My Master is Lin Zhengying

He was alone, blocking a large group of zombies from attacking.

On Uncle Jiu's side, he also noticed the crisis of Nan Chen and the others.

His face was shocked, and he let out a low growl.

So he prepared to forcibly improve his cultivation regardless of his injuries, and rushed to rescue Nan Chen and others to get out of danger first.

However, at this critical moment.

Nan Chen suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.

The footsteps were hurried, and there were bursts of profound energy.

Nan Chen glanced subconsciously.

Seeing this, Nan Chen's heart trembled suddenly.

On the street not far away, five figures were approaching rapidly.

The leading figure was extremely fast, wearing an orange yin and yang robe.

Take a flat-top Taoist risk.

Holding a black mahogany sword.

His face was full of heroism, and his whole body was full of mysterious energy, which was extremely strong.

As the distance keeps getting closer.

Behind him, four young men appeared.

On the robes, there are four words "South, East, North and West" written on each of them.

Seeing this, Nan Chen was suddenly overjoyed.

Reinforcements are here...

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The person who came was none other than Jiushu's other junior.

Priest Qianhe, the priest who escorted the copper-horned and golden coffin to the capital.

This farewell has been several months.

Did not expect to see him again today.

Moreover, Daoist Qianhe came just in time.

Right now is the time when everyone needs help the most.

Daoist Qianhe took the lead, and directly crushed him with a mahogany sword.

Far away, Uncle Jiu was about to disregard his old injuries and strengthen his morality.

Seeing Daoist Qianhe all of a sudden, he was surprised at first, and then suddenly overjoyed.

"Junior Brother Qianhe."

Ma Madi was also surprised and said:

"Kid Qianhe!"

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, Taoist Qianhe brought his four disciples to the north, south, east and west.

Only heard Taoist Qianhe shouted in a low voice:

"The evildoer will die!"

After finishing speaking, he directly entered the group of corpses from the periphery.

Daoist Qianhe is not very strong, but he is definitely not weak.

Back then, Daoist Qianhe was even more able to fight with the zombie emperor uncle.

Marked at thirty-seven, it can be seen that the strength is extraordinary.

Facing these Baisha zombies, there is no problem at all.

Daoist Qianhe swung his sword violently.

The mysterious energy transformed into form, and a sword energy directly cut down.

"Bang" sounded loudly.

A Baisha zombie, who had been slashed to the point of being so bloody, fell to the ground and lost its ability to fight.

Such a powerful attack power made Nan Chen and others excited.

"Master uncle is mighty!"

"Master is a real man..."

Qiu Shengwen opened his mouth to drink, excited again and again.

At the same time, Daoist Qianhe kicked another zombie.