Suddenly, a series of miserable voices came from all directions, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, which made people feel turbulent, and the entire mass grave immediately blew a gust of yin wind, blowing all over the dead branches and leaves, mixed with yellow paper money that had not been burned clean, flying all over the sky, in such a gloomy and terrifying, black fog-shrouded mass grave post, and added a bit of mysterious atmosphere.

With the sound coming, Zhou Ming's footsteps flickered again, and black plasma began to flow out of his nostrils, covering his lips, and sliding down his jaw drop by drop, Zhou Ming's mind seemed to be shaken by this miserable smile, but he seemed to be unconscious, and still walked forward step by step with difficulty and persistence on his back with Qingfeng Dao, to be exact, it should not be walking, but moving...... Every step he took, it seemed to take all his strength, and his eyes were dull and gray, like a man who had been dead for a long time, without a little anger.

After the laughter, two figures appeared ten steps away from Zhou Ming, one was the Qingxu Demon Dao dressed in a Taoist robe and the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, he looked at the Qingfeng Daoist and Zhou Ming's master and apprentice who were so miserable, he was a little trembling with excitement, his face was full of a cheerful smile, in his eyes, at this moment, Qingfeng Dao Chang and his little apprentice were already a dead man.

Although Zhou Ming was walking towards him slowly and with difficulty on his back, the Qingxu Demon Dao still saw some clues from Zhou Ming's empty eyes, he was no different from a dead man now, just a slight movement of his fingers, Zhou Ming would fall to the ground, and he would never stand up again.

As for the Qingfeng Dao Chief, not to mention, he was seriously injured, and he was hit by the venom of the Golden Poison Toad, lying on Zhou Ming's body, maybe he was already dead, watching his enemy who did not share the sky become this dead dog-like appearance, Qingxu Dao Chang was indescribably excited, and his two hands couldn't help rubbing each other, and now he could obviously kill Zhou Ming, but he endured it without doing it, because he felt that they were not miserable enough now, if it weren't for them, Heifeng Village would not have been destroyed, and Jin Batian would not have died, His only nephew Hu San will not end up so tragically, Hu San is the only descendant of his old Hu family, he died like that, and the only bloodline inheritance of the old Hu family is gone, how can he not hate? !

The other one standing next to the Qingxu Demon Dao is naturally the head descending master of the Siamese country, Weng Chai at this moment, he is surrounded by black gas, strong as splashing ink, churning endlessly, the black gas is wrapped in countless unjust ghosts in the mass grave gang, struggling in his black gas, conjuring up a terrifying and hideous face, his eyes are full of viciousness and greed, as if he is about to break away from Weng Chai at any time, and devour the living things in front of him alive.

The black gas on his body has never been so strong, and the whole person is like a piece of black charcoal that can never be burned, venting endless resentment.

Watching Zhou Ming move towards them little by little with the Qingfeng Dao on his back, this deep master-apprentice friendship made Weng Chai who was full of evil spirit couldn't help but feel a little touched, nodded and said: "Although this Qingfeng Old Dao has no skills, the apprentice he taught is indeed a top one, and he is too busy to take care of himself, and he even thinks about carrying his master out, why can't the old man meet such an apprentice?" ”