Chapter 817: Fear (monthly ticket plus 4)

Those ghosts and the kind of swaying around the creek can be different. Each one is gazing like a ghost face. The open black lacquer has a sharp chilly tooth.
As soon as this group of ghosts appeared, they surrounded the Nangong Temple. All the little devils opened their mouths full of fangs and bite into the Nangong Temple.
These little devils can't ruin the flesh and blood, but they can destroy the souls that devour people. Once the soul disappears, the body will naturally wither.
The black scorpion saw Nangong 包围 surrounded by his hundred ghosts, and suddenly laughed: "Nan Gong 煜, how is the taste of my ghosts? You are not very arrogant, very powerful? Now it is not for me. The little devil is helpless? Hahaha..."
Don't look at the strength of these little devils, but if there are thousands of such ghosts, the result will be different.
This is the same reason that ants are more likely to bite.
However, the black scorpion only laughed halfway, and the laughter stopped short.
He widened his eyes and looked at a sudden blackness on the Nangong Temple, which was originally engulfed by the little devil.
This layer of black gas is like ink. It is richer and more mellow than the black gas on the black scorpion. It is even darker than the condensed ghost face of the peak period.
And the little devils who had been surrounded by Nangong Temple immediately screamed at this layer of black gas.
They fled one by one, but no matter how they struggled, the black gas was like muddy, letting them fall into the trap and could not escape.
Black eyes looked at his own thousands of imps, and without any resistance, he was swallowed up by the black gas of Nangong, and the horror and fear in his heart could not be described in words.
Black spiritual power, that is the darkness of spiritual power!
how is this possible? How can there be a dark spiritual power in this world?
Fenglian Ying lost a big face in the Broken Soul Mountain, so when he returned to Fengjia, he was closed and closed. Feng Tianba and the elders of the family did not want to see her. The same is true of Nie Jinchen.
Therefore, the people of Fengjia still do not know that Nangong Temple has the spiritual power of the dark.
For thousands of years in the mainland of the Jurassic, there has never been a real dark spiritual power. No, even the purely dark World of Warcraft or Magic Plant has not appeared.
Therefore, the shock of Black Skull at this time can be imagined.
Originally, he did not put Nangong in his eyes, but at this moment, this young man in his early twenties is in his eyes, but it is a more terrible existence than Hell Shura.
The black scorpion suddenly woke up to God and found that his body was in fear for a while, and he almost stood still.
His spiritual strength and cultivation were maintained by the soul of the ritual. At this time, the souls in the ghost face were swallowed up by Nangong, and the ghosts released were also eaten by Xiao Zi for seven or eight, one time. He actually felt the coldness and fear of life being taken away.
Blackbird hurriedly shook the soul flag and wanted to take back all the ghosts.
However, at this moment, it is already too late.
The darkness of the Nangong Temple is too overbearing, and almost no one can survive in his body.
In other words, the black face of the ghost is completely swallowed up by Nangong.
Coupled with the speed of eating the numerous vines of the purple scent, even the ghosts that are released from the black body, there is almost no one to be swallowed.
The black scorpion was panicked and his hands were shaking wildly in the hands of the soul.