Chapter 1292: Immortality

"Qing …… Qingfeng old Taoist …… is that you? How do you know that the one who killed the family of Regimental Trainer Zhang and General Sun was the work of the poor Taoist …… How did you know that ……" Daoist Master Qingxu looked fearfully at the small black whirlwind that surrounded him.

However, that little Taoist did not speak again, or rather Qingfeng Taoist simply unwilling to pay attention to any words of Qingxu Taoist, only bent on killing him, to avenge the death of those innocent and tragic deaths at his hands those people.

That little Taoist closed his mouth no longer speak, the body of the black gas in the body around the tumbling, around those black small whirlwind, spinning with the sound of the wind, will be in the broken temple in the weeds and gravel again rolled to the mid-air, for a moment, the wind roar, as if the ghosts cry God, the cold breath instantly in the broken temple around the drumming up.

Qingxu Taoist master grasped Wengchai's arm, his body trembled badly, he trembled: "Wengchai old brother, is that the Qingfeng old man to make the ghost trick, if the poor Tao body is not injured when, surely not afraid of that Qingfeng old man, just this moment is injured too heavy, a body of the innate protection astral body can not be performed, this will rely on Wengchai old brother to help my brother a hand… …"

Wengchai at this moment which have time to pay attention to this Qingxu Taoist, that a burst of oncoming gusts of wind, is a dead soul, is a from the hell of the underworld climbed out of the evil ghosts to claim their lives, but to see Wengchai that a pair of broken eyebrow tightly locking, black shiny face on the muscles of the slight tremor, dark eyes deeply loaded with fear.

That whole body surrounded by black gas of the little Taoist priest is still step by step towards Wengchai and Qingxu Taoist Master close, Wengchai looked around the non-stop rotation of the mass of black whirlwind, and finally the eyes are still locked in the body of that body exudes black gas of the little Taoist priest.

Weng Chai heart is very clear, the reason why that little Taoist monk can summon so many Yin souls to claim their lives, all because that little Taoist monk by the Qingxu Taoist master said that the Qingfeng Taoist master control, as long as the little Taoist monk's head to be twisted down, this group of Yin wind will then dissipate, and this spell will also form a backlash, once the cracked this Taoist law, all the Yin souls will be haunted by the person who casts the spell, immortal. The spell will not stop until the person who casts it dies.

Thinking of this, Weng Chai mouth hung up a cold smile, from the back drew a scimitar, like a black whirlwind towards the body surrounded by black gas of the little Taoist rushed over, this speed is quite fast, like a wild horse, instantly arrived at the side of the little Taoist, waved a knife towards the little Taoist's neck and cut down, the little Taoist does not flash, suddenly a hand, shot out a black gas, towards Weng Chai chest hit over. Wengchai's chest hit the past, Wengchai's machete has not yet fallen, will see that the black gas toward their own hit over, this black gas is the gas of the Yin Fury, hit in the body of the natural good can not stand, Wengchai shape of a flash, dodging over the black gas, and then do not wait to have a moment's pause, and once again manipulate the knife toward that little Taoist head to cut, that little Taoist although the face is expressionless, the eye can not be seen, but it is controlled by the Qingfeng Roadmaster The little Taoist, though expressionless and unable to see, was controlled by Qingfeng Taoist, who was able to distinguish the trajectory of his actions despite being only a blurred shadow. At that moment, Qingfeng Taoist held his breath and poured all of his thoughts into that little Taoist's body, and let the little Taoist fling out an even more dense black gas from his hands by pinching a few fingers in a row.