C1240 The Mysterious Spirit Restraining Technique

Desert Ruins, Great Swamp Golden Hall.

Looking at the Spirit-binding General behind Bai Xiaobei, Haimo Ke was shocked. He gently breathed out a bit of immortal spirit energy into the Spirit-binding General's body.

The black qi in the Spirit-binding General dissipated a bit, but it quickly condensed back together.

"A buddhist tiger? "Eh, that's not right. What is that strange thing?"

Suddenly