I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 1271
With Daoist Qingxu's current state, after only holding on for a short while, he was almost unable to hold on anymore, the corner of his mouth had already begun to overflow with bright red blood, and the only trace of true energy in his dantian was about to be consumed. Exhausted, the faint golden light shrouded by the eight-direction evil-repelling talisman is getting weaker and weaker, like a bubble, which is in danger of bursting at any time, but the belief in survival is supporting him, until the last moment, he will not He gave up his life just like that.
Wengchai has practiced the head-bending technique in Siam for decades, and it can be said that he has profound attainments. He is also regarded as a top-notch head-bending master in the entire Siamese country. Taoism also has an inseparable connection, but part of the essence of Chinese Taoism was introduced to Siam, and the local wizards of Siam combined their local witchcraft to create the head-bending technique. The technique of lowering the head is so superb that even in the entire Qing Dynasty, he can be regarded as a person with profound Taoism. The small black whirlwinds carrying the evil spirit passed through Weng Cai's body, trying to kill him. It's not that easy to squeeze out the three souls and seven souls, and just now Daoist Qingxu pasted a soul-fixing talisman on his back, which played a great role.

But no matter how powerful Weng Chai is, he is only a human being, and the little Taoist priest is a walking corpse controlled by Taoist Qingfeng with a blood clay figure. His strength is a bit stronger than that of a zombie. Wengchai also strangled the little Taoist's neck tightly, but Wengchai's originally dark and shiny face looked even darker now, with purple in the black, his face looked like a Purple-black eggplant, but no matter how hard Weng Cai tried to pinch the little Taoist's neck, the little Taoist still had no expression on his face, and his neck was as hard as a stone, and he didn't pinch. It seems that they all look the same, those black bottomless eyes are soul-stirring, looking straight at Weng Cai.

Weng Cai couldn't bear it any longer, the black whirlwinds behind him pierced through his body, his mind was agitated for a while, and his consciousness began to become a little fuzzy, he had to concentrate and use the true energy to guide the whole body, forcefully Restraining the three souls and seven souls in the body from being squeezed out of the body by those unjust souls, but this is not a long-term solution. At most, if you persist for less than half a stick of incense, even if you are not seized by those ghosts, you will probably be killed. The little Taoist in front of him was strangled to death.

In desperation, Wengchai couldn't care less about it anymore, he felt ruthless, put the tip of his tongue against his teeth, bit hard, and a mouthful of bright red blood flowed out, when the blood filled the whole mouth, Wengchai Suddenly he opened his mouth and spat towards the face of the little Taoist priest in front of him. The blood from the tip of his tongue, which contained Wengchai's true energy for decades, spit out onto the little Taoist priest's face, and the little Taoist priest let out a cry immediately. Howled miserably, a thick white smoke rose from his whole body, the black air all over his body dissipated, and the black whirlwinds behind him suddenly disappeared.

Wengchai suddenly felt his neck loosen, the little Taoist let go of his hands, and fell backwards, Wengchai also quickly let go of his hands, staggered back a few steps, gasping for breath, almost Son, was strangled to death by the little Taoist priest, but in a hurry, Wengchai used the blood from the tip of his tongue, which had a great counterattack effect on him, and obviously suffered a lot of serious injuries.

(End of this chapter)