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With a wave of his hand, the metal copper coin turned into something like soft white paper, which he stuck to his body.

"This is your metal mist? It's quite interesting. It looks like the ghost paper money that Monet used in ancient legends in the world."

Curse looked at Kerbo's weapon thoughtfully.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Why didn't you take action just now! It all depends on my effort."

"You can go out now!"

Kerbo looked at the cleared mist around him and the reappearance of the mushroom forest, and said with an angry face.

"No!"

"Can't get out!"

"We're still trapped!"

"Didn't you realize that everything we encountered, everything we saw, heard, and felt was all fake?"

"Perhaps, I really want to know, is even you by my side real?"

Curse with a calm face.

Kerber looked astonished.

Then I saw a strange smile suddenly appear on his face.

next moment

The whole body collapsed suddenly and disappeared without a trace.

Cursed, my heart gradually sank, this time things seemed to be troublesome.

When was Kerbo replaced, at the very beginning, or on the way?

It all seemed so weird.

Chapter 55

On the other side, Kerbo also noticed something was wrong.

The five immortals in the painting are all old monsters, and each of them is so clever that it is hopeless.After discovering that his five senses and six senses had been deceived, Kerbo also noticed that the curse around him was probably fake.

Even the surrounding scenery is fake.

It's just that compared to the calm mantra, Kerbo became more and more irritable because he couldn't find a way out of the fog for a long time.

He even used his own metal copper coins to attack the surroundings frantically.

But to no avail.

Physical attacks seem to have no effect on this fog.

As for elemental attacks, to be honest, this is not what Kerbo is good at.

Slowly, his body felt a little stiff and cold, and his mobility became more and more restricted.

My heart became more and more anxious, and my mood began to grow from anger and impatience to a little bit of fear.And as this trace of fear appeared, it was like a trickle, gradually gathering up.

In the end, this fear, like water breaking a dike, rolled in, out of control.

"what!"

"Damn it, come out! Let me out!"

Under the fear, there is great despair, and the mind is broken.

Kerbo couldn't hold on any longer, his paper doll-like body began to wrinkle, which was the reason why the ghost mist absorbed the energy of his flesh and blood.

As the ghost mist invaded his body bit by bit, gradually, his body began to be covered with strange black lines, like small bugs, spreading wantonly in his body.

Wherever he passed, the white paper body showed traces of blood.

And his eyes became extremely blood red.

His eyes were bulging, and he seemed about to lose his mind.

"Very powerful physical attack, combined with the strength of the whole body and that special metal copper coin, even my ghost body dare not directly touch its edge."

"Unfortunately, no matter how strong a physical attack is, it will do very little damage to Ghost Mist. Not to mention, with the interference of pheromone, except for the first blow, the others are just hallucinations in your mind."

Wu Hao was floating in the ghost fog, looking at the yelling and bewildered Kerbo, he shook his head, seemingly disdainful.

It is undeniable that Kerbo, the fairy in the picture, is indeed powerful, and his attack power is comparable to that of a deeply mutated mutant monster.It's just that he was unlucky to meet Wu Hao, who is almost not afraid of physical attacks, so he can only complain about it.

"This pollution is eroding a bit slowly."

"It seems that the ghost fog is still a little weak. For a powerful creature like the fairy in the painting, it is not an easy matter to pollute them."

Wu Hao noticed that the speed at which the ghost fog eroded Kerbo was very slow.On the contrary, as time went by, Ghost Mist's psychic addiction became stronger and stronger. If it wasn't controlled, it was very likely that Kerbo's flesh and blood would be wiped out before the pollution completely eroded him.

Therefore, in desperation, Wu Hao could only rigidly control the ghost mist, and gradually weakened the speed of smoking.

It's just that for Ghost Mist, devouring powerful creatures is its irresistible instinct, and it's very difficult for Wu Hao to control it.

It can only slightly weaken some instincts.

Finish dealing with Kerbo's side.

Wu Hao looked at another place, where more than 1 white and yellow Monets were trapped densely.

At this moment, most of the ordinary Monet's army here have been swallowed up by the ghost fog.

Compared with the powerful Immortal in Painting, Monet's army, which was only slightly stronger than ordinary Monet's crowd, couldn't resist Ghost Mist's spiritual addiction at all.

Trapped and imprisoned in the ghost fog for a moment or so, he can no longer resist the pollution and spiritual addiction of the ghost fog.

Nearly [-] Monets were devoured, and under the horrified gaze of the remnants, they were reduced to flying ash inch by inch, as if the painful body was ignited.

The remaining remnants, including those Monet practitioners, also wailed in pain and fled frantically in all directions, but they couldn't escape the restriction of the ghost fog no matter what.

Some of them were scared to death by their own fears.

Part of the pollution failed, and the whole body burst open, blasting into pieces.

There are only a dozen Monets, and they have completed the semi-transformation state, gradually adapting to the ghost fog.

The other two were completely polluted and turned into new ghost mist paper figurines.

These two guys, once transformed, seem to have received some information about Wu Hao, just like the brothers and sisters of Kolles and Claire.

Then the whole body turned into a blood-red dripping state, opened its densely packed fangs, laughed and jumped into the remaining army, and started the frantic killing and devouring.

Head after head of Monet was torn apart and swallowed by them alive.

And with the devouring behavior, the ghost mist was further absorbed by them, and began to establish a self-circulation in their bodies. Finally, a little bit of ghost mist was born in the body, turned into blood droplets, dripped out, and merged into the ghosts outside. in the fog.

Wu Hao could clearly feel that the ghost fog area under his control had expanded a little bit.

It should now be 1904 square meters.

Don't underestimate the extra 04 square meters. This is why the ratio is one-thousandth. Once Wu Hao's ghost fog expands to tens of kilometers in the future, it will be like the end of the entire main city of cholera in the game "Weird" Ghost King, at that time, this one-thousandth was beyond imagination.

More than a dozen semi-transformers, two ghost mist white paper men.

Based on sacrificing nearly [-] monets, this conversion efficiency made Wu Hao look helpless.

Can be described as stunned.

Is he really black African?

This conversion efficiency is lower every time.Of the nearly [-] Monet pollutions in Heigu Town last time, there were still two that succeeded.

Now the number has doubled, but there are still only two.

It's so dark as hell!

It feels like I kissed the goddess of fortune lately.

That feeling, Wu Hao, who is worried, doesn't want it.

It is imperative to find a more efficient conversion method.

It's just that Wu Hao doesn't have time to conduct large-scale experiments yet.

Let's get together ten servants first.

Gather ten servants, and it is likely that the task panel will give some useful information.

This is what he expected.

Afterwards, Wu Hao set his sights on another Immortal Curse in the painting.

The state of this female painting fairy is completely different from that of Kerbo at the moment.

A yellow circle of light appeared on her body, and she was holding a huge brush-like weapon in her hand.

The ghost fog is actually very difficult to pass through this layer of yellow light, and even the pheromones are restricted.

Gradually, Wu Hao could even occasionally see this female fairy in the painting struggling to wake up from the hallucination.

And as time goes on, the number of waking up is increasing.

Even relying on the occasional moment of waking up, she almost escaped from the scope of the ghost fog.

"What a great guy."

"Sure enough, ghost hitting the wall will greatly reduce the effect on this kind of existence with a very calm mind. Especially with the means of elemental protection, although it cannot completely prevent the invasion of ghost fog, it will also weaken most of the ability. Whether it is pollution Erosion or spirituality, or pheromone interference, the effect is not very good."

Wu Hao was thinking in his heart, and was speechless for a moment.

As for the curse, when did she stop struggling, her eyes became clear again, but she did not escape.

Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at Wu Hao's direction.

Wu Hao was startled.

Could this guy see himself through the ghost fog?

This is impossible!

Chapter 56 The Blood Curse

Can the mantra see Wu Hao's body?

No, it can't!

She just relied on her powerful perception, and she could feel that there was an extremely terrifying and powerful being in that direction, like the source of darkness, like the endless abyss, and like the king of gods and demons.

Perhaps it is not true to say that the creatures are not.

The terrifying sense of distortion, sense of uncertainty, sense of oppression, and strange and strange power fluctuations are simply not like living beings.

It's like facing a rule revealed at the beginning of creation.

She has also felt this similar breath in some places.

Where is it?

In the crystal!

"Yes, it's like the feeling of going deep into the crystal fragments."

Curse secretly startled.

These immortals in the painting were able to stand out from countless Monet practitioners, all because of chance and coincidence, they each mastered a part of the secrets inside the crystal. These secrets together are the complete crystal at the beginning of the creation. get all the information.

This information, the real content, is only known to them.

Even the secret crystal information held by the five immortals in the painting is different.

The other Immortals don't even know what information other guys have.

Just the question of restarting the world is what every fairy in the picture wants to do after getting the information.

Restart the world and restore the crystals!

But now, he actually felt the information in the crystal again, thinking about some of the information he had obtained in the yellow crystal.

Curse's face looked very pale.

A little gloomy and uncertain.