Luo Xiaoman frowned, feeling that something was wrong here, but it was too late to call Zhu Ying.

"Xiao Qiqi, a quick fight!" In order to avoid long nights and dreams, it is better to deal with Raksha as soon as possible.

"Okay!" Yan Qi frowned, raised his hand, and summoned Feng Mozhu again to trap Raksha again.

"Give it to me, town!"

"Roar!!" Luo Sha screamed, and the black energy raged all over his body and hit these sealing rods.

However, the Feng Mo pestle, who was so powerful just now, was knocked out, and Rakshasa became stronger and stronger.

"What's the matter?" Yan Qi widened his eyes and looked at Rakshasa with a surprised look. "Why is his resentment getting stronger and stronger?"

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!!" After several bastards, Rakshasa's face has been completely distorted and deformed. "My dignified Rakshasa was almost wiped out by your little furry boys. It is simply unforgivable."

"Not good!" Luo Qingyi's pupils shrank and exclaimed: "He is going to complain!"

This feeling is so familiar, it is exactly the same as the frosty fangs and Ji Wanqing's breath.

The most frightening thing is that the Rakshasa in front of him is the incarnation of evil. Once the grievance is turned, his strength will be greatly improved.

"If you want to complain, you have to ask me if I agree." Yan Qi squinted his eyes, and a cold touch appeared on his small face, "I am a spell master who specializes in restraining evil things!"

Immediately, he scattered the flags, divided into eight directions, and inserted them into the ground.

Seeing this, Luo Qinghen's eyes lit up. This was also the magic weapon he refined, the eight-sided Linglong Banner.

Despite the rush of time and a bit rough, the power should not be underestimated!

Yan Qi couldn't help secretly rejoicing. Fortunately, he was more cautious and allowed Luo Qinghen to refine these banners. Otherwise, he would really not be able to restrain the Rakshasa who was about to complain.

Hum!

A heavy aura rippled out, and the eight flags burst into a burst of light, divided into eight directions, and shot into Rakshasa's body.

With the suppression of these lights, Rakshasa's grievances were suppressed bit by bit, and the black aura continued to shrink.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaoman couldn't help sighing secretly. As expected, he is a spell master. He has another skill to deal with these evil things, not as embarrassed as they were when dealing with evil thoughts.

Huh huh!

Just as Rakshasa was about to be completely suppressed, black shadows flew out and rushed towards the eight-sided Linglong Banner.

"What?!" Yan Qi's mind trembled, and he saw these black shadows pulling out these flags, swallowing them, and crushing them.

"Stone puppet?!" Luo Qinghen frowned, looking at these dark shadows in surprise, but they were all villains like newborn babies.

Their bodies have sharp edges and corners, and at first glance they are puppets carved out of stone and driven by spells.

Although these stone puppets are the same puppets as their generals, there are essential differences between the two.

The general is driven by organs, and these little puppets are driven by spells. Both power and function are much worse.

When Fang Zhong led Zhu Ying away, Ye Xuan hid in the corner, secretly observing the situation ahead.

When he saw Rakshasa, a look of greed lit up in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the second prince had arranged such an evil spirit next to the third prince. If such an evil spirit is refined by himself, the strength is absolutely amazing.