As soon as he turned around, before he could take a step, the palms of the Qingfeng Daoist slapped on the back of the Qingxu Daoist one after another, and the Qingxu Demon Dao that hit directly rose into the air, and his body was still in mid-air, the black cloth on the chest of the Qingxu Daoist suddenly loosened, and the little ghost baby with a bare ass suddenly broke free from the arms of the Qingxu Daoist and rolled into the grass on the side.

After the Qingxu Dao Chang landed, a mouthful of blood also spit out, several times more blood than the Qingfeng Dao Chang just now, the Qingxu Dao Chang has been cultivating the Yin Soft Palm for decades, which can be described as a perfect fire, this palm down, thousands of catties of boulders can be shattered, if it weren't for the Qingfeng Dao Chang being seriously injured, the Qingxu Demon Dao has a pure innate body protection Gang Qi to protect his life, this palm down, the Qingxu Demon Dao will definitely die.

Qingxu Daoist turned over, his face was flushed, and he gasped for breath, and finally stood up slowly, and turned to look at Qingfeng Daochang.

Qingfeng Dao Chief's few moves of the Yin Soft Palm almost exhausted the strength of his whole body, and he was just standing in place at the moment, standing there stiffly, barely supporting his body and not falling.

Qingxu Daoist miscalculated, not only did he not defeat Qingfeng Daoist, but he was seriously injured, and the ribs behind him seemed to have been broken by him, he glared at Qingfeng Daoist viciously, his eyes were full of fierce light, but seeing that Qingxu Daoist suddenly opened his mouth and called softly, his tone was quite soft: "Good boy...... Come out...... Come out...... There was fresh blood to drink......"

With the soft murmur of the Qingxu Dao Chief, the barren grass on the side suddenly shook a few times, and a little baby with a bare ass crawled out, which slowly crawled to the feet of the Qingxu Dao Chief, and made a few hoarse sounds in its throat, like the sound of an iron shovel scraping an iron pot.

The little baby is the little ghost baby that the Qingxu Daoist has been wrapped in his arms, just now he was slapped on the back of the Qingxu Daoist by the Qingfeng Daoist, and it fell into the grass, it raised its head, and looked at the Qingxu Daoist with a pair of blood-red eyes, the Qingxu Daoist suddenly laughed a few times, and the corners of his mouth were still bloody, he pointed to the Qingfeng Daoist and said softly: "Good boy...... This man wounded your master...... Kill him and drink his blood! ”

As soon as the little ghost baby came out, the bandits around suddenly exclaimed, and withdrew ten zhang away, this little thing is not a master to be messed with, once it is fancied, there is no possibility of survival, who dares to approach it for half a point.

The little ghost baby looked in the direction of Qingxu Dao's long finger and slowly turned around.

When the little ghost baby turned around, Qingfeng Dao grew up and was shocked, and took a few steps back in fright, those blood-red eyes, red hair, and a mouth full of sharp little white teeth, what is it if it is not a ghost baby?

"It'...... It ......" Qingfeng Dao Chang pointed at the little ghost baby, his body trembled slightly, and his voice became trembling, with an incredible expression.

Qingxu Dao Chang laughed treacherously, and blood kept sliding down the corners of his mouth: "Not bad...... Not bad...... What you see is the little ghost baby born from the murderous corpse of the mother and the child, but it is now subdued by the poor road, obedient like a dog, the poor road let it kill you now, you will definitely not live tomorrow, you are still too late to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy! ”