Chapter 1282: Oppression

After saying that, Daoist Qingfeng turned the ancient sword of copper coins into the hands of Zhou Ming who was beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Poor Taoist is going to cast a spell to deal with those few people of the Qingxu Demon Road right now, and you guys will just stand here and let no one disturb poor Taoist that's it."

"Don't worry, Daoist, with a few of us standing guard here, no one will definitely disturb you." Guo Dacheng finally slowed down and his face gradually gained some blood color, he took a deep breath and said.

Daoist Master Qingfeng nodded, his face suddenly had more than a touch of worry, he turned his head to look at Wu Feng and Zhou Ming, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, the words reached his mouth, but he managed to swallow the words again, in fact, Daoist Master Qingfeng had wanted to say that he had casted a spell this time which was quite perilous, if the voodoo masters on the side of the Qingxu Demon Dao were too powerful, it was very likely that they would have reversed the yin and demonic qi from the dozens of wronged souls onto themselves. If you are not careful, you may lose your life. The reason why Daoist Master Qingfeng did not say anything was that he was afraid that his two disciples would stop him, and then everything he had done in front of him would be a loss.

Fortunately, the Qingfeng Taoist long that wipe worry eyes just a flash, Wu Feng and Zhou Ming did not pay too much attention to, also thought that his old man just casting spells due to the depletion of too much vital energy, to the present has not rested over.

Qingfeng Taoist slowly walked to the side of the table, there Wu Feng do not know where to find a futon placed in front of the table, Qingfeng Taoist sat on his knees, slowly closed his eyes, fingers repeatedly pinched a few finger knots, placed flat on the knees, as　　well as the old monk into the general.

All the people are surrounded by the Qingfeng Taoist, somehow, all of a sudden, everyone has a tense sense of oppression, unconsciously breathing has become heavy, as if echoing the feeling of the crowd, the Qingfeng Taoist just closed his eyes, the courtyard suddenly blew up a wind, around a few people keep spinning children, will be burning in the fire pot of the fire paper blowing whistling, rolled up a cloud of black paper ash! The wind was blowing in the fire pot, and a cloud of black paper ash flew in the sky, and the people looked at the paper ash that kept floating up, and felt that the cold feeling wrapped itself up again, and their heartbeat accelerated violently, but a few moments later, the whole world returned to a quiet, just a little bit too quiet, and the birds that had been chattering and chirping all the time in the yard suddenly closed their mouths, and everyone seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats.

Everyone stood still and didn't move, just staring blankly at Daoist Master Qingfeng, some nervousness, some anticipation, inexplicably also some worry, but everyone didn't dare to make a sound, just staring blankly.

Qingfeng Taoist long after the fixation, the whole body's breath is converged, everything around you can no longer feel, even breathing has stopped, the whole world a peace, through the blood on the table above the clay man, gradually the brain appeared in a blurred picture, which only a few simple shadow, can not see the face, even their shadows are shaking.

However, Qingfeng Taoist still recognized Qingxu Demon Road at once, he was hunched over, his walk was still a bit unsteady, and walked with a figure in front of him, that figure looked very thin, Qingfeng Taoist felt the rich Yin evil aura from his shadow, and without thinking, it could be guessed, that person must be the helper that Qingxu Demon Road had invited, that is, the witchcraft expert that he had never met.