Nanchen is born in autumn, Jiale Xiaoyu Xiaoyun and others are guarding the left and right.

Now, Wen has made a clear path, and the rest of them keep up.

Of course, Nan Chen Qiusheng knew it in his heart.

The reason why literary talent is so crazy is not because of his own cultivation and ability.

It is the ability of the stick he mastered, the Jiuju Staff.

This is a Fusang secret treasure, the supreme magic weapon of the Jiuju and the school.

Now that I have been activated by Wencai, I have given everyone hope to survive...

His literary talent is unstoppable, and the demons in the small square have relatively low cultivation.

Therefore, no one can stop them.

The two hall masters of Yinyue Mountain behind him arrived at this moment.

Seeing Wen Cai so fiercely and with the phantom of Jiuju, he looked at each other.

in unison:

"Nine Ju and One School?"

I was very surprised in my heart that the Jiuju and the other sect are the Fusang sect.

The Dao Alliance has just announced a battle with the Jiuju faction.

Among these remnants, why are there any Onmyoji masters from the Jiuju Sect?

But there was no time to think about it. Today, they would definitely kill Nanchen and others.

There are too many people in front of them, and they are too far away.

You can only control the evil ghost group to block it.

With a wave of hand, a large group of ghosts came over.

"Ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao

"Second Brother, the ghost group behind you!"

Nanchen spoke.

The strongest combat power now is Wencai.

The ghost group behind him, Nan Chen and others could not stop him, so they could only let Wencai take action.

Wencai suddenly turned around and saw a group of ghosts attacking.

The eyes burst into cold light:

"Come on! Come on!"

At this moment, Wencai seemed to have become a different person.

Not only is his expression firm, but his words are fierce.

That momentum became arrogant.

Wencai held up the Jiuju Staff and swept it across.

A white light stormed.

Even a phantom of chrysanthemum was shot out.

The group of ghosts rushing in the front line was instantly swept away by the white light waves.

The rest of the ghosts that were rushing towards me.

Feeling the white light waves and the chrysanthemum Xu Yue's expression suddenly changed.

For a moment, they were frightened and whineed.

The body suddenly stopped suddenly and even turned around and ran away.

As if he was frightened, he was completely out of control by the ghost flag behind him.
Chapter completed!