When the Bull Demon King turned away, Mu Chen flew out of the Autumn Wind Village with the dust.

There are many villages in the Fuli Valley, and the largest one is clustered in the center.

It's very conspicuous and gorgeous, so it's also very easy to find.

I don't know what kind of confidence that Xiao Zhuan Feng has, there are no guards in the stockade.

Dust and Mu Chen smoothly came to the door of the largest house. Outside the house, lanterns are lined up in three steps, and two rows of torches are hung on the walls of the house, which are brightly lit, leaving no shadow in the corners of the house and outside.

Dusty looked at the big plaque on the lintel with three big golden characters written on it, and only felt vulgar.

The two stood side by side in front of the open door, and only four words were seen in their eyes: Please enter the urn!

To go in or not to enter?

Enter!

The dust twisted and guided the spirit, and slowly walked up the steps.

Mu Chen held a sword behind her.

In front of the door, the dust flicked his fingers into the house, and the fingertip aura swam out of the silver filament to explore the way, and before he entered the door an inch, the silver filament suddenly stagnated, and then all broke with a bang.

Dusty Waste's heart tightened, and he reacted very quickly, and pushed him down with a backhand palm at Mu Chen, and at the same time, something oozed out of the room and dragged her in.

After a 'bang', the door that had been open closed spontaneously.

"Chen'er!" Mu Chen was pushed down the steps by her, and when he jumped up, the door couldn't be opened.

There was a formation on the door, and there was also a formation in the house.

What dragged in was a cold black mist, and the black mist dragged her to the formation and hidden.

The house was brightly lit, as if to play a trick of intimidation, and the torches on both walls were gradually and regularly extinguished until the last one, and the light of the torches jumped three times before it was extinguished.

If it were an ordinary person who came in, I am afraid that at this moment, I would be scared to cry and howl and scream.

Dusty looked at the foggy room, and suddenly chuckled.

The room was extremely quiet, and she smiled softly, this sound was like a drum beating in a quiet room, adding a bit of treachery for no reason.

She stood still for a moment, and everything in the room did not move, and she could not detect any abnormality.

Hidden deeply!

Dusty held up a ball of orange flames with his palms, and looked at the formation under his feet in the light of the flames.

It's the Lost Soul Array again!

Compared to the Lost Soul Formation in the Autumn Wind Village, this formation is simply an ornament.

With the previous experience, this time the dust desolate first led the aura to protect the body, and then led the aura to the toes, raised his feet and gently stepped on one of the patterns in the array, and after the toes clicked, the originally flat formation suddenly came to life, fluttering and trying to drill out of her toes.

Dusty snorted, and moved her toes away, just as she was about to check, when the thing suddenly bared its teeth and claws and rushed straight up at her jaw.

Dusty Spun on his back, his left hand pushing the flame towards the sneaking thing, just as it hit it, causing it to let out a squeaky scream, and then flapped its wings and rushed to the roof.

A fishy breath came to his face, and Dust Wasteland raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, and at the same time, he slammed his feet and shattered the Lost Soul Formation on the ground.

The formation was broken, and a cold wind blew in the house, and when the wind stopped, a continuous clicking sound was heard.

Dusty listened with pricked up ears, only to feel that the voice was familiar.

Ice Condensation?!

Can you even freeze ice?

Dusty guessed it, and immediately pulled his palm to condense the fire, and when he pushed it out, his fingertips shot out against the flames, and the aura interspersed with flames and flew towards the torches on the wall.

The room lit up again.

The evil creature hanging from the top beam was staring at the woman standing on the ground with a pair of bean-sized eyes.

The woman's body is full of aura, although the rules are messy, but the strength is far from immeasurable.

Terrible!

How many swordsmen and immortal Dao's soul loss array were trapped, but they were useless in front of her.

Dusty searched around and didn't see anything, thought about it, and looked up.

At this glance, she was so shocked that she took a step back.

On top of the roof hung a giant flying squirrel, its black claws as big as a child's head. The two wings are wide and cover the entire roof.

Seeing that she had discovered it, the giant flying squirrel grabbed the top of the beam with its sharp claws and spun around, standing to confront her.

Looking up like this, I was a little tired, and I thought that this thing was good at flying, so could it be that I had to fly up to the roof to fight it?

She took a few more steps backwards, and was about to find a place to stand on the rooftop, when suddenly a strong gust of wind blew and nearly knocked her over.

Dusty raised his hand and shot out several ice spikes, and coldly warned: It stinks, don't fan!!

When the giant flying squirrel retracted its wings and dodged, it suddenly heard her words, and its sharp claws slipped and almost fell down. After it stood firmly, it couldn't help but argue: "You are talking nonsense! What does it stink? I obviously took a bath!"

Ho! Can you actually speak human language?

"Are you a little wind?!"

"It's Uncle Ben!"

"Are you old Guigeng?" said Dusty Desert sarcastically.

"You're only old, your whole family is old!" the little wind didn't know what to stimulate, and suddenly became extremely angry.

Dusty looked at Xiao Zhuanfeng with his arms crossed, and the words 'jumping beam clown' suddenly appeared in his mind.

The two sides confronted each other for a moment, and said desolately: "Do you ask again after fighting, or do you ask and then fight?"

"Uncle Ben doesn't touch women!"

"You don't touch women, do you touch men?"

"You, you, you ......" Xiao Zhuanfeng choked on the dust and couldn't finish a sentence.

Dusty raised his eyebrows, with a 'you don't have to say I know' expression.

Xiao Zhuanfeng was so excited by her expression that his blood surged, and his wings vibrated and waited to fan her.

"Say it stinks and fan!" "As he spoke, he raised his palm and flapped his wings to the little wind.

"Sinister woman!"

Xiao Zhuan Feng shouted loudly, swooping down, and his claws shot out several black gases that went straight to the eyes of the dust desolation.

The black qi is sandwiched with a trace of cold aura, the dust is not hidden, the hands are very fast to draw a circle, with the aura as a shield against the black qi, in the help of the reverse push back to the small wind.

With force, steel is turned into finger softness. It's a trick that the dust has just learned to observe Mu Chen's swordsmanship!

Xiao Zhuanfeng had never seen the aura cast back again, and it knew the power of the aura.

After a few dodges, Xiao Zhuanfeng realized that he couldn't entangle with her, after all, the aura that the king had given him was limited.

Thinking of this, he quickly rushed back to the roof and blew a sharp whistle. The whistle fell, and suddenly there was a violent roar in the mountains.

was in the middle of the formation, and the dust could clearly hear the roar of the Bull Demon King.

Suffer!

Mu Chen is still outside!

The dust was no longer whirling with the small wind, and the ice spikes at his fingertips struck up quickly, forcing him to dodge and subconsciously flutter his wings and blow the fan. The fan of the small wind was originally meant to save his life, but he unconsciously injected some aura.

The wind began, and the tip of the dust desolate foot jumped behind Xiao Zhuan Feng, and the palm of the fire slapped at the back of his heart.

Fang Cai's 'Storm' used up the last of his aura. Without the protection of the king's aura, he would never have dodged the blow behind him.

In a hurry, he shrank in size, trying to escape the scorching flames.

At the same time, there was a thud outside the house.

It's the Bull Demon King!