My Master is Lin Zhengying

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"They raped my sister, I want to castrate them!"

"Fusang Onmyoji killed my whole family and let me come."

"These bastards slaughtered our fishing village, let me kill them and pay homage to the folks..."

"..."

Although Nan Chen was a dick in his previous life, he also had a patriotic heart.

I don't have any good feelings for the Fusang people.

Hearing Daoist Yongming's words, he was ready to raise his hand and volunteered.

Unexpectedly, everyone present was like this.

And their experience is not good.

Many of them have been directly hurt by these Fusang people. It can be said that I hate them deeply.

In the end, Daoist Yongming invited the fellow Daoist whose younger sister was raped and whose whole family was killed later.

This fellow daoist is a disciple of Feiyumen.

When Feiyumen was slaughtered by Jiuju's faction because of going out for training, Wake up and escaped.

When he came home, he saw that the whole family was dead and his sister was disheveled, so he told him everything.

Finally, because of lack of chastity, he committed suicide and died.

Therefore, this Feiyumen disciple hated Fusang Onmyoji to the bone.

As soon as this guy took the stage, he exuded a strong killing intent.

With a flick of the scabbard, the long sword was unsheathed, and it found a target.

"Brother Shan, don't let him die so quickly."

"Brother Shan, let them die slowly."

"Brother Shan, let these onmyojis also taste the pain..."

"..."

The sentiment is exciting.

The Fusang people whom he had targeted were still mocking him.

"Yose, come and kill me! Stab my chest, chest, come on!"

Damn, it looks like you are not afraid of death.

This Feiyumen disciple smiled coldly.

"Death? It's not that easy."

As soon as the voice fell, he raised his hand directly.

The blade flashed.

"Shua" a sword.

The power is not great, only a weak sword energy is shot out.

But the location where this sword energy hit was only two or three inches away.

In an instant, the Fusang Onmyouji's crotch was bleeding, and a bloody mass fell into his crotch.

"Ah! Ah!"

Some places in Fusang have a special culture and their own strength is not enough, so they have a strange worship for "this thing".

In Nanchen's world, there was even a culture of worship.

Activities are held on the street every year, which is very strange...

The onmyoji who woke up saw that his thing was gone. In addition to pain, it was more of a psychological blow.

"I, I want, I want to kill you, Baga..."

When he woke up, he was on the verge of crying.

His legs trembled and his hands struggled, but it was useless.

"Brother Shan did a good job. This is the way to deal with these beasts."

Many of the female monks present did not feel cruel either.

On the contrary, I feel very happy.

These people don't know how many women from good families they poisoned and how many people they hurt.

This is all retribution, let them get retribution before they die.

The disciples of Feiyumen still had a cold expression on their faces:

"This sword belongs to my sister.