After saying that, Master Qingfeng turned around and handed the ancient copper coins sword to Zhou Ming on the side, and said in a deep voice: I will cast spells against those people from Qingxu Demon Dao now. You guys just stand here and don’t let anyone disturb me.

Taoist priest, don't worry, if we are here to guard you, no one will disturb you. Guo Dacheng finally recovered, his face gradually turned bloody. He took a deep breath and said.

Master Qingfeng nodded, and suddenly there was a hint of worry on his face. He turned to look at Wu Feng and Zhou Ming, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the words came to his mouth, but he still swallowed them into his stomach. In fact, Master Qingfeng originally wanted to say that his spell casting was quite dangerous this time. If the witchcraft master on the Qingxu Demon Dao was too powerful, he would probably retaliate the evil spirits of dozens of unjust souls on his body, and he might lose his life if he accidentally said it. The reason why Master Qingfeng didn't say it was because he was afraid that his two disciples would stop him, and everything he had done before would be defeated.

Fortunately, Master Qingfeng's worried look flashed by. Did Wu Feng and Zhou Ming care too much? He thought that he had consumed too much energy when casting spells just now, and he had not yet rested.

Master Qingfeng walked slowly to the altar. Wu Feng found a cushion from somewhere and placed it in front of the altar. Master Qingfeng sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, pinched his fingers several fingers, and placed them flat on his knees, as if an old monk had entered a meditation.

Everyone was surrounded by Master Qingfeng. Somehow, suddenly, everyone felt a sense of tension and oppression, and their breathing became heavier, as if echoing the feelings of everyone. Master Qingfeng just closed his eyes, and suddenly another gust of cold wind blew in the yard. He kept spinning around several people, blew the burning fire paper in the brazier, rolling up a ball of black paper ash, and flying all over the sky. Everyone looked at the paper ash that kept floating, and felt that the cold feeling of not long ago wrapped itself up again, and his heartbeat accelerated. But after a moment, the whole world returned to tranquility, but a little too quiet. The birds that were originally chirping in the yard suddenly closed their mouths, and everyone seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeat.

Everyone stood there without moving, just staring at Taoist Qingfeng in a daze, a little nervous, expectant, and inexplicably worried, but everyone dared not make a sound, just stared blankly.

After Qingfeng Tao entered into meditation, the breath of the whole body was restrained, and everything around him could no longer be felt, and even his breathing had stopped. The whole world was peaceful. Through the blood clay man on the altar, a blurred picture gradually appeared in his mind. There were only a few simple shadows in this picture, and the face could not be seen, and even their shadows were shaking.
Chapter completed!