Chapter 1956: Taking action (3) Chapter 1956: Taking action (3) Wherever the black fog went, dark ice crystals full of Yin Qi would form. The blood that gushed out of the old Daoist's fingertip was frozen and could not be pointed out again.
“He's actually so insolent!” Daoist priest song failed to draw blood. Seeing that it was difficult to suppress it, he had no choice but to touch the side of his waist with his other hand.
However, even though his luggage was full before he left, he had already used up more than half of it.
The silver mirror had been destroyed, but the copper coin was still hanging above the door.
By the time he realized that he had already used several of his magic treasures, it was already too late for him to touch the talisman paper.
The tongue wrapped around his finger, and with a sizzling sound, the yin Qi was like maggots attached to his bones, entering his body through his wound.
A large amount of sticky liquid was secreted from the tongue. As the tongue retracted, the liquid was pulled out into thousands of long threads, which wrapped around Daoist priest song's body and dragged him toward the coachman.
“Master!”
Seeing this, song Changqing immediately hugged song Daoist priest tightly without hesitation.
However, the old man's strength was infinite after being possessed, and the yin ghost technique was terrifying.
Song Changqing felt the old Daoist in his arms lose all his warmth in an instant, as if he was holding an ice sculpture.
He quickly lost control of his palm and the purse in his hand seemed to be out of his grasp. Just as it was about to fall, song Changqing reached out with great difficulty and caught the falling purse in his palm.
In the car, Auntie Wu was still unconscious after being possessed, while the other man was already trembling in fear at the scene before him.
The black Qi on the old Taoist's body was like a plague, quickly infecting song Changqing's body. It wrapped around the two and dragged them in the direction of the old man driving the carriage.
'Hh'
The old man who was driving the carriage looked as ferocious as an evil spirit. He opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of black gas. He looked at the master and disciple who were being dragged closer with a ghastly expression. He rolled his long tongue and greeted Daoist priest song's face.
“Stop …”
Daoist priest song knew that he had been tricked, but he had a certain level of cultivation, so his divine sense was still clear. He gripped the floor of the carriage with all his might, trying to stabilize his body.
However, after being controlled by the yin Qi, his strength had been greatly reduced. In the eyes of the evil ghost, his struggling strength was weak and helpless.
“Could it be that if I fail my tribulation, I'll die on the way?”
At the moment of life and death, such a thought flashed through the old Daoist's mind.
He remembered the few joss sticks he had burned before he left the house. The joss sticks had been extinguished before they had even lit up. It was obvious that the ancestors of cloud Tiger Mountain did not bless him for getting involved in this mess. Everything was just his insistence.
Just as he was sighing in a daze, he saw a faint green afterimage pass by, bringing with it a cool and clean wind, which seemed to have stirred up the chaotic black gas in the carriage.
“Ah …”
At this moment, the old coachman let out a shrill scream.
As soon as the voice rang out, the old Daoist and song Changqing found that the force that had trapped the master and disciple had been reduced by more than half.
The voice pierced their eardrums, and the master and disciple quivered. Daoist priest song was the first to come back to his senses, and he fixed his eyes in the direction of the scream.
In the next moment, song Changqing felt the old Daoist in his arms tremble. Then, he shouted in a trembling voice, ”
“Song Qing Xiao! What are you doing?”
The dazed eldest senior brother quickly raised his head and saw an unbelievable scene.
His cute little junior sister, who used to be timid and would cry when she heard that they were going to the cemetery to train her courage, was now half-standing and grabbing the old coachman's hair with one hand, forcing him to look up.
”
The old man let out a shrill and sinister cry. He swung his head with great force, but he could not shake her palm and was firmly grasped in her hand.
After her head was controlled, the malicious ghost had no choice but to give up its control over the master and disciple. It turned around and pulled back its terrifying long tongue, wrapping it around her arm.
However, she remained unmoved, and her other hand reached out to the old coachman's eyes.
The old man's eyes were puffy, and his dark, terrifying eyes were now tightly narrowed into a thin line. He opened his big, Black Mouth and let out a bone-chilling shout.
Song qingxiao's fingertips forcefully opened his eyelids and pressed down at the same time, forcing his eyes to pop out.
At this moment, the old man's eyes were covered with red blood vessels, like tentacles that were slowly intertwining and wriggling.
Under her gaze, the blood vessels seemed to be a little afraid. They wriggled and tried to enter the eyeball again.
However, before they could escape, song Qing's small fingers nimbly wriggled in and accurately pinched the wisp of black Qi hidden under the messy pile of blood veins.
“Ah …” This scream was high-pitched and filled with malice and hatred.
ah … the scream was filled with pain, fear, and panic. It belonged to the old coachman.
“Ah!”
“Ah-!”
At the same time, Daoist priest song and song Changqing also exclaimed at the incredible scene.
Despite the screams, song qingxiao remained unmoved. She grabbed the black gas and pulled it out with all her might!
Chapter end
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