And this black qi was gathering, little by little, toward the elder's brow!,Looking at Chiang Chung-sheng again, his face was pale with blackening temples and a deathly aura all over him! The bad luck surrounding him has reached its peak!,Jiang He fished out a talisman from his pocket. He bit his fingertip, drawing dragon-and-phoenix script on the talisman with his blood before folding it neatly.。