Seeing that this little ghost baby was so fierce, Weng Chai was deeply touched again. He never dared to underestimate this little thing in his heart, but this little ghost baby was completely more powerful than he thought. Weng Chai had his own plans. This little ghost baby was a very fierce thing that had not been seen in a century. If he could subdue it and use it for himself, he would definitely have a good helper in the future. As for how to cultivate the little ghost baby into his own minions, Weng Chai naturally had his own evil method. Thinking about the beginning, Taoist Master Qingxu was

The method of practicing the ghost baby from him was only more than a year later. After so long, the ghost baby has become a climate. His Taoist practice is getting more and more diligent. It is not that simple to subdue him. Moreover, Weng Chai is a little restricted now. His premise is that he cannot kill the ghost baby, nor can he hurt himself. There is a dilemma for a while. If he doesn't take a heavy move, he may not be able to subdue the ghost baby. The longer the delay is, the more unfavorable it will be for him.

However, at this moment, Weng Chai couldn't think too much. After the little ghost baby shook away the thick balls of evil spirit, he rushed towards Weng Chai again and fought with Weng Chai. For a moment, no one could subdue each other, and the scene seemed a little stalemate.

While the little ghost infighting and Weng Chai were fighting, Wu Feng finally had time to check the injuries of his master and Zhou Ming. On the surface, Taoist Qingfeng and Zhou Ming both showed signs of poisoning, and it was very powerful. Wu Feng held his breath before and used the skills of listening to the ants in Baizhu to distinguish the faint breathing of Taoist Qingfeng and Zhou Ming from the many noisy sounds. Compared with the two, Zhou Ming's injuries were even worse. His breathing was very weak. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a breath like a frying spring. If an ordinary person was an ordinary person, he would definitely think that Zhou Ming had already died at this moment.

Wu Feng quickly walked to Zhou Ming's side, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and touched the pulse on Zhou Ming's neck. At this moment, there was no sign of beating. Zhou Ming's mouth and nose sprayed a lot of black blood, and his whole upper body was almost soaked in black blood. Moreover, the skin on his body had turned black. There seemed to be a trace of light and almost invisible white on his body, especially the little white breath floating above his head, which was a little thicker than the white aura that appeared on his body. It could be seen with the naked eye that Wu Feng knew that his senior brother had swallowed the inner elixir of two demon foxes. This little white mist was the true essence of the two demon fox inner elixirs, protecting Zhou Ming's lifeline, otherwise Zhou Ming's body would be cold now.

The elixir of death is destroyed, and the elixir is destroyed. This is a fate that cannot be escaped. The inner elixir of this demon fox is also a spiritual treasure. It has condensed the cultivation of the two demon foxes for hundreds of years, and it is not for nothing.

After checking that Zhou Ming and his master were both infected with extremely powerful poisons, Wu Feng was not so anxious because the blood on his body could detoxify all poisons. Even the poison of the Red Refining Snake, the most poisonous poison in the world, could be detoxified. So what else can't be dealt with?
Chapter completed!