My Master is Lin Zhengying

One by one, it's like taking a stimulant.

The head of the Baisha Sect, Daoist Yongming was even more moved to tears.

"We won, we defended the Baisha Gate, we defended..."

His eldest disciple, Wu Yi, was also covered in blood and kept nodding his head.

"Yes master, we have won, we have won."

Soon, the Baishamen disciples drove Fusang Onmyoji out of the Taoist temple.

Leaving behind a cold corpse.

At the door, meet Wencai, Jiale and others.

But at this time, there were only four of them left.

Except for Wencai Jiale and Chang Fei Zuo Sanqian, the other four all died heroically.

Looking at the Jiuju faction of monsters who left Kunshan and fled in embarrassment.

Joy spread in everyone's heart.

The feeling from life to death, from death to life, is really exciting and exciting.

In the big square, Nan Chen watched a group of Baishamen disciples chase them out.

He himself, after taking back the Yin-Yang Orb, sat down on the stone slab.

Finally, he lay down on the ground with a "bang", his chest rising and falling.

He is too tired.

Although he didn't directly participate in the high-end battle between Uncle Jiu and Xiaoyu.

However, the Yin-Yang Orb was used, which played a huge auxiliary role.

Especially the Onmyoji who killed the eighth heaven.

If it wasn't for him hitting east and west with one move and wounding the Onmyoji, Xiaoyu would not have been able to kill him and reverse the situation of the battle.

He kept panting, his profound energy was almost exhausted, and his physical strength had reached its limit.

There were wounds all over his body, and blood stained his clothes.

"Nan Chen, Nan Chen!"

Xiaoyu and Uncle Jiu ran over immediately.

Nan Chen panted, feeling too tired.

But there was still a slight smile on his face:

"Master, master, Xiao, Xiaoyu, I'm so tired, let me lie down for a while, lie down for a while..."

Uncle Jiu looked at Nan Chen who was lying on the ground, and nodded in approval.

He was very happy, it was Lin Jiu's blessing to accept this apprentice in this life.

He is very aware of the important role played by Nan Chen in this war.

Xiaoyu looked big-hearted, sitting next to Nan Chen, looking at a loss.

Some Baishamen disciples who were seriously injured and did not leave saw Xiaoyu.

Also have some doubts.

After all, Xiaoyu is a ghost, and there are taboos in Taoism.

An upright monk cannot raise ghosts.

The boundary between humans and ghosts is very clear.

People and ghosts have different ways.

This senior, Lin Jiu, is a Taoist rookie, Nan Chen.

How could you be with such a ghost?

Of course, they were just wondering.

But Xiaoyu saved their Baishamen and won their respect...

PS: After taking the medicine for two days, I am much more comfortable today.

Thank you for your understanding and not scolding me.

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Xiaoyu's appearance surprised many Baishamen disciples present.

After all, for the orthodox Taoist sect, it is a taboo to have an intersection with ghosts.

It is not allowed and violates the red line.

This is why Uncle Nine was such an amazing person back then.