My Master is Lin Zhengying

Uncle Nine felt the pressure.

Although he has recovered to the ground level cultivation base.

But it has only recovered to the first level, and it is not stable yet.

At this moment, he frowned tightly, not daring to let go.

As for Fusang Onmyoji, it was even more uncomfortable.

He was only one step higher, and although Uncle Jiu's condition was unstable, he was still at the first level.

In terms of strength, there is still suppression.

But at this moment, the two palmed each other.

It's not that he let go, and it's not that he doesn't let go.

If you let go, you will be severely injured by Uncle Jiu.

If you don't let go, it will be difficult to defeat your opponent.

If someone next to me intervenes, he will be doomed forever.

Under the dilemma.

The Fusang Onmyouji's complexion suddenly darkened, and he roared:

"Strengthen Onmyoji! Edict!"

The other party spoke Fusang language, but the word "Chi" was very clear, it was Chinese.

After all, this school of Fusang cultivation was passed down by me in the Central Plains, and it is just a branch.

To get to the bottom of it, our Central Plains orthodoxy is their grandfather.

Now the grandson wants to rebel, so he comes to his grandfather's realm to do whatever he wants.

Following his command.

The Fusang Onmyouji's aura suddenly strengthened.

The veins all over his body were bulging, and his blood was surging.

There was a roar in his mouth:

"idiot……"

"boom!"

Mysterious energy shook.

With one palm, Uncle Jiu was shocked away.

The aftermath of profound energy made it impossible for Nan Chen and others to get close.

The four-eyed Taoist priest and others who were hit hard before.

Also under the coercion of this profound energy, his heartbeat accelerated, and his face was full of shock.

"Good, very strong!"

"Is this, the cultivation base of the second level of the earth boundary?"

Daoist Qianhe and others were shocked.

None of them have reached the ground level.

The normal cultivation base is only about seven or eight levels of the mysterious rank.

Feeling the cultivation base of the second level of the earth level, he was naturally shocked.

After Uncle Jiu was shaken back, he retreated again and again.

Nan Chen hurriedly picked it up and held it up:

"Master, are you okay!"

Uncle Jiu stood firm and waved his hands:

"It's fine as a teacher."

"Brother, this guy is really powerful!"

Priest Qianhe opened his mouth.

The four-eyed priest also had a gloomy face:

"Brother, let's go together, we must destroy him."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room released profound energy.

As long as Uncle Jiu takes the lead, everyone will do it.

Fusang Onmyouji's side, the other two injured people were already standing behind that person.

Clutching his chest, he was clearly injured, with a weak look on his face.

Uncle Jiu, after adjusting his breathing.