As far as the Qingxu Dao Chief is like this, he has only been doing it for a short time, and he is about to be unable to support it, the corners of his mouth have begun to overflow with red bloodstains, and the only trace of true qi in the dantian is about to be exhausted, and the faint golden light shrouded in the Bafang Evil Talisman is also getting weaker and weaker, like a bubble, and there is a danger of bursting at any time, but the belief in survival is supporting him, and until the last moment, he will not give up his life like this.

Weng Chai practiced head lowering in Siam for decades, it can be said that he is quite attained, and he is also considered to be the top head lowering master in the entire Siam country, as the so-called Taoist nature, all sects are one, this head lowering technique is also inseparable from Chinese Taoism, but part of the essence of Chinese Taoism was introduced to Siam, and the local wizards of Siam combined with their local witchcraft to create zào out of the head lowering technique, since this Weng Chai will use the head lowering technique so superbly, even in the entire Qing Dynasty is also a Taoist figure, The small black whirlwind carrying the yin aura passed through Weng Chai's body, and it was not so easy to squeeze out his three souls and seven spirits, plus the Qingxu Dao Elder had pasted a soul fixing talisman on his back just now, which played a great role.

But no matter how powerful Weng Chai is, he is just a person, and the little Taoist priest is a walking corpse who is controlled by Qingfeng Daoist with a blood clay man, and his strength is a few points greater than that of a zombie, his hands pinched Weng Chai's neck, and Weng Chai also pinched the neck of the little Taoist, but Weng Chai's originally black and shiny face looked even darker at this time, and it was black with purple, and the face looked like a purple-black eggplant, but no matter how hard Weng Chai tried to pinch the neck of the little Taoist, The little Taoist priest's face still didn't have any expression, and his neck was as hard as a stone, pinching it or not seemed to be the same, and the pair of black bottomless eyes were hooked, looking directly at Weng Chai with a hook.

Weng Chai couldn't bear it anymore, a black whirlwind behind him penetrated through his body, his soul was agitated for a while, and his consciousness began to become a little blurred, he had to concentrate on using his true qi to introduce his whole body, and forcibly restrain the three souls and seven spirits in his body from being squeezed out of his body by those unjust souls, but this is not a long-term solution, at most, he will not be able to hold on to half a pillar of incense for less than a moment, even if he is not seized by those yin spirits, he is estimated to be strangled to death by the little Taoist priest in front of him.

In a hurry, Weng Chai couldn't care about this anymore, his heart was ruthless, he put the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and bit hard, a mouthful of red blood gushed out, and when the blood filled the entire mouth, Weng Chai suddenly opened his mouth and spit out towards the face of the little Taoist priest in front of him, and the blood on the tip of the tongue containing Weng Chai for decades suddenly spit on the face of the little Taoist, and the little Taoist immediately let out a miserable howl, and a thick white smoke rose up on his whole body, and the black gas all over his body dissipated. The black whirlwind behind it suddenly disappeared.

Weng Chai suddenly felt that his neck was loosened, the little Taoist priest let go of his hand, and fell backwards, Weng Chai also hurriedly let go of his hands, staggered back a few steps, and gasped for breath, just now, he was almost strangled to death by the little Taoist, but in a hurry, Weng Chai used the blood on the tip of his tongue that had a great reaction to himself, and obviously suffered a lot of damage. K*^s^*