() bit his lip tightly, and a large piece of black pus and blood slid down his thin cheek, fell to the ground, and broke into several pieces: "Go quickly." Reese's voice seemed to be in great pain, and the doctor stood helpless. He stayed there for a moment, then walked hard to Reese's residence.

Master Shan and others stood at the entrance of the passage, staring blankly at the black pearl ruins where strong men gathered inside, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes.

Master Shan frowned slightly, and only then did he understand why, after so many days, there was still an endless stream of stragglers gathering towards the ruins. It turned out to be like this.

Large pieces of obsidian bonded with molten steel were scattered in all directions. No trace of a house could be seen at all, and even only a corner of the towering city lord's mansion could be seen.

The entire Black Pearl completely sunk into the ground, leaving a huge bottomless hole.

At this time, a dense, thick black mist was hovering over the huge hollow. The black mist was billowing and dense, and heart-rending roars and whines were heard from time to time, as if some ferocious beast was suffering pain.

Shan Ye's eyes were slightly stern, looking at the black mist above the hollow, his eyes flickering. The corner of his eye glanced at Bella, and Shan Ye slowly had a plan in his mind.

When I walked up to the shaman, he also had a gloomy look on his face, looking at the black mist with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Master Shan lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "What should I do? Does the black fog always exist?"

The bloody thorn on the shaman's forehead jumped, and a bit of irritation flashed across his gray face: "Yes, this black mist has existed since the Black Pearl collapsed, and it has not been broken until now. It seems that there is some trouble. ." As he spoke, the shaman's eyes couldn't help but fall on the royal team of lizardmen over there, and he said meaningfully: "Everyone is trying to find a way to break through the black mist. The lizardmen have the best method, and they want to dig horizontally from the ground. There was no emotion or anger in the voice, but there was a hint of schadenfreude.

Shanye also paused his gaze slightly at the Lizardmen Royal Team, and saw that there was quite a lot of movement there, with dozens of steel-spined beasts surrounding them. They snorted and looked around with unkind eyes.

Withdrawing his gaze, Shanye turned his attention to the drow again. A large number of high-end and sturdy tents were also arranged closely together, and more than a dozen highly vigilant senior drow were patrolling around the camp.

After Shan Ye's gaze circled around, he landed on the shaman again, trying to make his voice less urgent: "What should we do? Just wait here?"

The shaman nodded expressionlessly, found a clean stone, and sat down slowly, looking like an old monk in meditation.

Master Shan frowned. Without saying anything else, he turned around and sat on the same side, but his heart was as anxious as an ant on a pot.

This trip to the Dragon Tomb was something Shan Ye had been thinking about for a long time. Being chased and abused wasn’t because Shan Ye didn’t want to resist, but because he didn’t have the capital to resist.

Just talking about the strong men gathered here can tear Shan Ye into pieces. The desire to become stronger and control destiny is so strong.

The deformed brother took heavy steps. He also sat on the side with Mr. Shan. He stared at the black fog for a while with flashing eyes. He suddenly lowered his voice and said to Mr. Shan mysteriously: "I have a way to avoid this black fog." The voice There is a hint of lack of confidence.

Mr. Shan continued to stare at the ground and fiddled with a straw mushroom, unmoved.

The deformed brother was scratching his head. His method required a lot of magic materials. He really couldn't do it by himself. Seeing that this human boy had some abilities, he wanted to see if he could cooperate with him.

Of course, the main reason is that the deformed brother believes that Shan Ye poses no threat to him, which is why he came to him in the first place.

The deformed brother sighed heavily. He knew that the human boy in front of him would not be interested if he didn't spit out something real. He immediately took out a bottle of whitening potion, which was only a small amount of a bottle cap, and waved it in front of Shan Ye's eyes.

Akira: "This is the potion I prepared myself. It can effectively block the invasion of various negative states." Although his voice was low, he still revealed a sense of pride and pride that could not be concealed.

Master Shan's eyes moved, and his eyes slowly focused on the bottle of ruby ​​white potion, with a thought in his mind.

"Ding! Exploration is activated, consuming 20 experience points!"

"Ding! The detection technique is successful. The ingredients of the potion are unknown. It can resist negative status and has a time-effectiveness!"

Shanye's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes paused slightly on the "time-sensitive" thing. A hint of gloom passed through his eyes, and then he said coldly: "How long can this thing last?" His voice was cold, with a hint of no concern.

Covered suspicion.

The deformed brother frowned slightly and was a little surprised by Master Shan's judgment. Unexpectedly, this human being could see the key point immediately. He immediately suppressed the contempt in his heart, straightened his body, and said solemnly: "There is not much time, but it is enough for us to fight in the dark."

It's better to explore in the fog than to sit here like this?" After saying this, there was a hint of anxiety in the tone of the deformed brother.

Master Shan hesitated for a moment, then took the deformed brother to discuss with the shaman.

When the Thorn Shaman heard that there was a way to resist the black mist, he immediately opened his eyes, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. His eyes stayed on the bottle of ruby ​​white potion for a while, and then he said slowly: "What do you need?" His voice was low,

Full of unabashed indifference.

The deformed brother chuckled, grinning with sharp teeth, and said greedily: "There are not many things, but the quantity needed is larger." His voice was slightly slippery, and he seemed a little impatient.

The shaman's expressionless, emotionless gaze fell on the deformed brother: "Impossible, I can only provide a small amount of magic materials." His voice did not conceal his dissatisfaction, and was mixed with a hint of threat.

The expression of the deformed brother slowly turned cold: "If you are not willing to pay, how can you get anything in return?"

The shaman stopped talking to the deformed brother and continued to rest with his eyes closed. He waved his hand as if to shoo away flies, indicating that the two of them could leave.

Master Shan pulled the aggrieved deformed brother to one side, quietly took out a bottle of low-level healing potion, and stuffed it into the other's hand. With the other's surprised expression, he said calmly: "I don't have that many magic materials, but I have this.

What do you think? Change the resistance potion in your hand." His voice was very low.

After trading a light layer of resistance potion, Mr. Shan immediately led Cuisi behind him towards the black mist.

There are people experimenting with the black mist all the time. At first, those large groups would drive away the crowd, but as time went by, they instead hoped that someone would enter the black mist.

Master Shan asked the two of them to wait aside for the time being. He first stretched out a finger and gently touched it into the black mist, wanting to test how powerful this black mist was.

There were many people standing aside, waiting to see the joke, with sarcastic expressions on their faces and raised corners of their mouths, but no one reminded Mr. Shan.

"Ding! Being attacked by the essence of death, the blood value will be reduced by 1 point every second, and the duration will be 15 seconds!"

"Ding! The negative status is slow, reducing agility by 30%, lasting 10 hours!"

"Ding! If you find the essence of death energy, do you want to summon the necropolis?"

Shan Ye's face became gloomy, he twitched his feet and withdrew from the black fog, and immediately drank the resistance potion. After a faint flash of white light, the black fog covering Shan Ye's body dissipated slightly.

"Ding! The essence of death energy is suppressed, and the blood value is reduced by one point every second for 10 seconds!"

"Ding! The negative status is slow, reducing agility by 21%, lasting 5 hours!"

When the guards nearby saw that Shan Ye had swallowed a whitening potion and dispersed part of the black mist, they immediately surrounded him.

A high-level drow warrior with a steel scimitar and a fierce momentum spoke first: "Boy, where did you get that potion? Did you develop it yourself?" There was a hint of undisguised threat in his voice, and the scimitar in his hand was even louder.

He was rushing towards me, as if he wanted to grab him openly.

A steelthorn beast next to it snorted and stepped on the ground with its forelimbs. After a loud "thud", a lizard man with slightly yellowish scales and an equally formidable aura stood up.

The pale yellow vertical pupils were slightly stern, and his gaze passed over Shan Ye like a hook. He said coldly: "Hand over the potion and I will spare your life!" The Steel Thorn Beast next to him followed suit and took a step forward with unparalleled momentum.

Mr. Shan shrank his neck, with a look of fear on his face. He took out the bottle tremblingly and explained: "It's none of my business. This potion was given to me by that person!"

As he said this, he pointed at the deformed brother who looked stunned and innocent.

The deformed brother cursed Mr. Shan viciously, but did not dare to show any abnormality on his face. Under the burning eyes of everyone, he walked over quickly.

What happened after that was beyond Shan Ye's control. Under the vicious eyes of the deformed brothers, Shan Ye was driven out of the area and returned to the loose team of shamans.

Mr. Shan sat in a corner, wrapped in a gray robe, revealing only a pair of shining bright eyes, looking greedily at the black fog: "It seems that the plan is going to be changed." Mr. Shan said in a voice that only he could hear.

, whispered.

With the support of those big groups, nothing is a problem.

The formula of the deformed brothers was forcibly taken away, and everyone worked together in front of the black mist to produce a large number of resistance potions.

As the deformed brother said, this potion is indeed not very clever and can only resist part of the erosion effect of the black mist, but it is enough for these large groups who have been waiting for many days to take risks.

The deformed brother walked up to Master Shan with a look of resentment on his face, and without even saying hello, he smashed down hard with his fist as big as a sand bowl, carrying a frightening dark blue light.

Shanye was well prepared, and a concentrated venom shot out. At the same time, he kicked the ground hard with his feet and dodged the huge thunder fist.

The scimitar trembled, and a blade covered with yellow sand sliced ​​through it fiercely. This was not the end yet. Shan Ye did not care about the loss of experience points at all, and quickly swung the scimitar, and dozens of thick and frightening blade lights struck fiercely.

Hit the deformed brother hard.
Chapter completed!