All My Skills Are Picked Up

The black mist man was shocked. At this moment, the aura that Fatty Zhang was emitting had already far surpassed that of an ordinary Martial Profound Stage.    

Just by looking at this sound wave, one could tell that an ordinary Martial Profound Stage was just a dish in front of the fat man.    

The black mist man wanted to run away, but was grabbed by the fat man.    

Perhaps it was because his touch was similar to the cotton candy sold on the street, then Fatty Zhang hugged the black mist man and started chewing on it.    

"Aiyah! Aiyah!"    

The man with the black fog kept screaming in pain.    

The masked man beside him was completely dumbfounded. He did not know what to do.    

"Holy Lord, you still can't control him, hurry!"    

"Commander, this person is so strong! How can you control him!?"    

"Where's your dream control? Release all the thugs in the prison."    

"Okay, wait a moment. Hold on!"    

The Holy Lord hurriedly began to control the others in the prison. That's right, he was also a talented martial artist, but his talent was rather special. It was a special variation of the spirit type talent. Dream Manipulator!    

This talent was completely useless against awake people. However, if the other party were to fall asleep, he would be able to deceive, destroy, and even control the other party in his dream.    

Although the three attributes of the Holy Lord were trash, in terms of controlling dreams, it had already reached the point of perfection.    

With this move, he had become a legend in the northwest. Who would have thought that the dignified Holy Lord was actually a completely weak chicken. It could only be said to be invincible in the dream world.    

But today, the Holy Lord really didn't know what to say. How did he meet these two fools?    

One of them had seen through his dream, forcing him to give up on the strategy of deceiving and destroying his soul. He could only drag him deeper into the dream in order to prevent him from waking up.    

The other one was even more bizarre. He actually had such powerful combat strength in his dream. He was simply his nemesis.    

The Holy Lord hurriedly released Lei Jian and the others. Using the control of the dream, it controlled Lei Jian and the others to rush forward and beat Fatty Zhang up.    

Unfortunately, the way the Holy Lord controlled people to fight was too crude. Lei Jian and the others rushed forward and punched the fat man. How could they deal with Fatty Zhang, who had already activated his super form? With a backhand slap, Lei Jian and the others were sent flying.    

"Save... Save... Save!"    

The black mist man repeatedly shouted. It looked like he was about to die. When he was in a hurry, he kept shouting "Uncle."    

Unfortunately, there was nothing the Holy Lord could do. Even calling him 'father' was not very effective. It seemed like Fatty Zhang was going to eat Zhou Yuan alive. The Holy Lord simply removed Fatty Zhang's nightmare.    

Immediately, Fatty Zhang stopped moving. He blinked his eyes and spat out the black mist man from his mouth.    

With a blank expression, Fatty Zhang looked around and asked, "What's going on?"    

The black mist man took this opportunity to quickly escape from Fatty Zhang's "evil palm." After that, he repeatedly shouted, "Take him down!"    

The Holy Lord looked at Fatty Zhang and suddenly felt that Fatty Zhang wasn't that dangerous anymore. This damn fatty was really a weirdo. It was actually better than not sleeping when he was sleeping.    

The Holy Lord immediately prepared to call his little brother to beat Fatty Zhang up. At this moment, when the fatty who had just woken up saw the situation around him, he let out a cry of surprise.    

"Black fog! Zhou Yuan!"    

Fatty Zhang looked at Lo Tian, who was lying on the ground, and immediately understood what had happened.    

He quickly took out a fat Heaven-blasting Ball and threw it onto the ground.    

After that, there was an explosion, and dust rose into the air.    

The Holy Lord was blown away on the spot, and Zhou Yuan was confused and disoriented by the explosion at the same time.    

It was a long while later before the Holy Lord finally got up from the ground. Its entire body was in extreme pain. More than fifty percent of the black fog on Zhou Yuan's body had disappeared. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.    

When he looked again, he found that Fatty Zhang and Lo Tian had disappeared. Obviously, Fatty Zhang had carried Lo Tian and jogged all the way.    

Zhou Yuan shouted angrily, "This is too abominable, too detestable. Holy Lord, release all those things! Release all of them and kill these two bastards! "    

The Holy Lord nodded its head heavily. If that fatty had been a little more ruthless, he might have killed him just now.    

Fortunately, that fatty ran away in panic, but it was impossible for him to leave the town.    

The Holy Lord pressed its palm against its forehead, causing the surrounding ground to tremble slightly. He wanted to release the true evil ghosts hidden within the town, and that was the final defensive power. It was a power that he might not be able to recover even if he released it.    

"Go to hell, you two damn bastards!"    

The Holy Lord gritted its teeth. It was determined to kill Lo Tian and Fatty Zhang.    

At this moment, Fatty Zhang carried Lo Tian and rushed out of the dungeon. After climbing up, they found that the dungeon was right below the small town, Martial Tower.    

Looking around, there was no one, and no one was following them.    

Fatty Zhang quickly placed Lo Tian on the ground. Lo Tian, who was still in the dream, only frowned. Fatty Zhang immediately slapped Lo Tian's face and said, "Wake up, Mr Lo, wake up."    

Lo Tian slept very soundly. No matter how Fatty Zhang shouted, it was useless.    

At this moment, Fatty Zhang felt a cold wind pass through his heart. It made him shiver. Then he saw white flowers begin to appear in the surrounding houses. The unparalleled black rhizome broke through the ground and wrapped itself around the surrounding houses.    

"What the hell is this!?"    

Fatty Zhang clicked his tongue when he saw this. He wondered if he was still in a dream.    

He slapped himself twice. It was very painful. It should not be a dream. Damn it, these roots, vines, and the white flower didn't look like good stuff at all.    

Without any hesitation, Fatty Zhang carried Lo Tian and continued running.    

However, more and more vines appeared on the ground, and soon, a twisting wall of flowers appeared on the road in front of them.    

Although the white flowers looked beautiful, Fatty Zhang really didn't dare to approach them. Who knew if these things would grow sharp teeth and eat him.    

"Mr Lo, Mr Lo, wake up quickly. You have to die, you have to die, you have to die!"    

Fatty Zhang muttered.    

At this moment, the Holy Lord also crawled out from the dungeon.    

Looking coldly at everything around him, the Holy Lord gently waved its hand. Immediately, all the roots began to grow crazily.    

He did not possess the power to control plants, but there was a special plant buried underneath this small town, and he called it a "nightmare."    

It was a plant with consciousness. Its fragrance was as gentle as the wind, and it could make people fall asleep without them noticing. Its huge body could eat tens of thousands of Demonic Beasts, and it was an out-and-out hunter.    

The Holy Lord could help it enter a deep sleep, and then control its power by controlling its dream.    

Of course, doing so might cause the awakening of a 'nightmare', but the Holy Lord could no longer care about that anymore.    

Those two damn deacons had to die in front of him. It had been so many years, but he had never suffered such a huge loss.    

Where was it? Capture them!