Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

Reluctantly tilting his head and looking at the villagers standing upright like zombies, Yang Pojun couldn't help but reveal a smile that was uglier than crying.

Do you think you have escaped a disaster?

With a wry smile, he pushed himself up with difficulty and slowly climbed out of this place of right and wrong.

It wasn't until he climbed behind a big tree that he held on to the tree and reluctantly sat up.

Yang Pojun was not in a hurry to leave. His physical condition at this time was really bad. If he dragged his exhausted body and encountered enemies on the road again, he would not be so lucky to survive.

The most important thing now is to recover your spirit as soon as possible, and then practice to restore your soul power.

At this time, he could no longer care about the possible danger and sat there breathing heavily!

Suddenly, Yang Pojun seemed to have discovered something, and sniffed the air vigorously——

What surprised him was that the thick fishy smell in the originally turbid air actually disappeared——

On the contrary, when I breathed again, I actually smelled a hint of sweet fragrance from the diffuse black mist——

Yang Pojun couldn't help but reveal a glint of thought in his eyes. Since the fog had not dissipated, it stands to reason that the fishy smell should not have disappeared either, but he actually smelled a hint of sweetness from the black fog. This——

Smelling the sweet fragrance in the air, Yang Pojun couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

"Fuck! I won't be infected, right?"

The ferocious faces of the villagers just now came to mind again, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, and my eyes became very solemn!

Yang Pojun was afraid of death, but he was even more afraid that life would be worse than death. If he died, he might be able to travel through time again, but if he became a walking zombie, he would not even have the right to die!

Thinking of this, Yang Pojun suddenly shuddered!

"No, I won't end up like that even if I die!"

At this time, Yang Pojun understood that it was useless to escape blindly. Even if he could escape, once he became like those villagers, the soul masters outside would definitely kill him without hesitation.

The only way now is to find the source as soon as possible and see if there is any way to save yourself.

After making up his mind, Yang Pojun frowned and pursed his lips tightly. After sitting cross-legged, he calmed down and recovered.

The violent evil mental power in his mind had long disappeared without a trace, and his mental power seemed to be much stronger, but Yang Pojun couldn't be happy at all.

The violent mental power has disappeared, but my body seems to be infected by it secretly!

After sighing silently in his heart, Yang Pojun put aside his distracting thoughts and slowly entered a meditative state.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Pojun's frown gradually relaxed a bit, and a faint layer of light began to quietly overflow from his body.

"Hmm -" A low moan sounded in the silent darkness.

As his mind regained consciousness, his consciousness returned again, and a feeling of relief immediately washed over his whole body.

There was still a dark mist in front of his eyes, but his body felt indescribably comfortable.

Full soul power filled his body, and his spirit returned to its original state.

It was only at this moment that Yang Pojun breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the mental relaxation did not last long.

The faint sweetness still lingered in the air, and Yang Pojun's brows furrowed again.

Although he was determined to find out the truth in this fog, when things came to a close, Yang Pojun began to have some difficulties.

Even though he could see the surrounding environment clearly through the amethyst soul-stealing pupil, ignoring the effect of the black fog, how on earth should he go to find their lair?

After all, he didn't carry any food with him.

In order to reduce the load and speed up the journey, Lao Hei asked everyone to throw away unnecessary things, including food, before entering the black fog.

In Lao Hei's words, it would take less than a day to climb over this mountain, and there would be no stopping inside. Even if they brought food, no one would dare to eat inside. Bringing some water would be enough.

Therefore, Yang Pojun, who had no food source, could not stay in the black mist for a long time, not to mention that mountain climbing is a physically demanding exercise!

Just when Yang Pojun was at a loss what to do, suddenly, a long and long flute sound came from the distance!

"Ugh——"

Hearing this voice, Yang Pojun's expression suddenly changed!

Subconsciously, he crouched down and hid behind the tree, and at the same time activated his second martial spirit!

Quietly sticking his head out, Yang Pojun stared nervously at the villagers not far away. When the flute sounded, the demonized villagers suddenly shook their bodies, looked into the distance with dull eyes, and then walked stiffly. The pace is moving slowly!

Seeing this, Yang Pojun couldn't help but feel something in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and lowered his body with determination, hiding in the dense thorns, and followed the villagers step by step.

In order to hide himself as much as possible, Yang Pojun slowed down his breathing as much as possible, and kept his soul power at a level that could just support the release of the amethyst soul-snatching pupils. He even took a step forward to take a look, for fear of stepping on something strange. sound and cause unnecessary trouble.

Because he didn't know the strength of the man in black robe just now, and he was even less sure whether the enemy he was about to face was far stronger than himself.

If you encounter a powerful enemy, you only need to concentrate a little to hear your own breathing and even heartbeat, thereby becoming aware of your own existence.

Therefore, along the way, Yang Pojun was very energetic!

In the distance, the flute sounds every once in a while, with the same rhythm every time!

In this way, after following the villagers over two small peaks, Yang Pojun suddenly noticed that the frequency of the villagers' actions suddenly accelerated.

The flute sounded again, and this time Yang Pojun heard it more clearly. As the call got closer and closer, Yang Pojun's nervous heart beat even harder, his hands were sweating, and his steps were shaking. Slowed down.

He knew that at this time, he had to stay calm. A thousand-mile dike broke in an ant nest, and he must not make any mistakes!

Seeing the villagers gradually disappear from sight, Yang Pojun set off again, bent over, and walked forward cautiously.

Soon, following the route of the villagers, Yang Pojun came to the top of a mountain. When he arrived, Yang Pojun couldn't help but be startled by the scenery in front of him.

Looking at everything in front of him in disbelief, Yang Pojun couldn't help but feel terrified!

In front of him was an inverted cone-shaped mountain col, and the top of the mountain where Yang Pojun was located was on the edge of this mountain col.

Within the mountain col, hundreds of people had gathered at this time. These people were just like the demonized villagers Yang Pojun had encountered before, with dull eyes and stiff limbs.

Hundreds of people formed a strange formation in the mountain col.

The formation looks like some kind of writing, and it also seems like some kind of symbol!

What frightened Yang Pojun the most was that in the center of the formation stood an altar more than ten meters high.

There is a huge sculpture of green-faced fangs standing on top of the altar. Although it is just a sculpture, its lifelike shape makes people feel a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts after just one look at it.

The rich and strong evil aura made Yang Pojun feel a strong sense of oppression even if he was hundreds of meters away.

A layer of black energy with an evil smell was rising from it, and then continued to spread to the surroundings!

Under the sculpture, a woman wearing a black veil sits quietly cross-legged.

In front of the altar, an old woman with a wrinkled face and silver hair stood staring down at her, holding a black scepter more than two meters tall in her hand. More than ten people in black stood quietly behind her.

It was so quiet that hundreds of people didn't make a single noise, just standing quietly like dummies!

In this weird atmosphere, the villagers Yang Pojun had met before finally joined them with stiff steps.

Seeing the last group of villagers arrive, the old woman frowned as if she had discovered something. She moved her left hand slightly in front of her, and a black piccolo appeared in her grasp. With a twist, it It was brought to the mouth under the control of one hand.

"Ugh-"

As the flute sounded, a strange ripple spread from the old woman's body!

The next moment, a dozen men in black behind the old woman couldn't help but cover their ears in pain at the same time!

Not to mention them, even Yang Pojun, who was hundreds of meters away, felt dizzy the moment he heard the sound!

The old woman's flute sound is neither urgent nor slow, but it seems to possess some kind of magic power. When the sound reaches the ears, it will also cause hallucinations, making people subconsciously want to follow the sound of the flute.

Covering his ears with both hands, Yang Pojun gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain the last trace of sanity!

However, the old woman's flute sound still clearly reached Yang Pojun's ears as if it had penetrating power.

As the sound of the flute continued, Yang Pojun finally lost his mind, and his legs unconsciously stepped forward, slowly walking towards the mountainous area step by step.