Chapter 1502: Good Disciple

Suddenly, a series of gloomy and miserable voices came from all directions, just like a loud bell, and let the heart and soul be shaken, the entire mass grave then blew a gust of wind, blowing the withered leaves all over the ground, mixed with the yellow paper money that hadn't been burned cleanly flew all over the sky, and added a few more points of secretive atmosphere in such a gloomy and horrible, black fog-ridden mass grave.

With the sound of that voice, Zhou Ming's footsteps are again a wobble, nostrils began to flow out of the black plasma, trailing over the lips, drop by drop from the jaw sliding down, Zhou Ming's mind and soul seems to have been shocked by this grim smile is not light, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that he is still difficult and persistent back of the Qingfeng Taoist Master step by step towards the front, to be precise, it should not be walking, but to move! …… Every move a step, it seems to consume all of his strength, his eyes stagnant, gray mont blanc, like a person who died a long time, without the slightest bit of life.

After the laughter, there are two figures appeared in the Zhou Ming ten steps away, one is a Taoist robe dress, sharp mouth and monkey cheeks of the Qingxu Demon Road, he proudly looked at the whole so miserable Qingfeng Taoist and Zhou Ming master and disciple two people, even the excitement of some slightly trembling, face overflowing with a cheerful smile, in his eyes, at the moment, the Qingfeng Taoist and his little apprentice has been a dead man.

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

As for that Qingfeng Taoist Master, there is no need to say anything, he was in a serious injury situation, and was hit by the venom of the Golden Poisonous Toad, lying on Zhou Ming's body, perhaps he had already died, looking at his irreconcilable enemy turned into this dead dog's general appearance, Qingxu Taoist Master was indescribably agitated, and his two hands couldn't help but rubbing each other together, and now that it is clear that he could have moved his hand to kill Zhou Ming, he held back and didn't do it, because he felt that They are not miserable enough now, if it is not because of them, the Black Wind Walled City will not be destroyed, Jin Batian will not die, his only nephew Hu San will not end up in such a tragic situation, Hu San is the only descendant of his old Hu family, so dead, the only bloodline inheritance of the old Hu family is just like this gone, and let him how not to hate?

In the Qingxu Demon Road stood next to another, naturally that is the Siamese country's head master Wengchai, at this moment he, the body of the black gas filled, as strong as ink, tossing and turning, the black gas wrapped in the mass graves of countless souls of ghosts, struggling in his black gas, transformed a horrible and hideous face out of the eyes are vicious and greedy, seems to be at any time to detach from the body of the Wengchai, will be in front of the living things! Eat alive.

The black aura on his body had never been so intense, the whole person was like a piece of black charcoal that could never be burned, venting endless grievances.

Looking at Zhou Ming carrying Qingfeng Daolong little by little towards their side to move over, this deep teacher-disciple friendship, let the evil Weng Chai couldn't help but also some small touch, nodded and said: ''This Qingfeng Daolong although not much ability, but teach out of the disciple is really a top good, their own self-care is not enough, but even thought of his master to carry out, how can I not come across such a disciple, old man? Why can't I meet such a disciple?"