My Master is Lin Zhengying

One month later, at the Daoist Conference, this disciple of mine must be shining brightly, and his ability will overwhelm the young leaders of all sects.

As a result, Uncle Jiu hadn't come over with joy when he saw Nan Chen fall to the ground with a "plop", his breath still very disordered.

This made Uncle Jiu panic.

Hastily ran over.

It was found that Nan Chen was pale and mentally weak.

In his mouth, he kept shouting "literary talent".

Uncle Jiu didn't understand, and hurriedly asked:

"Nanchen, what literary talent? The literary talent is not here..."

Nan Chen's mental energy was exhausted too much, he felt chest tightness and nausea, and his mind was still "buzzing".

But in his mouth, he continued to speak:

"Master, Second Senior Brother, was seriously injured, go back quickly, go back and save her..."

When Uncle Jiu heard this, his heart "thumped", and he took a sharp breath.

My second apprentice, Wencai, is not talented, and he likes to do things for him.

But this apprentice is filial and kind.

On weekdays, after saddling his horse, he would wash his clothes and serve him water without any complaints.

Nine uncles have no descendants, even though they are masters and apprentices.

But Uncle Jiu raised the three of them as sons.

He was seriously injured when he heard Wen.

Uncle Jiu was naturally worried.

Seeing that Nan Chen was weak, he didn't ask any more questions.

He hurriedly greeted Priest Simu and Master Yixiu:

"Four Eyes, Master, let's go back quickly..."

The other two also nodded.

At the same time, Uncle Jiu carried Nan Chen on his back.

Then quickly ran down the mountain.

Uncle Jiu circulated his profound energy very quickly.

The four-eyed Taoist priest and Master Yixiu also followed each other like shadows, rushing towards Yizhuang.

Nan Chen leaned against Uncle Jiu's back, feeling dizzy.

Tonight, he really did his best.

Fight Yinlings, kill ghosts, fight Fusang Onmyoji, sneak attack and assassinate the three corpses.

All of this had already exhausted Nan Chen.

He wanted to hold on until he returned to Yizhuang with Uncle Jiu and the others.

After watching Master Yixiu heal Wencai, he rested.

However, the serious consumption of mental power.

Coupled with the reduction of injuries and profound energy, his own state is really not very good.

Finally couldn't hold it anymore, and finally passed out.

The darkness swallowed him unconscious.

After a long time, Nan Chen opened his eyes in the darkness.

Find yourself, floating in the dark.

It was dark all around.

Only far away, you can see a little green will-o'-the-wisp.

Gradually, he began to approach the will-o'-the-wisp.

Getting closer, getting closer.

After reaching a certain distance, Nan Chen's expression suddenly changed.

Once, he saw the source of the will-o'-the-wisp.

It was a familiar altar.

There are four black stone pillars, and there are ghost fires on the pillars.

And the entire altar is engraved with strange and ancient runes.

Around the altar, there are four mages in black robes.

Seeing this, Nan Chen couldn't help but curse secretly;