Old Liu, Guo Dacheng, Wu Feng and Zhou Ming, who were surrounded by Taoist Qingfeng, looked at the blood clay man on the altar that kept making various movements, and then looked at the sweaty Taoist Qingfeng. At this moment, Taoist Qingfeng's face was very ugly, obviously restrained, but everyone could only watch and no one could help. Wu Feng clenched his fist tightly and turned around the Taoist Qingfeng in a hurry. Suddenly, he looked up and saw the mud on the altar. The mud on the altar that was still making various movements suddenly froze, and his whole body left the altar and slowly rose into the air.

In the silence of nothingness, Taoist Master Qingfeng's whole body began to tremble. He silently recited a few words of mantras in his mouth and pinched various fingers with both hands. The spiritual platform suddenly became clearer again, and he injected his thoughts into the mud fetus again. It was faintly clearer, and the picture became clearer again, and he continued to control the little Taoist priest through the blood clay man.

Weng Kuai saw his flying head fall control the little Taoist priest who emitted black air all over his body, and he was immediately overjoyed. He laughed a few times and said proudly: Haha, with this little ability, he still wants to fight with me, it's simply a matter of seeking death.

After saying that, he closed his eyes, chanted the spell again with a murmur in his mouth, dragging the little Taoist priest to the flying head in the air, and immediately received Weng Chai's instructions. He opened his mouth and spitted a mouthful of black and yellow liquid at the little Taoist priest full of black air. He didn't know what kind of energy the black and yellow liquid contained, and suddenly pressed down the black and rich aura of the little Taoist priest's body. In the dark, dozens of different screams seemed to be heard into Weng Chai's eardrums.

Wengchai was even more proud, and couldn't help laughing. He gritted his teeth and directed the flying head to increase the intensity, crushing the little Taoist priest's bones. The intestines kept wrapping around the little Taoist priest's body and gradually tightening. This pain soon spread to Taoist Qingfeng's body.

The cold sweat on Master Qingfeng's head was endless, his chest was undulating violently, and he felt that his soul was about to escape. He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were already covered with blood, as if someone had invisibly grabbed his neck, and his expression was quite painful.

Master Wu Feng and Zhou Ming took a step forward and shouted in a low voice in unison, both of whom were heartbroken and wished they could suffer for their master.

Old Liu suddenly stepped forward, blocking the way of their brothers and brothers. He made a gesture of silence. Then he stretched out his hands with a gloomy face and pulled them to a secluded place. Seeing that Li Deqingfeng Road was long, he whispered: You two must not make any noise. Your master is now fighting with the people on the Qingxu Demon Dao through the mud fetus. If something goes wrong, the evil spirits of the dozens of unjust souls will retaliate on your master. If he doesn't even lose his life.

Mr. Liu, I think his master looks uncomfortable, so how should we help him? Zhou Ming said anxiously.
Chapter completed!