There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 117, Cultist Camp
Tentatively touching the gray-white shadow in front of him, at this moment Xiao Yang's spiritual attributes began to decline. These gray-white shadows reminded Xiao Yang of the gray-white shadows he encountered in the sewer, those broken souls.

If that’s the case, will the soul crystal have any effect on them?
After thinking about it, Xiao Yang decided to give it a try. He took out a piece of turbid crystal from his personal backpack, took a step towards the long steps in front of him, and his body was completely swallowed up by these gray-white shadows.

“It has a certain effect.”

Some gray-white shadows seemed to sense the existence of the soul crystal and slowly moved towards the soul crystal in Xiao Yang's hand, but the effect was not very obvious. They only moved closer to the soul crystal and did not take the next step.

Taking back the soul crystal in his hand, he wanted to pass through this long staircase covered with gray and white shadows, which was both easy and difficult.

It's not just that you lack mental strength and have no means to resist mental pollution. No matter what means you use, you can't safely pass this long staircase.

The group of knights apparently fell in front of this long staircase.

At the same time, it is simple. As long as your spirit is high enough, this long staircase is just a long staircase.

Xiao Yang's spiritual attribute is obviously high enough

Surrounded by a dense mass of gray-white shadows, Xiao Yang stood there for a while. After estimating the damage these gray-white shadows could cause to himself, he safely retreated from the long steps.

The speed at which his spirit was declining was acceptable, and Xiao Yang felt that he should be able to walk across this long staircase smoothly, but he did not rashly climb this not-so-long staircase.

For some reason, looking at the headless corpse in the crystal coffin and the door with a crack open, Xiao Yang felt a sense of danger.

"Let's make some more preparations."

There are still large areas on the third level of the Skeleton Dungeon that have not been thoroughly explored, and there is no need to charge straight towards the Headless Saint who is obviously the final BOSS.

Moreover, this arrangement made him feel familiar, but at the same time, he felt something was wrong.

The long steps, the independent hall, the headless saint in the crystal coffin, and the door that was only opened a crack, it all looked ominous no matter how you looked at it.

"Let's push it back first!"

After making this decision, Xiao Yang set his sights on the group of cultists in the right side hall of the Temple of Rest while thinking.

This cannot be said to be a wrong decision, but when Xiao Yang appeared in the Zhutian Trading Zone three days later, a big black eye appeared on his face.

I feel particularly haggard, a little dazed, a little confused, and a little doubtful about life.

How should I put it, that group of cultists was very special, very strange, very hard to describe, and very unforgettable!
When Xiao Yang took action against that group of cultists, he encountered a total of four types of enemies.

One is that Xiao Yang met the heavy axe cultist who made him a flying man on the second floor of the Skeleton Dungeon. This guy was the most normal guy among the cultists. He just swung the huge axe with great force and weight. It was very ordinary and not particularly difficult to deal with.

But the next three enemies encountered are more powerful than the last.

Flesh and blood deformers, these guys have highly deformed bodies, and the whole person is almost turning into a giant living tentacle. These evil god deformers have no other abilities, and their only means of attack is to whip the enemy with their highly deformed bodies.

Can you imagine a huge flesh-colored tentacle with a head suddenly rushing towards you?

Hehehe, laughing, grabbing you and pulling you towards it!

That highly distorted face that even actively secretes mucus suddenly approaches from a distance and sticks in front of you. It laughs and sticks out its tongue to lick you like a pervert, and then laughs.

This is a scene that is difficult to describe. Facing such a monster, Xiao Yang was really powerless. He only felt that his eyes were raped.

Moreover, these strange guys and strange experiences are not the most important among these cultists.

The next person to appear was a emaciated, monkey-like fanatic wrapped in bandages.

They hide in various corners, suddenly jump out unexpectedly, and then explode in front of you with that shrill, noisy and crazy scream.

These monkey-like guys are human bombs, and they are the kind of suicide bombs that carry mental pollution.

The fanatic's self-destruction will bring about two very strange negative states.

Fanatical prayers and verbal repetitions.

The fanatical prayers made all kinds of frantic words echo in Xiao Yang's mind, and the language repetition would continue to repeat these frantic words.

Everything was fine up to this point. Although these fanatics were brutal, they were not as heavyweight as those flesh and blood deformers. The two were just as bad as each other.

After experiencing the baptism of dead cockroaches, Xiao Yang could still accept such a scene.

Although the fanatical prayer was difficult to deal with, Xiao Yang still had two ways to deal with it.

One is to rely on the faint light of the darkness-dispelling lantern. Even though the light of the old friend has become dim, it can still dispel the curse, but the speed will be slower than before.

The second is the dispelling effect of the Sea of ​​​​Mind. When Xiao Yang's spirit is critically hit and enters a shaken state, he will also enter a state of mental overlimit and be immersed in the Sea of ​​​​Mind. At this moment, there will be an extremely effective negative dispelling effect.

Xiao Yang relied on this negative dispel to successfully survive a dangerous situation when he was attacked by many fanatics.

Originally, there would be nothing to do here, and this fanatic was not that heavyweight, but he deserved to die because, of the two negative states, the highest priority was not the fanatical prayer but the language repetition!

Such cleansing only dispels the effects of fervent prayers, but has no effect on verbal repetition.

The language repetition is not a standard negative effect. It just repeats a sound over and over again in Xiao Yang's mind.

But the effect of the frenzied prayer has been dispelled, and the language repetition no longer has an object to be effective on, so what will it repeat?

"Woo! Ah! Woo! Ah! Woo! Woo! Ahhhh!"

When the crazy speeches of these fanatics, like the shouting of monkeys, began to cycle through Xiao Yang's mind, he knew the answer.

It will recount the monkey-like cries of the fanatics.

After adding several more layers of language repetition, Xiao Yang felt like a nest of monkeys appeared in his brain.

In such a situation, his head was about to split open!
There is no good solution to this language repetition. The sound echoes directly in the brain. I can only wait for the damn language revival to end naturally after reaching the corresponding time.

What's even more torturous is that this language revival can be stacked indefinitely.

Xiao Yang was tortured by the repetition of this language and became a little mentally exhausted.

(End of this chapter)