Just like Taoist Master Qingxu was like this, after only a short while of persistence, he was almost unable to hold on. The corners of his mouth began to overflow with red blood. The only trace of true energy in his dantian was about to be exhausted. The layer of faint golden light shrouded by the eight-way evil-suppressing talisman was getting weaker and weaker, like a bubble, and there was danger of breaking at any time. However, the belief in survival was supporting him. Until the last moment, he would not give up his life like this.

Weng Chai has been practicing the art of surrendering in Siam for decades, and has a profound attainment. He is also a top art of surrendering in the entire Siam. As the saying goes, Tao follows nature and the whole of all sects are unified. This art of surrendering in China is also closely related to Taoism in China. However, part of the essence of Chinese Taoism was introduced to Siam. The local wizards in Siam created the art of surrendering in Siam based on their local witchcraft. Since Weng Chai used the art of surrendering in such a superb way, even in the entire Qing Dynasty, he was considered a figure with profound Taoism. The black small whirlwind carrying the evil spirit passed through Weng Chai's body, and it was not so easy to squeeze out his three souls and seven spirits. In addition, Taoist Master Qingxu put a soul-fixing talisman on his back just now, which played a great role.

But no matter how powerful Weng Chai was, he was just a person. The little Taoist priest was controlled by Taoist Qingfeng with the blood clay man. His strength was a little bigger than that of a zombie. His hands tightly grabbed Weng Chai's neck, and Weng Chai also tightly grabbed the little Taoist priest's neck. However, Weng Chai's originally shiny face looked even darker at this time, and it was black and purple. His face looked like a purple-black eggplant. However, no matter how hard Weng Chai tried to pinch the little Taoist priest's neck, the little Taoist still had no expression on his face, and his neck was hard like a stone, and it seemed to be the same as if it were not pinching. The dark eyes were so dark that they were so deep that they were so charming and staring at Weng Chai.

Wengchai could hardly bear it anymore. A black whirlwind behind him penetrated through his body. His soul was stimulating and his consciousness began to become a little blurred. He had to concentrate on using his true energy to guide the whole body and forcibly restrain the three souls and seven souls in his body from being squeezed out of the body by those wronged souls. However, this is not a long-term solution. At most, he would have been strangled to death by the little Taoist priest in front of him at most. Even if he was not occupied by those ghosts, he would probably have been strangled to death by the little Taoist priest in front of him.

In a hurry, Weng Chai could no longer care about so much. He felt ruthless, and he pressed his tongue to his teeth. He bit hard, and a mouthful of red blood flowed out. When the blood filled his entire mouth, Weng Chai suddenly opened his mouth and vomited at the face of the little Taoist priest in front of him. The blood on the tip of the tongue, which contained Weng Chai's decades of true energy, suddenly spitted on the face of the little Taoist priest. The little Taoist priest immediately let out a tragic howl, and a thick white smoke rose from his whole body, all of the black air dissipated, and the black whirlwind behind him suddenly disappeared.
Chapter completed!