My Master is Lin Zhengying

And this technique is based on one's own conditions to increase vigor.

The stronger one's own basic cultivation base is, the greater the power will be invited.

Often, when conditions permit, it often takes about ten minutes.

This kind of wilderness is bad, there is no altar incense, it is very difficult to think of the patriarch.

But the four-eyed priest pushed the small glasses:

"Be prepared for the teacher!"

After speaking, he took out a bamboo tube from his back and took out the contents inside.

It turned out to be a portrait of the patriarch.

"I'll go, master, you actually brought this thing out!"

"Nonsense, Wen Cai you carry on your back to Master!"

After the four-eyed Taoist priest finished speaking, he didn't wait for Wen to agree.

He hung the patriarch's scroll on Wencai's neck.

Let Wencai turn his back to him, and he took a few steps back.

"Okay, protect the Dharma in front of you. I have invited the Patriarch as well."

Wen Cai nodded repeatedly while carrying the portrait of his patriarch.

Nan Chen and Jia Le stood in front one after another.

Xiaoyu is at the front, with a pair of ghost claws, extremely fierce.

One ice sculpture after another appeared, blocking most of the Fusang Onmyoji's attacks.

Worthy of being an extremely yin spirit body, it is very terrifying.

Nan Chen and Jia Le, one on the left and one on the right, are the queen protectors.

The four-eyed Taoist priest has already touched the divine water for himself, stamped his feet and said:

"Some patriarchs are invited to take the upper body, some patriarchs are invited to the upper body..."

After finishing speaking, he was chanting a mantra with a "woo woo woo".

For a while, I'm afraid I won't be able to get up.

But the Dao League is gradually losing ground.

More than [-] people, more than half of them have died.

Those who are alive are basically injured.

If it wasn't for Xiaoyu, Daoist Qianhe, Daoist Yongming and other seniors who stood in front of them, they might have been defeated.

Nine Fingers God Nun and Uncle Nine were completely held back and had no room to play.

Even, completely suppressed.

Nine Fingers God Nun also coughed up a mouthful of blood at this moment.

With one-to-two, it is obviously invincible.

Although Uncle Jiu was not injured, he still couldn't stop him.

The situation is becoming more and more unfavorable for Daomeng.

Already on the verge of defeat, even stepping on the edge of the red line.

However, at this juncture.

In the direction of Dragon King City, flames suddenly shot up into the sky, and wailing continued.

One after another spells exploded, and the sword energy continued.

There was a change in the direction of Dragon King City...

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Twenty minutes ago, Master Shuihe saw that the time was right.

With a hundred people, they rushed in directly from the side gate of Dragon King City.

Although there are ghost soldiers and a group of Fusang Onmyoji guarding the city.

But the vigilance was not strengthened at all, and they were raided by Mrs. Shuihe and others, and they didn't even have time to open the big formation of the city.

He was killed into the city by Master Shuihe and others.

Mrs. Shuihe cultivates her moral character on weekdays and doesn't care about worldly affairs.

But when the battle started, Master Shuihe made a move, which did not mean to be merciful at all.

With a Zen stick, Fusang Onmyoji was completely helpless.

With this level of cultivation, who can stop it?

After all, the three strongest members of Jiuju's faction, Hanakoki, Kato, and Sakura, are all on the outside at the moment.