Exerting all the strength of the milk, the fat bird's chicken paws kicked the black and red smoke, humming while kicking, if it were not covered by chicken feathers, it could be seen that its chicken face had been suffocated red.

  "Fat bird, well done!" Wen Yusoft took two steps forward quickly, and then condensed spiritual power on the Qiankun stick, and smashed a stick on the black-red smoke, picking it up and flying out.

  Directly uprooted by Wen Yusoft, the smoke looked extremely uneasy and writhed in the air twice, and then hurriedly wanted to drill back into the body of the Miao nobleman.

  "Still want to run?!" Where to give the smoke a chance, Wen Yusoft urged the spiritual power, and the Qiankun stick suppressed the evil to death.

  "Let go of me!" The evil roared angrily, and then the body twisted quickly in the air, and the body turned into a liquid, climbing all the way along the Qiankun stick, and actually rushed straight to Wen Yuruan.

  Wen Yusoft felt the vicious and fierce aura around the evil spirit, only to feel a wave of qi rushing towards her face, as if her body was sticking to her, and there was a disgusting feeling that was so strange that her hairs were tied up.

  As if the deepest secret of his heart was being spied on, Wen Yusoft's eyes were dark, and the scream of a fat bird came from his ears.

  "Be careful, master!"

  The call of the fat bird made the cloudy color in Wen Yu's soft eyes disappear in an instant, and her vision regained again, and she watched the black-red smoke stretch out countless tentacles, and a bloody mouth was about to cover her face!

  Frightened, the hairs on his back were bunched, and the Qiankun stick in Wen Yu's soft hand quickly poked out, accompanied by a loud bang, shattering the black-red smoke.

  "What the hell are you?!" Wen Yu said softly, and asked angrily.

  Although it was only for a short moment, Wen Yusoft could still be sure that this ghost thing in front of her was only a little bit away from controlling her mind!

  Thinking that Wen Yusoft has lived for two lifetimes, his mind is far firmer than ordinary people, but he was still found by this ghost thing to take advantage of, which is enough to show that it is not simple!

  The evil demon struggled painfully under Wen Yu's soft Qiankun stick, its arrogance was much worse than just now, and even the movements of the struggle were extremely ridiculous.

  "Let go of my ......!" I don't know if it was too dead to be suppressed by Wen Yusoft, and the evil voice sounded very painful.

  "You answer my question first!" Wen Yusoft said, and was about to teach this ghost another lesson in his hand, but who knew that it let out a miserable scream first, and then the figure suddenly exploded without warning, turned into a piece of debris, and disappeared.

  Wen Yusoft watched the smoke around the evil demon completely disperse, and couldn't help but squint her eyes, and then she clearly felt that her stick seemed to be against something round and round.

  Moving the Qiankun stick, Wen Yusoft found the black-red bead on the ground that emitted bursts of coldness.

  Just reached out and picked up the bead, Wen Yusoft clearly felt a biting cold sweeping out, and the chill stretched out his palm and spread all over his body, forcing Wen Yusoft to frown, and quickly moved his mind, urging his spiritual power to resist the strange breath.

  "Master, what is this?" The fat bird leaned over in confusion, and asked with curiosity in his eyes.

  Wen Yusoft carefully looked at the bead in her hand, as if she wanted to see the reason from it.