Chapter 2724: Fear of the eye

There are people hiding in this hollow. The sad cry came just now, and it was obvious that someone was killed.
But the depression should be safe. If the soul is not able to shine in, how did the person just die?
"Second brother! What happened?" asked Di Qing.
"I don't know, it's the guy next door to me..." Di Su said nervously.
The person who made a scream is the leader of the group who confronted Di Qing.
Just as Di Su’s voice just fell, he suddenly said,
This, this...monster...don’t come over...

"Second brother! What happened to you!" Di Qing shouted.
"Ah..."
After Dessu made a series of screams, he suddenly disappeared.
"Second brother! Second brother..."
No matter how Di Qing called, there was no response from the next door.
The soul of the soul is sealed in front of him, and he can't help his second brother. He can only swear by himself. "No matter what monster you are, come to me! I will tear my tears..."
Ling Shuang listened to Di Qing's screaming, her face was very ugly, she never fell into this situation.
Especially the thing is still unknown, which is a deepening of the fear of Ling Shuang.
In a small space, she couldn’t help but squeeze into the Luo.
The emotion of the Yang soul is very easy to detect. Luo Zheng obviously feels that Ling Shuang is very scared. He will tighten Ling Shuang tightly and whisper: "Don't be afraid..."
"But what is that..." Ling Shuang whispered.
"Whatever it is, that thing will eventually appear," Luo Zheng said calmly.
In the face of this strange fear, Luo Zheng is not once or twice, his performance is more stable than Ling Frost.
Luo Zhengzheng said, with a bang of sound across the wall, followed by the voice of Di Qing, the voice even with a trace of crying, "Get out! What are you!" Oh..."
Like the previous two, this crying room only stopped for three weeks.
At this time, even Luo Zheng’s brows were wrinkled.
Anger is the first step to courage. After the death of his third brother and second brother, Di Qing must now be under anger. In this case, he will not be afraid to see anything.
Moreover, Di Qing has excellent conditions in all aspects. He is by no means a timid person. What did he see in the end, can he scare him to such an extent?
"What the is it..."
Ling Shuang also said with a crying, she is almost crowded in Luo Zheng, if the body of the soul is not strong, the soul of both can be blended together.
Luo Zheng did not answer, just looking at the entrance in front of the depression. If it is not nervous, it must be fake. It is only the instinct of years that tells him that it is meaningless to panic in such circumstances.
"Oh...hey..."
The light footsteps that passed through the wall came out again. The source of the sound was obviously closer, and it should come from the depression in the next door.
Ling Shuang’s body trembled a little, and although she was extremely scared, she turned her head slightly.
From the wall on one side of the depression, a black liquid is gradually infiltrated, and after the liquid appears, it turns into a black ball.
"Zi..."
These small black suddenly split from the middle, revealing a small round eye.
"what is this……"
Ling Shuang made a shrill scream and his body shook.
When Luo Zheng saw these eyes, he suddenly thought of the strange figures in the temple.
In fact, those statues can't be called statues without eyes, because the twisted shapes are completely pieced together, and the eyes are the souls of those statues.
When these round eyes appeared a little black, all the fears in Luo Zheng’s heart were mobilized.
While feeling this fear, Luo Zheng’s heart is a sense of familiarity.
In the land of the Taoist people at the bottom of the battle, Yuan Chengtian once turned a good and evil, and the evil thoughts can release the inner fear!
These eyes are not in the true sense of the eye, and the fear in the heart of the soul seems to be its natural talent.
Lingshuang’s piercing screams have been echoing in Luo Zheng’s ear, which has aggravated Luo Zheng’s inner fear.
At this moment, Luo Zheng also felt that his own soul became stiff and did not obey.
"Luo Zheng, there is a very simple way to fight against the fear of the eye, do you want to listen?" The sound of the September 5, 257 suddenly floated.
"Quickly say! What is the waste!"
Luo Zheng still keeps a bit of clarity, but he also knows how long he can't persist.
Once his whole person is controlled by fear, the next stage of Di Qing and others will be the end of him and Ling Shuang!
"Close your eyes, isolate foreign objects, and cut off all the senses of God. You can't think about it... You should do it with lyrical Shinto. It can't be seen with him. Once you look at it, you can't bear it. Live," said nine five two seven.
The words of 9:527 have not been finished yet, and Luo Zheng has closed his eyes.
The soul of the soul is able to release the gods, but Luo Zheng has not released any knowledge of God, and the lyrical Shinto has been working, and a faint soul arrow is constantly shining on the surface of his soul.
In the past, the soul arrow that was honed with lyricism was also the murder of Luo Zheng, but now that Luo Zheng’s soul does not have an overwhelming advantage, he has rarely used this trick.
However, it is still very quick to let yourself fall into a situation of ignorance and ignorance.
When Luo Zheng no longer perceives foreign objects, the fear that comes out of his heart suddenly disappears, but the sense of the soul and the sense of hearing still exist.
He can feel that the eyes are approaching quickly, and the crying of Ling Frost is louder, she almost collapses.
"Ah, ah... Luo Zheng, it is going to drag me out! Save me..."
No matter how screaming Ling Ling, Luo Zhengyi did not smell.
But his hands were still tightly clutching Ling Frost, and there was no looseness. The two were stuck in this depression, and they were not dragged out by this fear.
"This fear is not strong?" Luo Zheng pondered deep inside.
Just after Di Qing and others were killed, I am afraid that they were not killed by fear and fear. They should still be defeated by fear control.
Just like Ling Shuang...
The difference is that Lingshuang is being shackled by himself and will not be pulled into the soul of the soul.
"If this is the case..."
Luo Zheng closed his eyes and raised his hand gently.
The finger gradually changed its shape and turned into a spiky thorn that slammed forward.
In the process, Luo Zheng also controlled the distance, not letting his fingertips protrude to the outside of the depression.
In case his fingers are not stabbed, it is troublesome to get immersed in the soul of the soul. The thing is soaked and can't get out.
Luo Zheng's fingertips stabbed several times and stabbed them several times. They did not stab. At the same time, they felt that the power of Lingshuang was dragged down. This is obviously anxious.
Luo Zheng’s mouth smiled slightly, and the sharp spikes formed by the fingers pierced.
After one hundred stabs, one of the spikes accurately penetrated one of the eyeballs.
"Zi-"
With a strange cry, the power of Lahu Ling Cream suddenly disappeared.