"Ouch!"

Amidst the roar, after the black flag completely wrapped up Zi Xiaoying's flying sword, the vengeful spirit rolled it up again and flew to the top of Tang Fan's head, seemingly trying to please him.

"I don't accept it!"

Gao Peng couldn't bear such a blow and was fainted again.

"Little devil, I don't have much energy left for grass and trees. I'll let you eat until you're full next time..."

Tang Fan spoke seriously to the wronged soul on the Ghost King's flag. Although it was dissatisfied, it did not resist and disappeared from the flag, revealing Zi Xiaoying's flying sword.

Tang Fan first put away the Ghost King flag, then shook the flying sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Thank you for giving me so many magic weapons..."

"Tang Xiaowu!"

As Zi Xiaoying screamed, she kneaded again, and white air filled her body, like a formation, instantly surrounding Tang Fan.

Outsiders can't see anything, but Tang Fan understands that this method is a type of illusion among hidden arts, but under Zi Xiaoying's cover, it seems to be a mist formation.

"receive!"

Zi Xiaoying let out a sweet cry, and as the mist shrank, it turned into a rope, firmly restraining Tang Fan's limbs.
Chapter completed!