Lin Mengjia had already looked a little relaxed. After hearing Tang Feng say this, she immediately realized something. She immediately widened her eyes and said, "In other words, those people who were frostbite were not just frostbite, but were swallowed by this insect?

But, it’s just that people don’t know!”

As these words were spoken, Lin Mengjia already felt creepy.

She heard many of the things that Tang Feng mentioned for the first time, and felt that they were quite far away from her, but now she knew that these things have always existed around her, but they were recognized by people in another way.

This idea is really scary.

Tang Feng nodded with a smile and said, "Compared with other monsters and spirits, this soul-devouring insect is quite common. As long as it has a cold environment, it will be born."

Lin Mengjia said in confusion again: "Born?

How to be born?

Could this thing appear out of thin air?”

Tang Feng nodded and said, "It seems that this is the case. No one has delved into where the Soul-Devouring Worm comes from. After all, its damage is almost insignificant and can be seen everywhere. If you figure it out, it is useless."

Lin Mengjia also knew that Tang Feng would not say this to him for nothing, so he hurriedly asked again: "Does the things that those two people smeared on the ground have something to do with this soul-devouring insect?"

Tang Feng said "Hmm" and said, "I have heard before that some alien cultivators will gather a large number of soul-devouring insects in one place to refine a potion specifically for the Yin spirit, or sprinkle them in advance where the Yin spirit often enters and leaves, or spray them on the Yin spirit, which can make the Yin spirit incapacity and facilitate them to seize it."

Lin Mengjia showed a look of surprise on her face and said, "This potion seems to be for dealing with such ghosts."

Tang Feng nodded with a smile and said, "In fact, in order to save trouble, they can use the soul in batches in some dark areas. It is just right for them to use it at this moment. Just now, Zixuan has already secretly controlled these two people and asked them to apply the potion on the ground, so you are just waiting to watch the show."

Lin Mengjia has been worried about this matter, and at this moment, she finally smiled and nodded slightly.

The second game began again amid the audience's curses and shouts.

The crowd was as angry as ever, and some even wanted to rush to the stage. However, the bar owner had already expected this and had to take the lead.

In front of the audience, more than a dozen burly men stood up and stood in front of the people. Each had a dark face, like a black-faced god. When those people saw this, most of them made a move forward, but they did not dare to lean over, cursed and retreated involuntarily.

This also confirms that Tang Feng and Lin Mengjia's previous words were not required to maintain order in this scene, and the situation in which the monks seemed to be quite fierce, but some strong men could do it, and even martial arts cultivators did not need to be.

The old man in the box opposite has no intention here.

Lin Mengjia subconsciously glanced at him, worried that he would also see something unusual about Zi Xuan's hands and feet.

But the old man seemed to have not noticed anything, but was still standing, looking at the two contestants, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

The man who had left behind him had already returned, and was still standing in the original place. Seeing his face, he frowned and said nothing. It was obvious that he had not completed the task assigned to him just now.

As the game began, when the Dark Night Soul stood up, his coach kept saying something behind him, his expression was as excited as before. I don’t know if he listened to it. His eyes were as dissipated as before. This short rest had no effect on him.

But there was a change on the Demon King's side.

While resting, his eyes were a little gloomy and he looked at his opponent. The audience could almost overturn the roof of the audience. He turned a deaf ear to him, and the staff around him were busy, and he ignored him.

It seemed as if the people around him were used to all this and didn't care. They just helped him with massage, and no one talked to him. Ren [      www.biqugetv.co] looked at the opposite side with his face and said nothing.

When the Demon King stepped forward, everyone thought that the second game would be a copy and paste in the first game, and he would defeat his opponent again without any suspense.

Some people were already cursing and leaving the market.

But beyond everyone's expectations, the Demon King had just taken a step forward, and his feet seemed to touch the ground, and he stood there without moving, and never walked forward again.

The referee looked in the direction of the Demon King, gestured to him, and signaled him to come to the middle of the stage, but no matter what he did, the Demon King was still standing there.

His abnormal behavior attracted strange expressions from the onlookers, and the shouts around him were silent for a moment.

The referee had already walked to the Demon King, leaned towards his ear, asked him what had happened and whether the game needed to be suspended.

Everyone's attention was on the Demon King, and few people saw that the situation of the Dark Night Soul had changed.

He had a bit of blurred scattered eyes, but in an instant, it became clear.

When he came on stage, his pace was slightly retreating, and his whole body seemed very upset. At this moment, his spine had already risen, and in an instant, he returned to the confident look he was when he came on stage.

Lin Mengjia saw it in her eyes and pulled Tang Feng's arm in surprise, pointed at the stage, and said, "Look, he has returned to normal!"

Tang Feng nodded with a smile and said, "The Yin Spirit in the human body is suppressed and can no longer affect his opponent, so he will naturally recover as before."

Lin Mengjia's smile became more and more obvious. She nodded and said, "It turns out that the good show is about to be staged."

On the stage, the referee was still talking to the Demon King. The Demon King ignored the other party and showed a look of surprise, hesitation and fear on his face, as if he was completely confused about what was going on.

While the commentator in the audience began to whisper with the host and discuss whether to suspend the game, the Demon King took a step and walked towards the middle of the stage.

"He moved! Why did he move?

Could it be that Zixuan's potion has failed?"

Lin Mengjia, who had already relaxed, seemed a little nervous for a moment.

Tang Feng shook his head and said, "The Yin God on his body is gone."
Chapter completed!