He raised his hand, and a black flame suddenly burst out from his palm, and then the flame turned into running water, and finally turned into silky black gloves.
Although Mingwu is still Mingwu, it feels like there are two completely different existences.
black?
White?
Zhang Ping looked at the Mingwu Gloves and discovered that the color of the Mingwu was not actually black, but a feeling of confusion between black and white.
In fact, after watching it for a long time, you will become a little crazy.
It looks black to the naked eye, but it feels white in my heart.
That's probably what it feels like, it's very strange.
Zhang Ping turned the mist into a robe and wore it on his body. It felt like silk and was extremely smooth.
He took a while to adapt, and then looked at the black water that was still gushing out.
Now, his physical strength is about three times what it was before drinking black water, and his mental strength has also been greatly improved, about 1.2 times what it was before.
At the same time, the dark mist in his body increased by more than a hundred times.
These Nether Mists are completely different from the original Nether Fog, and are of very high quality. However, this also means that in the future, the amount of Nether Fog that he absorbs from the emotions of other creatures and converted into Nether Fog will be greatly reduced, but the quality will be greatly increased.
Amplitude increase.
"Can I keep drinking?"
Zhang Ping thought for a while, looked up at the King of Mist, and asked.
This black water is definitely good stuff.
Even if it is excrement, he will recognize it.
The King of Mist looked at Zhang Ping in surprise, his mind a little confused.
Even it can only drink black water ten times a year.
In its eyes, Zhang Ping is just a descendant and should only drink a little. If he drinks too much, his body will explode.
Originally it thought Zhang Ping would explode.
As a result, Zhang Ping not only did not explode, but instead became stronger.
After being surprised, the King of Dark Fog also became interested. It wanted to see how much black water Zhang Ping could drink, so it agreed to Zhang Ping continuing to drink.
Zhang Ping obtained the consent of the King of Dark Mist, and then used the Dark Mist to form a black bowl, filled it with a bowl of black water, and drank it directly.
The next second, he fell to the ground and simply stood up.
The whole person seemed to be having an epilepsy attack, the body was twitching constantly, and the blood vessels turned black again, but this time the glutton may have adapted to the power of the black water and quickly started to function.
Fifteen minutes later.
Zhang Ping got up from the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "It's cool!"
Although the process was uncomfortable, the results were really satisfying.
His physical strength has increased again, and his mental power has also improved a lot. If converted into telekinesis, he should be able to compete with the top telepathic awakeners, or even crush them.
The most important thing is that the dark fog has increased sharply again.
Moreover, as the Mist increased dramatically, Zhang Ping found that his control over the Mist was also increasing, which was very unscientific.
Generally speaking, the larger the quantity, the harder it is to control. But the opposite is true here. The larger the quantity, the easier it is to control?
This is amazing.
However, Zhang Ping quickly accepted this setting, and his clothes became more refined, and even some simulated metal parts had a metallic luster.
If just now his clothes were like pieces of paper painted on, now they have the feeling of real fabric.
"Come again!"
Zhang Ping looked at Heishui with fiery eyes.
This time he made a bigger bowl, filled it with a bowl of black water and drank it in one gulp.
In an instant, his eyes widened suddenly, and the bloodshot eyes quickly turned black. Then the bloodshot eyes exploded, and the blackness spread to the whites of his eyes, and the whites of his eyes also turned black.
His skin quickly turned black, and even his teeth turned black.
The glutton was running wildly, but this time he really played too much. Even the glutton was a little unable to function. His body stiffened again and he lay dead like a salted fish.
The King of Dark Mist felt fear for the first time.
It looked at Zhang Ping, feeling a little anxious, but it didn't know how to help Zhang Ping.
About ten minutes later, Zhang Ping slowly sat up and suddenly burped, and a stream of mist sprayed out of his mouth.
No more drinking.
Now his physical and mental strength has reached its limit, and it will take some time to adapt before he can drink black water again.
When he was about to get up, the King of Dark Mist suddenly wrapped his body around him and quickly moved away from the black water.
Obviously, the King of Mist was also worried that he would die suddenly if he continued to drink, so he was not allowed to continue drinking.
Previously, the King of Dark Fog had to take care of Zhang Ping, so it was not very fast. This time, it rolled up Zhang Ping and walked at an extremely fast speed. It was far away from the mountains where Blackwater was located in almost the blink of an eye.
If it were before, Zhang Ping would have lost countless layers of skin if he moved at this speed, but now he feels fine, and even his eyeballs don't feel uncomfortable.
The surrounding scenery changed drastically, and they came to a forest of bones.
When Zhang Ping saw this forest of bones, he was even more certain that this space was not created by the King of Dark Mist. It should be an existing space that just happened to be occupied by the King of Dark Mist and became the King of Dark Mist's habitat.
"Where is this place?" Zhang Ping asked.
The King of Mist put down Zhang Ping and replied: "I don't know."
"All right!"
Zhang Ping had already guessed that the King of Mist might say he didn't know.
Strictly speaking, the King of Dark Mist actually knows everything.
But it has never thought about how to describe these places, because the King of Dark Mist does not have the habit of naming things.
No name.
Naturally, I don’t know the name of this place, so I don’t know how to tell Zhang Ping the answer.
Zhang Ping didn't care about this. He walked up to a bone and asked: "Brother, where is this place?"
"Uh uh... uh uh..."
The bones made a very painful groaning sound, as if they were about to die in the next moment.
Zhang Ping simply changed his target, came to a skull, and asked: "Brother, brother, where is this place?"
"It's coming, it's coming, it brings death." The skull said in fear.
Zhang Ping frowned and said, "Who? Who is it?"
"It was so big, wrapped in black mist, and its eyes were glowing with golden light. I saw it, and it also saw me. I was like an ignorant and fearless mayfly, charging towards it, and then...then...
…Then…” The skull seemed to fall into some sort of loop in the end, talking about ‘then, then’ non-stop.
Zhang Ping looked at the King of Dark Mist and had a guess in his mind. The skull might be talking about the King of Dark Mist.
etc,
wrong.
The skull said that the opponent's eyes emitted golden light, while the eyes of the King of Dark Mist were black.
Hey!
Zhang Ping raised his head and looked at the King of Mist, his eyes widening as he looked.
Although the body of the King of Dark Mist is pitch black, if he looks directly at it for a long time, part of his body will still feel black to him, but part of his body will be clearly black, but his head will feel white.
Thinking about it more carefully, a picture of a panda appeared in Zhang Ping's head.
"..."
Zhang Ping looked at the King of Mist in silence, and the King of Mist looked at Zhang Ping in confusion, both of them staring at each other with big eyes.
Could it be...
The true form of the King of Dark Mist is actually a panda, right?