When the weirdo saw the stick coming toward him, he quickly dodged and at the same time pointed at Xiao Fei again with his fingertips.

Xiao Fei quickly dodged. If he were to hit him this time, the art of inviting gods would be immediately terminated.

After a while, the black energy on the strange man surged, and soon Xiao Fei was enveloped in thick fog.

"Destroy the soul!" the weirdo roared.

But Xiao Fei said nothing, and the wooden stick in his hand whined and whined, and the gusts of wind actually carried a scorching heat.

If you look under Yin Yang's eyes, you can see the impact of red light in this mist, as if a flame is burning in it.

The combination of wind and fire destroys evil spirits, and the true king defeats all dharmas with one force.

The surrounding black air quickly dissipated under the dance of the stick.

Then Xiao Fei kicked out and landed right on the weirdo's chest.

The weirdo suddenly took a few steps back, and his already heavy and scary breathing became even sharper.

It's like a cock whose throat has been slit but is still breathing.

He shook his head and tried to steady his body. These words seemed to be said to Tang Sanmu and also to Xiao Fei: "Why do you have to meddle in other people's business? I live here and want to continue my life."

, what does it have to do with you!

Is it wrong for a person to want to live alone?"

Golden Requiem: Good guy, who gave you the courage to speak so confidently.

Nether Maniac: Of course it is right to work hard to survive, but you cannot sacrifice the lives of others.
Chapter completed!