There are people hiding in these depressions. The miserable screams just came from, obviously someone was killed.
But the depression should be safe. How did the person die just now when the soul-melting Yuanguang couldn't shine in?
"Second brother! What happened just now?" Di Qing asked.
"I don't know, it's the guy next door to me..." Di Su said nervously.
The person who just screamed was the leader of the group confronting Di Qing.
Just as Di Su finished speaking, he suddenly said hesitantly: "This, this... monster... don't come here..."
"Second brother! What's wrong with you!" Di Qing shouted.
"Ahh..."
After Di Su let out a series of screams, he suddenly became silent.
"Second brother! Second brother..."
No matter how Di Qing called, there was no response from the neighbor.
With the soul-melting Yuan Guang sealed in front, he could not help his second brother. He could only scream to himself, "No matter what kind of monster you are, come at me! I, Di Qing, will tear you alive..."
Ling Shuang's expression turned ugly as she listened to Di Qing's howling. She had never been in such a situation.
Especially since that thing was still unknown, this only deepened Ling Shuang's fear.
In the small space, she couldn't help but squeeze towards Luo Zheng.
Yang Hun's emotions are easy to detect. Luo Zheng obviously felt that Ling Shuang was very scared. He snuggled closer to Ling Shuang and said softly: "Don't be afraid..."
"But what is that..." Ling Shuang whispered.
"No matter what it is, that thing will eventually appear," Luo Zheng said calmly.
Facing this unfamiliar fear, Luo Zheng didn't do it once or twice. His performance was much calmer than Ling Shuang.
But just as Luo Zheng was talking, there was a sound of clicking across the wall, and then came Di Qing's voice. There was even a hint of crying in the voice, "Get out of here! What are you! Wow!"
Woo..."
Like the previous two people, the crying only lasted for three breaths and then stopped.
At this time, even Luo Zheng's brows wrinkled.
Anger is the first step to courage. After his third brother and second brother died one after another, Di Qing must be in a rage now. In this case, he probably won't be afraid of anything he sees.
Moreover, Di Qing is very good in all aspects and is by no means a timid person. What on earth did he see that could scare him to such an extent?
"What the hell is this..."
Ling Shuang also said with a cry, she was almost squeezing into Luo Zheng. If the body of Yang Soul was not strong, the souls of the two could be blended together.
Luo Zheng didn't answer, he just looked at the entrance in front of the depression. If he said he wasn't nervous, he would definitely be lying. But his instinct over the years told him that there was no point in panicking in this situation.
"Da da... da da..."
The light footsteps across the wall came out again. This time the source of the sound was obviously closer, and it should come from the recess next door.
Ling Shuang's body trembled slightly, and although she was extremely frightened, she still turned her head slightly.
From the wall on one side of the depression, traces of black liquid gradually seeped out. After these liquids appeared, they turned into black balls.
"Zi..."
These small black balls suddenly split from the middle, revealing small round eyes.
"What is this, ah..."
Ling Shuang let out a piercing scream, and her body trembled even more.
When Luo Zheng saw these eyes, he immediately thought of the strange statues in the temple.
In fact, if those statues have no eyes, they cannot be called statues at all, because the twisted shapes are completely pieced together randomly, and it is the pairs of eyes that give those statues their souls.
When these round eyes showed a little bit of black light, all the fear in Luo Zheng's heart was mobilized.
While feeling this fear, Luo Zheng felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.
In the land of moral struggle at the bottom of the Sword Clan, Yuan Chengtian once transformed his true thoughts of good and evil, and the evil thoughts in them could release the fear in his heart!
But these eyes in front of them do not have the true meaning of Tao. It seems to be its talent to dig out the fear in the soul.
Ling Shuang's piercing scream echoed in Luo Zheng's ears, which intensified Luo Zheng's inner fear.
At this moment, Luo Zheng also felt that his Yang Soul had become stiff and would not obey his orders.
"Luo Zheng, there is a very simple way to fight against the fearful beholder. Do you want to listen?" 9527's voice suddenly floated over.
"Say it quickly! What nonsense!"
Luo Zheng still maintains a trace of clarity, but he also knows that he can't hold on for long.
Once he is controlled by fear, the fate of Di Qing and others next door will be the fate of him and Ling Shuang!
"Close your eyes, isolate external objects, cut off all spiritual perceptions, and have no thoughts or thoughts... It shouldn't be difficult for you to use the Love-Severing Divine Way. This thing cannot make eye contact with him. No matter how powerful the person is, he will not be able to bear it.
Stay," 9527 said.
Before 9527 finished speaking, Luo Zheng had closed his eyes.
Yang Soul can release divine consciousness, but Luo Zheng did not release any divine consciousness. At the same time, the Love-Destroying Divine Way was already in operation, and faint soul arrows were constantly glowing with golden light on the surface of his soul.
In the past, the small soul arrow sharpened by the Soul Killing Way was also Luo Zheng's killing move, but now that Luo Zheng's soul does not have an overwhelming advantage, he rarely uses this move.
However, it is very quick to use the Soul-cutting Shinto to put yourself into a state of mindlessness.
When Luo Zheng no longer sensed foreign objects, the fear in his heart disappeared immediately, but Yang Soul's touch and hearing still existed.
He could feel those eyes approaching quickly, and at the same time he heard Ling Shuang's cry getting louder, as if she was about to collapse.
"Ahhh...Luo Zheng, it's going to drag me out! Save me..."
No matter how Ling Shuang screamed, Luo Zheng seemed to have not heard it.
But he still held Ling Shuang tightly with both hands, without loosening at all. The two of them were stuck in the depression and were not dragged out by the fearful beholder.
"This fearful beholder is not powerful?" Luo Zheng was thinking deep in his heart.
Di Qing and others were killed just now. I'm afraid they were not killed by the fearful beholder. They were probably controlled by fear and lost their ability to resist.
Just like Ling Shuang...
The difference is that Ling Shuang is dragged by him and will not be pulled into the soul-melting yuanguang.
"In that case..."
Luo Zheng closed his eyes and raised his hand gently.
The fingers gradually changed their shape, turning into sharp thorns and stabbing forward.
During this process, Luo Zheng also controlled the distance and prevented his fingertips from protruding outside the depression.
If his finger didn't prick it, it would be troublesome if it got contaminated by the soul-melting energy, and it would be impossible to escape if it got stuck.
Luo Zheng's fingertips were stabbed several times, but none of them hit. At the same time, he also felt that Ling Shuang was being dragged harder, and the fearful beholder was obviously anxious.
Luo Zheng's mouth smiled slightly, and the sharp thorns formed by his fingers stabbed out intensively.
After stabbing it hundreds of times, one of the sharp thorns accurately penetrated one of the eyeballs.
"Zi——"
As a strange cry came, the power to pull Ling Shuang suddenly disappeared. (To be continued)