Just because you are not worthy of knowing who I am and who will die and who will live today, it is not certain. But I can give you a sure letter. If your soul escaped from your body just now and ran away from afar, according to your current cultivation level, you may be able to reshape your new body and see the light of the sky again. It’s just that you are too proud. You have just taken over your body and your soul is unstable. It’s fine to deal with ordinary people. In my eyes, I am just a native dog, a paper tiger, and only an empty shell.

The masked old Taoist still spoke coldly, with his words full of contempt.

Humph, don't pretend to be a master here with me. I hate you, the group of old masters from Central Plains the most, one of them looks like a sarcastic person, and you have to brag to the sky. Let's try it out.

Weng Chai didn't say much to the masked old Taoist, and the steel knife in his hand swayed and slashed at him.

This is all your own fault. Don't blame me for being ruthless and scattered. The masked old Taoist raised his head slightly, and his deep eyes flashed with a cold light, and a touch of killing intention was flashed, but his body still did not move. When Guo Dacheng's machete, possessed by Weng Cai's soul, was about to land on the masked old Taoist's forehead mountain, the masked old Taoist stretched out two fingers at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and gently clamped the blade like picking flowers and leaves.

Guo Dacheng, who was possessed by Weng Cai's soul, turned red and used his hands to hold the handle of the machete, but he could not drop the machete for a moment.

How come you think you can kill me? There was another look of pride in the eyes of the masked old Taoist.

Weng Chai didn't answer, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a black mist condensed from his hands, spreading towards the masked old Taoist's fingers along the blade. The contempt between the old Taoist's eyebrows disappeared in an instant. He quickly let go of the blade and shouted: You are looking for death

This shout was like a dragon roar, making people tremble in their hearts, and an invisible wave of air rippled in the entire space, making everyone's clothes rush. But when they saw the masked old Taoist speaking, they had already had a lucky palm and slapped Guo Dacheng's chest, possessed by Weng Cai.

Guo Dacheng, possessed by Wengchai's ghost, was not a character as easy to deal with as Xiaoyu Xiaoxiao. The masked old Taoist slapped him with a palm. Wengchai quickly raised his black-blooded palm and fought with the old Taoist. The two palms were paired together. Although they were silent, the people around him were in trouble. But when they saw the branches rustling and the strong wind rose up from the ground, they could not stand. The officers and soldiers around were blown by the strong wind and fell to the ground. Even Wufeng, who was injured, could not bear it. He staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

A moment later, Guo Dacheng, possessed by Weng Chai's soul, took a few steps back, and a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the masked old Taoist, he took a step back, and his whole body was surrounded by a faint black air.

The masked old Taoist seemed very angry and said gritting his teeth: I will not live by myself, but I will fulfill your wishes.
Chapter completed!