moment, Yang Pojun gathered his few soul power, his eyes suddenly focused, and the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Spear suddenly thrust out at this moment——