Chapter 1290: No One Can Help

Surrounded in the Qingfeng Taoist Lao Liu head, Guo Dacheng and Wu Feng Zhou Ming brothers and sisters, a moment to look at the offering table above that constantly make a variety of movements of the blood clay man, a moment to look at the sweaty Qingfeng Taoist, at this moment, Qingfeng Taoist's face is very difficult to see, obviously subject to restraint, but the crowd can only watch, no one can help, Wu Feng anxious tightly clenched fists, urgent In the Qingfeng Taoist chief around the ball, suddenly looked up and saw the clay tires on the offering table, that was still making a variety of movements of the clay tires suddenly froze and immobile, the whole body is separated from the offering table, slowly rose to the mid-air.

Silence in the void in the Qingfeng Taoist long body actually also trembled up, his mouth silently recited a few mouth knuckles, hands pinch out the various kinds of finger knuckles, the spiritual platform suddenly and a clear, will be injected into the intention of the mud tire again, vaguely, the picture once again will be clearer, and continue to control through the blood of the mud man the little Taoist priest.

Wengchai saw his flying head drop control that body emitting black gas of the little Taoist, suddenly heart was very happy, chattering strange laughter a few times, mouth said triumphantly: "haha …… on this point of ability, still want to fight with the old man, is simply looking for death!"

Said, he closed his eyes, mouth gibberish again recited the incantation, will that little Taoist dragged to the mid-air flying head descend suddenly received Weng Chai's instructions, a mouth spit out a mouthful of black and yellow liquid, towards that full of black air on the body of the little Taoist spit over, this mouthful of black and yellow liquid also do not know what kind of energy contained, suddenly that little Taoist's body of black and dense breath down a layer, the In the underworld, there seemed to be dozens of different screams that came into Wengchai's eardrums.

Wengchai's complacency was even greater, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, gritting his teeth and commanding that flying head drop to increase its strength, crushing all the bones of that little Taoist, that mass of intestines kept wrapping around the body of that little Taoist, gradually tightening up, and this pain soon spread to Qingfeng Taoist Master's body as well.

The cold sweat on Daoist Master Qingfeng's head was endless, his chest was heaving violently, he felt that his soul was about to be taken out of his body, he suddenly opened his eyes, the inside of his eyes had already been covered with blood, as if someone was invisibly strangling his neck, his expression was quite painful.

"Master ……" Wu Feng and Zhou Ming took a step forward and shouted in a small voice in unison, both of them were heartbroken and hated to suffer for their master.

Old Liu head suddenly stepped forward, blocked the way of their master and brothers, made a silent gesture, and then a gloomy face stretched out his hands, pulled their master and brothers to a secluded location, see away from the Qingfeng Road long, before whispering: "You two must not make any noise, your master is now using the idea through that mud tire and Qingxu demonic road The people over there fight, in case there is any slip up, the dozens of wronged souls of the Yin Fury gas will be reversed to your master's body, or else even his old life is gone ……"

"Old Uncle Liu …… but …… I see that Master looks very difficult, how should we help him ah ……" Zhou Ming said anxiously.

Old Liu shook his head and sighed, "None of us can help with this kind of thing, all you have to do is stand there and not move, that's the greatest care for your master, you two have to believe in your master, he will be able to hold on."