My Master is Lin Zhengying

Like Taishan pressing down on the top, it enveloped the man.

At this moment, he felt unparalleled strength and oppression.

This nimana might be the ninth level of the yellow rank?

This power clearly overwhelmed him, reaching the fifth or even sixth level of the Mysterious Rank.

At this moment, he regretted it.

But he had no way out and could only fight desperately.

Whoever stops now will die.

So he kept urging his own profound energy to resist, and the color of his skin became more and more purple.

However, Nan Chen still resisted Nan Chen's mysterious pressure.

What was even more frightening was that there was a crack in the rune stick in his hand.

This stick was given to him by the sect.

It looks relatively thin, but it is extremely hard. It is made of seabed fine steel.

There are also rune inscriptions and profound energy blessings.

Its hardness can be imagined.

But now, it was split by this broken copper piece...

His complexion changed suddenly, his secret path was not good, and he could hardly stop it.

Nan Chen showed a sneer:

"Now, I'll show you.

The eleventh level of the yellow rank is amazing! "

Yellow, yellow rank eleven?

When the man heard this, he was dumbfounded on the spot.

Huang Jie, can there be eleven layers?

But it's too late.

Nanchen's profound energy surged again.

Hearing a "click", the black iron rune stick in his hand broke instantly.

Nan Chen held the Ten Fox Sword and slashed down with one sword.

"Whoosh!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and an arm fell to the ground on the spot.

The man was knocked over on the spot and fell to the ground screaming.

"I, my hand, my hand..."

Nan Chen stood where he was, looking at him coldly.

Qiusheng Wencai and others also came forward.

Wencai said proudly:

"Dead Demon Dao, what are you dragging at the fourth level of the mysterious rank?

In front of my junior brother, you are just scum! "

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Yaodao's arm was cut off, and he broke out in cold sweat.

At this moment, he was trembling all over, clutching his wound, looking like he was dying.

"You, who are you?"

He spoke out of breath.

Qiu Sheng replied directly:

"Can't you see it?

We are righteous exorcists.

Specialized in beheading monsters like you!

Say, except here.

Where else are you raising ghosts? "

As soon as Qiu Sheng finished speaking, Jia Le also echoed:

"Yeah, what are you talking about!

How many innocent ghosts have been killed, and whether there are any accomplices. "

"If you don't tell me, I'll take your chops off and light you up as a sky lantern!"