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.
