It would be fine if he was knocked away by the corpse. At this time, Taoist Master Qingxu, who was standing behind him, had no time to dodge, and was knocked away by Weng Chai's body. The two of them rolled down to the ground.

Taoist Master Qingxu was already seriously injured, but when Weng Chai hit him like this, he felt his chest tightness and his throat sweet, and he almost vomited blood. He lay on the ground for a while but he didn't react. However, Weng Chai was as flexible as a monkey. As soon as he fell to the ground, he turned over and stood up. As soon as he stood up, his eyes fell on the tall Taoist priest who was emitting black air all over his body, with a look of alert and alertness. At the same time, he tried to move his hands, and just slapped his palms together, and he used too much force, and he heard a sound of bone shattering. Until now, his hands were still numb. It seemed that the sound of the broken bones should be emitted by the short Taoist priest. It can be seen how heavy the blow should be. If he was not prepared, the tendons and bones would inevitably be broken by this collision.

Taoist Qingfeng sat upright on the cushion, urging all the magic power of his body condensed on the blood clay man on the altar. A thick black air filled the body of the blood clay man on the altar. With Taoist Qingfeng's mind power, he made various strange movements. Sometimes he waved his hand and sometimes turned around. Lao Liutou and others who stood around Taoist Qingfeng were all amazed, but no one dared to make a sound, afraid of disturbing Taoist Qingfeng's actions. At this time, everyone also found that there were also fine beads of sweat oozing from Taoist Qingfeng's forehead. It seemed that this evil technique was not so simple. At the same time, he also squeezed cold sweat for Taoist Qingfeng. Everyone didn't know what the current situation was, so they could only stand there and wait. This feeling was really bad.

No one can see it, and Taoist Qingfeng can only see a blurry shadow. The short little Taoist priest was closest to him. Taoist Qingfeng first took him to a blow and grabbed his neck. Then, the evil spirits of the wronged souls crashed into his body, forcibly squeezed out of his body. Once a person loses the three souls and seven spirits, he will naturally not be able to survive.

At this moment, Taoist Qingfeng concentrated his energy again, and through the mysterious connection between the Blood Clay Man and the tall Taoist priest, he looked at the Qingxu Demon Taoist in front of him and the thin figure like a monkey.

Taoist Master Qingxu also got up, his face turned pale. Weng Kuai looked at the tall little Taoist priest and stepped back. He didn't dare to look back. He just asked Taoist Master Qingxu behind him with a trembling voice: What's wrong with Brother Qingxu? Why did your disciple suddenly become like this.

Taoist Master Qingxu coughed a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood and phlegm, staring at his disciple surrounded by a ball of black gas, and said with a serious look: It seems that our trace has been discovered. My disciple has been controlled by someone, and he is possessed by dozens of unjust souls at the same time. I'm afraid we'll be in danger this time. It must be the one who did the old Taoist Qingfeng. Only Maoshan can use such evil magic and secret techniques.
Chapter completed!