The sound of crying coffins spread throughout the city, causing panic among the people of Ningqiancheng, some people came to investigate curiously, and most of them hid in their homes, covered their heads with their heads covered and ignored what was going on outside the window.

"Who?" the man in gray destroyed his eyes and used the sacrificial technique, but the monster never showed his face again.

His ears moved slightly, his body turned in the direction from which the white coffin came, the palm holding the handle of the knife was even harder, and the back of his hand was bruised.

"Is it a human, is it a ghost?" Zeng Yuanshuang's slightly relaxed body tensed again, just ran away from a monster, and here is another ghost?

The power of the ghost creature was cold, and he had sensed it.

The guards looked at the white shadow of the wooden coffin in horror, the white shadow of the wooden coffin disappeared like a teleportation, disappeared every three breaths, and when it reappeared, it swept over a range of tens of meters and nearly a hundred meters.

"There's a ghost, run away!" a soldier screamed in terror and fled.

As for the martial arts prisoners who were captured, their faces were pale due to blood loss, and they lay on the ground softly, and they didn't know how much blood had flowed on their bodies, and they were all sucked by the insects on the ground, and they became veritable blood worms.

They had no strength left, and could only watch as the wooden coffin and the white shadow appeared in front of them.

At the same time, in the midst of the howling and crying, a man sang, half male and not female, the kind that was playful, which made people goosebumps when they heard it.

"Looking at the demon insect from afar, the ghost king is not true in front of the door, and he has formed the world for thousands of years, and he is not defeated by a mortal man......"

In the midst of this drama, the dark paper fell from the sky, dense like raindrops.

The fleeing guards trembled, sat on the ground together, their expressions became sluggish, their hands were in the shape of a hold, they held the paper on the ground like a treasure, smirked, and then stuffed a handful of paper into their mouths and swallowed into their stomachs.

When others saw this scene, they only felt a chill down their spine, and they couldn't stop trembling.

A handful of paper swallowed into the belly, and the abdomen quickly bulged, but these guards had no intention of stopping, and kept holding and swallowing until the belly was burst.

Clouds of blood and organs were stretched out and dragged to the ground.

I saw that my belly was torn, but I couldn't see the dark paper in it, as if these guards had swallowed air from beginning to end, not dark paper.

Seeing this bloody scene, thinking that they were about to become one of them, the guards vomited so much that their bodies were almost submerged in the falling paper.

Zeng Yuanshuang also retched, and immediately covered his mouth, for fear of being noticed by ghosts.

Boom!

The wooden coffin landed on Zeng Yuanshuang's side.

Zeng Yuanshuang was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, and there was a white shadow of linen and filial piety standing in front of her head, and the white cloth fell, whether intentionally or not, always fluttering on Zeng Yuanshuang's face.

It was itchy, it was cold, as if a ghost hand was rubbing against her.

Zeng Yuanshuang closed her eyes tightly, no matter how scared she was, she didn't dare to let her body tremble.

She was abolished, she was scrapped by that monster, the spiritual blood in her body was almost exhausted, and she had degenerated from a three-star spiritual cultivation to a two-star, and there was no hope of survival in the face of ghosts.

This ghost thing is very strong, Zeng Yuanshuang is very close to the wooden coffin, and he can clearly sense the huge ghost qi in the wooden coffin, and the coldness of the ghost thing's power almost freezes her into an ice sculpture through the wooden coffin.

The gray-clothed man clenched his teeth, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he performed the art of sacrifice, this knife either split out and die with the monster, avenging his daughter, or waiting for the art of sacrifice to solve itself, although at that time he would lose all his martial arts, but he could save a life.

Unexpectedly, the monster escaped, and another ghost came.

The ghost won't give him time to extricate himself.

Nearly a thousand martial arts prisoners began to die one after another, all of them died of blood loss, and their blood was absorbed by blood worms.

In the next breath, the blood worm exploded violently, and the blood qi gathered together, and then it was introduced into the wooden coffin, and entered and disappeared through the gap in the wooden coffin.

"That monster is collecting essence blood for the ghosts in Jiangyang Town?" Shi Yan frowned, he had a few guesses before, but he was not sure, after all, monsters and ghosts were equally hostile, and they could swallow each other, so there was no reason to collect essence blood for ghosts.

For monsters, it is enough to eat people directly, and slowly eating all the people of Ning Qiancheng is the right way.

"Childe, I sense fear. Xuan'er stretched out her palm, as if she could touch something in the air.

"What fear?" Shi Yan turned his head in surprise, Xuan'er is already a four-star spiritual cultivator, this wooden coffin ghost thing is similar in strength compared to Xuan'er, it may be slightly inferior, so what is fear.

"It's the breath of fear. Xuan'er muttered, "Childe, Xuan'er can see that the fears above the heads of everyone on the ground are emanating from their souls, and these fears are gathered together, sucked into the wooden coffin, and devoured by ghosts. ”

"You mean, ghosts can suck people's fear and strengthen themselves?" Shi Yan was taken aback, thinking of a sentence, ghosts like to play with people's hearts, originally he didn't understand, but when he heard Xuan'er say this today, he immediately understood.

Is it the same as the spirit of the dragon sucking incense from humans?

No one can understand it, after all, ghosts don't communicate with people, and no ghost thing will talk to people about their weaknesses, so that people can restrain them and deal with them.

Xuan'er didn't know what was going on, as if she could absorb it. As Xuan'er spoke, her palm waved lightly in the air, and a gust of wind came.

Shi Yan felt only a gust of wind, and Xuan'er seemed to hold something in her hand, and opened her mouth to inhale it into her stomach, looking slightly intoxicated.

"Is this the ability of a ghost thing?" Shi Yan's expression was solemn, he saw a person with such a talent as Xuan'er once, it was too strange, no wonder all the powers in the previous life studied it, and he couldn't know Xuan'er's physique before her death, and he couldn't know why Xuan'er was so strong after becoming a ghost.

The name of the Great Terror is no lie.

Suddenly, the wooden coffin on the ground shook, and the white shadow howled and cried louder, and a scream came from the wooden coffin, which was very piercing, causing everyone on the ground to cover their ears in pain, and the man in gray was no exception.

When it reached Shi Yan's ears, the five secret powers on his body flowed without any effect.

"Was this ghost thing taken away by Xuan'er and stimulated?" Shi Yan looked strange, and then stepped forward and blocked Xuan'er's front.

In the sky, pieces of dark paper converged, and they hit Xuan'er in unison.

The scene of the dark paper gathering under the night sky and rushing to the top of the restaurant attracted the attention of everyone below.

The guards looked up and finally found Shi Yan and Xuan'er on the roof of the restaurant.

The people who can be valued by ghosts and attacked must not be much worse in strength, and the guards are hopeful.

At this time, some of the people of Ningqian City came secretly to hear the sound, and they were only separated from here by a wall, and they stopped one by one, looking at the spectacle of the sky full of dark paper gathering and bombarding one place.

Zeng Yuanshuang heard everyone's exclamations and secretly opened his eyes.

"It's him!"

Zeng Yuanshuang sighed in her heart, it was the martial cultivator she saw in the inn, although the strength was strong, at least it was a martial cultivator of the Extreme Skill Realm, but the martial cultivator had no effect on the ghosts, just sent to death.

I don't know how Shi Yan provoked the ghosts, and was worried about the ghosts, so he shot like this.