In other words, although Wang Shuo and Li Hongji had already known from the old monk's mouth that the old witch king had practiced flying head dropping, but now that they really saw him pull his head off, they still couldn't accept it in their hearts, and they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and forgot to attack again.

They were stunned, but the old witch king was not, and he raised his hands to support his own head with his eyes closed and stood there silent for a while, just when Wang Shuo and the two were about to come back to their senses, his closed eyes were suddenly opened by him, and he opened his mouth to let out a burst of laughter, and his head flew out of his hand out of thin air.

"Gollum," Seeing this scene, the two of them subconsciously swallowed their saliva, and were stunned for a moment before they completely reacted.

"Brother Li, hurry up and lay out the formation," shouted at Li Hongji on the side, Wang Shuo pinched the head of the old witch king flying in the air and chanted a spell, and the peachwood sword that controlled him pierced him.

"Hmph," the old witch king glared at Li Hongji, who was standing aside, turned his head to look at the flying peachwood sword, and simply moved his head to the side a little distance to avoid Wang Shuo's attack. The old witch king before was able to dodge Wang Shuo's attack, not to mention that he only had one head now, not to mention, his head could still fly now.

Dodging the attack, the old witch king stared at Wang Shuo with a pair of big eyes, and opened his mouth to drink Thai Chinese.

Li Hongji saw that the old witch king and Wang Shuo had already fought, and he was afraid that Wang Shuo would not be able to resist the old witch king, so he quickly turned around and continued to arrange the formation that had not yet been laid out before.

As the old witch king kept shouting, Wang Shuo felt a sudden surge of heat in his body, as if his own blood was about to burn.

Gritting his teeth and pressing down the discomfort in his body, Wang Shuo raised his right hand and pinched out the sword finger to control the peachwood sword to attack the old witch king's head from behind, and at the same time, his left hand quickly pinched out a set of fingerprints on his chest, and shouted loudly: "Yang fire curse, disease." ”

As soon as Wang Shuo's words fell, a bright red flame suddenly appeared in front of Wang Shuo's finger out of thin air, and he quickly flew towards the old witch king's head with a wave of it.

Hearing the wind coming from behind, the old witch king hurriedly moved a little distance to the side, allowing another attack from the peachwood sword, and at the same time, his eyes left Wang Shuo's body to look at the bright red yang fire that flew in, and he drank a Thai sentence in his mouth.

"Crackle," there was a soft sound, and a blue-black flame suddenly appeared in front of the yang fire released by Wang Shuo, and as soon as the two flames came into contact, they ignited against each other, as if they both wanted to burn each other to ashes.

Seeing this, Wang Shuo continued to control the peachwood sword with his right hand to attack the old witch king's head, and at the same time used his left hand to pinch out a set of fingerprints again, gritted his teeth and released a large stream of yang fire again, reaching out and swinging this new large cloud of yang fire at the old witch king, and by the way, the old witch king's blue-black flame was burned into a puff of black smoke.

"Hmph," the old witch king snorted coldly with disdain, opened his mouth to read a series of Thai words, and as soon as his words fell, he saw that a large black stream of sewage that was emitting bursts of stinky sewage appeared out of thin air, directly enveloping Wang Shuo's yang fire in it.

As the yang fire continued to burn with black sewage, a more foul-smelling smell suddenly appeared in the bedroom, smelling this foul smell, Wang Shuo, Li Hongji and the old monk suddenly had a dizzy feeling, if it wasn't for the existence of essence in their bodies, I am afraid that they would have choked and fainted by this stench at this time.

"Damn," biting the tip of his tongue to sober himself up, Wang Shuo cursed in a low voice and shook his very uncomfortable head, and pinched the sword finger in his right hand and commanded the peachwood sword to pierce the old witch king.

Unfortunately, the old witch king only moved a little distance to the side before letting go of the peachwood sword's attack.

He cursed again in his heart, Wang Shuo didn't see the peach wood sword produce results for a long time, so he simply spread his sword finger and let the peach wood sword fall straight next to the old witch king's body, under the surprised gaze of the old witch king, his left hand was spread out in front of him, and his right hand took the three brushes in his hand, gritted his teeth, held the middle position of the three brushes and pierced it according to his left palm.

"Flutter," it may be because his head has not yet sobered up, or it may be because of the hot and dry feeling of the blood in his body, but Wang Shuo's strength this time is too much, and he almost didn't pierce his left hand directly, and when he pulled out the tips of the three brushes, he saw a small stream of bright red blood spurting forward a short distance.

"He~he," suddenly seeing the blood, the old witch king opened his mouth and let out a very rapid panting sound, looking very excited, if he didn't still have some sense, I was afraid that he would be instinctively urged to fly over and lick the blood that Wang Shuo spilled on the ground.

Flying head down, if you practice this descent, the head descending master must keep the head flying out to suck blood every day for 9981 days, otherwise, the head descending master will not only be unable to cultivate the flying head descent, but will even be eaten back by the descending technique and die.

It stands to reason that the old witch king has been practicing flying head for an unknown number of years, and he should no longer show excitement when he sees blood, but because Wang Shuo is not only a virgin with pure yang blood, but more importantly, his current identity is a Taoist priest, after the baptism of essence and previous merits, his blood has once again attracted the blood-sucking instinct of the old witch king.

The old witch king looked at the blood on the ground and the wound on Wang Shuo's left palm, licked his lips, forcibly resisted the idea of rushing over, opened his mouth and muttered something to the mouth, and saw the bright red blood that fell to the ground suddenly flew out of thin air, and as the old witch king opened his mouth and sucked, the blood condensed into a ball and flew forward quickly, and was finally swallowed directly by the old witch king into his mouth.

I don't know where the blood is stored in the head, which has been separated from the body, I saw the old witch king swallow Wang Shuo's blood with his mouth closed, and closed his eyes and floated there with an expression of enjoyment.

Seeing the performance of the old witch king, Wang Shuo snorted angrily, first put aside the blood-stained and hairbrush, took the hard brush in his left hand and drew a bright red horizontal line in the air, while holding the soft brush with his right hand to quickly write down the spell of sleepiness, and chanted the spell in his mouth: "Spell of words, disease." Sleepy spell, disease. ”

As soon as Wang Shuo's words fell, he saw two spells written and drawn with pure yang blood rush forward, and flew over the old witch king's head.

Feeling the sense of oppression, the old witch king opened his eyes, looked at the flying red light and the sleepy word spell, opened his mouth and snorted softly, moved the black sewage that had extinguished the yang fire, and wrapped Wang Shuo's two charms into it.

Seeing the old witch king's actions, Wang Shuo frowned and looked up, and saw that the two charms could no longer exert their original functions in the black sewage, and gradually diluted in the sewage.

The old witch king was very satisfied with his methods, and pulled the corners of his mouth at Wang Shuo to reveal a very distorted smile, his eyes stared at Wang Shuo and he opened his mouth and snorted softly.

"Uh," snorted, Wang Shuo raised his hands and pressed his chest tightly, only to feel as if something inside was gradually expanding, which soon made it difficult for him to breathe.

"What's that? Did the old witch king already give me a subjugation? Wang Shuo said silently in his heart, and was about to find a way to solve the current predicament, when suddenly, he felt his heart twitch suddenly, and he didn't take a breath, and his eyes rolled and he fainted directly to the ground.

(PS: There's only one chapter today.,I'm sorry guys.,No way.,The computer at home is broken.,I ran to the Internet café to code words before dinner.,I have to go home for dinner.,I won't come out at night.。 I said yes and no, but I still have to talk about it...... ）