The old Liu Tou, Guo Dacheng and Wu Feng Zhou Mingshi brothers who were gathered around the Qingfeng Dao Chief, looked at the blood clay man who kept making various movements on the offering table for a while, and then looked at the Qingfeng Dao Chief, who was full of sweat, at this time, the Qingfeng Dao Chief's face was very ugly, and he was obviously restrained, but everyone could only watch, no one could help, Wu Feng hurriedly clenched his fists, and hurriedly circled around the Qingfeng Dao Chief, and suddenly looked up and saw the mud tire on the table. The mud tire, which was still making various movements, suddenly froze, and its whole body broke away from the offering table and slowly rose into the air.

Silent in the void, Qingfeng Dao Chang's whole body trembled, he silently recited a few mantras in his mouth, and pinched out various fingers with both hands, and the Lingtai suddenly became clear again, injecting his thoughts into the mud tire again, and vaguely, the picture became clearer again, and continued to control the little Taoist priest.

Weng guessed that his flying head was subdued and the little Taoist priest who was emitting black qi all over his body, and he was immediately overjoyed, chattered and laughed a few times, and said proudly: "Haha...... With this little ability, if you want to fight with the old man, it's like looking for death! ”

After that, he closed his eyes, and recited the spell again with a grunt in his mouth, dragging the little Taoist priest into the air, and suddenly received Weng Chai's command, and spit out a mouthful of black and yellow liquid, and spit it out on the little Taoist who was covered with black gas, and this mouthful of black and yellow liquid did not know what kind of energy it contained, and immediately pressed down the black and rich breath on the little Taoist's body, and in the dark, there seemed to be dozens of different screams that entered Weng Chai 's eardrums.

Weng Chai was even more proud, and couldn't help laughing, gritting his teeth and directing the flying head to increase his strength, crushing all the bones of the little Taoist, and the mass of intestines continued to wrap around the body of the little Taoist, gradually tightening, and this pain soon spread to the body of the Qingfeng Daoist.

The cold sweat on Qingfeng Dao's head was endless, his chest rose and fell violently, and he felt that his soul was about to come out of his body, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were already full of bloodshots, as if someone had invisibly choked his neck, and his expression was quite painful.

"Master......" Wu Feng and Zhou Ming stepped forward and whispered in unison, both distressed and eager to suffer for their master.

Old Liu Tou suddenly stepped forward, blocked the way of the two of their senior brothers, made a silent gesture, and then stretched out his hands with a gloomy face, pulling their senior brothers to a secluded place, seeing that they were far away from the Qingfeng Road, he whispered: "You two must not make any noise, your master is now fighting with the people on the other side of the Qingxu Demon Dao with his mind, in case there is a mistake, the yin and evil qi of those dozens of unjust souls will return to your master's body, If you can't even lose his old life......"

"Uncle Liu...... But...... I see that Master looks very uncomfortable, how can we help him......" Zhou Ming said urgently.

Old Liu Tou shook his head and sighed: "None of us can help with this kind of thing, as long as you stand there and don't move, it is the greatest care for your master, you two have to believe in your master, he will definitely be able to hold on." ”K*^s^*