I only heard a bang in my ears, and the aura of the "swastika" that carried the fierce momentum slammed into the little Taoist's body, and the aura of the "swastika" composed of the essence and blood of Weng Chai for decades of cultivation just touched the little Taoist priest who emitted black gas, and immediately turned into a blood mist, sprinkled all over the little Taoist's body, and the black gas around him all dissipated, and then a thick white mist evaporated.

The little Taoist screamed miserably, and his body was directly hit by the aura of the swastika and flew out a few feet away, Weng Chai's body was shaky, and his brain was also buzzing, just now he urged the "Cross Exorcism Blood Curse", used up too much essence blood, and his vitality was already greatly injured, but at this moment, the little Taoist priest as a carrier of the air fighting method, if he is not completely killed, it is very likely that he will make a comeback, Weng Chai endured the idea of falling headlong, and swayed to the scimitar that was thrown away just now, Stretched out his hand to pick up the scimitar, took a deep breath, and strode towards the badly injured little Taoist, although Weng Chai was greatly injured, and he lost too much blood, but he understood a truth, this opportunity is fleeting, if the little Taoist priest is not cut at this moment, if those unjust souls gather again, he and the Qingxu Daoist will definitely die, and he used all his strength at the moment, and in a flash, he has already arrived at the side of the little Taoist.

As soon as he pulled up the collar of the little Taoist, he was about to cut the knife at his neck, and couldn't help but glance at the little Taoist, only to see that the little Taoist's clothes were corroded by his own blood curse like a fire, and his chest was black, exuding a smell of barbecue.

The little Taoist priest regained his senses, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest, and the great god who couldn't help but cry out, raised his eyes, and saw that Weng Chai was tugging at his collar with one hand, and holding a scimitar with the other, as if he was about to slash at his neck.

The little Taoist priest suddenly panicked, and he couldn't care about the pain in his chest at the moment, so he hurriedly said with his leaky mouth: "Weng ...... Uncle Weng Chai ...... What are you doing here...... We're all in this together, you're not going to kill your nephew, are you......"

Weng Chai was stunned for a moment, and also saw that the little Taoist priest had regained his senses, but he still smiled coldly, and said ruthlessly: "Good master and nephew...... When you get to the Netherworld, don't blame Uncle Weng Chai for being ruthless, if you want to blame it, you can only blame the old man who controls your soul, you go to Huangquan Road to find him to settle accounts! ”

After that, Weng Chai raised his scimitar and slashed at the neck of the little Taoist priest, with a "poof" sound, blood splashed everywhere, and the little Taoist priest didn't even have time to scream, and his head had already rolled to the side.

Blood splashed Weng Chai on his face, he stretched out his tongue and licked the blood on the side of his mouth, and smacked his mouth twice, the red blood rolled down his dark face, which looked even more hideous.

After this knife was cut, Weng Chai suddenly felt that his whole body was loosened, and his tense nerves were suddenly relieved, but there was a sharp pain in the dantian, and the sound of buzzing in his head was loud, and suddenly his eyes went black and he fell.