Suddenly, a series of bleak sounds came from all directions, like a big bell, making people feel turbulent. The entire mass grave immediately blew up, and the dead branches and leaves were blowing all over the ground, mixed with yellow paper money that had not been burned, and the mass grave that was shrouded in the dark mist added a bit of mysterious atmosphere.

As the sound came, Zhou Ming's footsteps shook again, and black plasma began to flow out of his nostrils, spreading across his lips, sliding drop by drop from his jaw. Zhou Ming's mind seemed to be shaken by this gloomy smile. However, he seemed to be unaware of it, and still walked forward step by step with Master Qingfeng on his back. To be precise, it should not be walking, but moving every step it moved seemed to take away all his strength. His eyes were dull and gray, like a person who had been dead for a long time, without any anger.

After the laughter, two figures appeared ten steps away from Zhou Ming. One was Qingxu Demon Dao dressed in a Taoist robe and pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks. He looked proudly at the miserable Taoist Master Qingfeng and Master Zhou Ming, who were beaten so miserably, and trembled with excitement and a cheerful smile on his face. In his eyes, at this moment, Taoist Master Qingfeng and his little disciple were already dead.

Although Zhou Ming was walking towards him slowly and hard with Taoist Qingfeng on his back, Qingxu Demon Dao still saw some clues from Zhou Ming's empty eyes. He was no different from a dead person now. Just move his fingers gently, Zhou Ming would fall to the ground and never stand up again.

As for Taoist Master Qingfeng, let alone, he was seriously injured and was caught in the venom of the golden poison toad. He lay on Zhou Ming's body, maybe he was dead. Seeing his irreconcilable enemy turned into this dead dog, Taoist Master Qingxu was so excited that his hands couldn't help rubbing each other. Now he could kill Zhou Ming, but he endured it because he felt that they were not miserable enough now. If it weren't for them, the Heifeng Village would not have been destroyed, Jin Batian would not have died, and his only nephew Hu San would not have ended in such a tragic end. Hu San was the only descendant of his old Hu family, so he died. The only blood inheritance of the old Hu family was gone like this, so how could he not hate him

The other person standing next to Qingxu Demon Dao was naturally Weng Chai, the leader of the Siam Kingdom. At this moment, he was covered in black air, as strong as ink, and tumbling. The black air was wrapped in countless evil spirits and ghosts, struggling in his black air, and transformed into terrifying and hideous faces. His eyes were full of viciousness and greed, as if he was about to leave Weng Chai's body at any time and swallow the living creature in front of him.

The black aura on his body has never been so strong. His whole body is like a piece of black charcoal that can never be burned, venting endless resentment.
Chapter completed!