Qiaomu felt very magical when he looked at it.

These wooden men can even arrange troops.

Seventeen or eighteen wooden men were swaying skillfully and jumped onto their companions' shoulders, and their wooden arms swung freely.

Immediately, countless spiritual power flowed out and attacked Fu San and Wushuang.

Fortunately, the Mutou Man's cultivation level is only about level seven of the spiritual realm, which is far from Wushuang and Fu San, so the two of them are not at all dangerous yet.

But they didn't feel any pain in themselves. They besieged the two of them in a pile, which made people a little busy for a while.

Fu San and several fireballs fell into the wooden crowd, but the fire could not burn on them while taking advantage of the wind.

Obviously, these wooden stakes are not that simple, and their materials should be fire-resistant.

Qiaomu, Fengchen and Mo Lian jumped up and landed beside the two of them, raising their hands to pat the wooden people gathered beside them.

"Brother, sister-in-law." An Wushuang's eyes lit up and she shouted quickly, "I have to find a way to trap these things. This thing cannot be beaten to death or burned. Look at it, it is so terrible that it can move after being broken up!"

Qiaomu looked back and saw several wooden arms and thighs running back and forth around them, like headless flies, looking at the slaughtering people.

"Get out of the way." Qiao Mu frowned, raised his hand and threw out a pitch-black bead, letting it jump up, hanging high in front of everyone.

"What is this?" Princess Wushuang said in surprise.

Qiao Mu did not answer, and reached out to slap two divine powers, which fell heavily on the heart of bad luck.

The dark and round beads immediately burst out with thousands of strong lights.

In an instant, thousands of lights swept across the people present and covered the wooden men who were rushing forward.

Mo Lian, Feng Chen, Fu San, An Wushuang and others quickly raised their hands and pressed them slightly. The abundant power flowed all over their bodies, standing steadily without moving a little inch away, only their robe and hair danced with the strong wind.

The strong wind whirled past, and hundreds of wooden people in front of him were immediately swept away.

The black beads slowly gathered their light and fell into Qiaomu's hands.

Little face paralysis turned his head and glanced at the four people without any hesitation, then gathered the heart of bad luck back, and said lightly, "Let's go."

"Wow. What's that?" An Wushuang jumped up and said in surprise.

"The Realm of Doom." Peach Blossom Immortal Lord said with a smile, "Before meeting you, we accidentally fell into the Realm of Doom. It was Qiao Qiao who refined it into the Heart of Doom, and then broke the Realm of Doom and released us."

The third prince Fu and the princess Wushuang were all amazed when they heard this.

If I had known that this Crown Princess was extraordinary, I really didn't know that this unusual thing was so unexpected.

"The Crown Princess is refining the realm of misfortune for her own use." Mr. Fu couldn't help but sigh.

He is truly worthy of being the Crown Princess, with outstanding abilities.

"Ah, I heard that the realm of misfortune is full of nightmares. Once people enter, they will be filled with strange crises."

As long as you are a living person, you can’t have any thoughts. Even if you strictly control your unrestrained thoughts, you may still be able to control them in one or two days. How to control them in ten or half a month?

"But these wooden stakes are not living people."

Qiao Mu looked indifferent, "Twist it inside and let them go."

Anyway, this realm of misfortune has no other use, and Qiaomu never thought of integrating it into his own star field to cause trouble.
Chapter completed!