In just a second or two, Huang Mao and I felt uncomfortable breathing.

What kind of evil way is this, and it can still exude evil spirits all over its body?

But this guy doesn't look like a ghost.

There is a shadow under him.

But the only thing that is certain is that this guy is very strong and definitely not something Huang Mao and I can deal with.

I gritted my teeth and endured the strange oppressive feeling, and quickly took out the blind man's weeds and grasshoppers.

And he pressed the prepared vaginal rice directly into the grasshopper's head.

The demon on the opposite side also saw my movements, squinted his eyes and said:

"Boy, what are you playing?"

"Huh! You'll find out soon."

I replied coldly.

But this demon may have been alone for too long, or maybe Huang Mao and I are too young, and neither of us can bear the aura he exudes.

I don’t even think that the two of us can use any powerful methods.

Therefore, the self-confidence is overwhelming.

At this moment, he is also somewhat interested in us.

He was not in a hurry to take action against us, he was very arrogant, and instead replied:

"Okay! I'll just wait for you guys. Let's see what the younger generation has to do. See if we can let Pindao stretch his muscles and bones."

When he said this, I had already placed the weed grasshopper stuffed with rice grains in the palm of my left hand.

A sword-finger mudra is formed on the right hand.

The Demonic Taoist Master looked at it carefully, looking a little thoughtful.

Immediately, I heard me forming seals and shouting:
Chapter completed!