Direction of the gate.

Wencai, Jiale, Chang Fei, Zuo Sanqian and eight others have already arrived at the gate.

From afar, I saw standing on the roof.

Uncle Jiu and Nanchen who are fighting with Fusang Onmyoji.

None of these eight people are vegetarians either.

He rushed in directly from the main gate, killed people when he saw them, and chopped them when he saw them.

On the Jiuju Sect, the strong people basically gathered around the main hall square.

Now he is either beating Uncle Jiu or resisting Baishamen's prescription.

Or, wait for an opportunity to move around the square.

On the contrary, those who were close to the outside were all small minions of Jiuju and his group who gathered the number of people.

On weekdays, they are basically responsible for logistics.

Wen Cai Jiale and several others have not had very high cultivation.

But looking at the entire Taoist sect, he is also one of the best among the younger generation.

Faced with these, the Fusang Onmyoji who can only be responsible for logistics, aren’t they just wolves entering the flock?

Especially Jiale, holding a giant que in his hand.

Killing is like cutting vegetables.

With one sword, you can split the person in half.

Those Fusang Onmyoji Taoist practices are not high, but when they see them at this moment, they are so scared that their legs are weak.

"Ah! Escape!"

"Help."

“…”

A group of Fusang Onmyoji began to squeeze into the Taoist temple frantically, causing chaos in the scene for a while.

In addition, in front of the main square, Baishamen fought back.

Uncle Jiu and Nanchen’s powerful strength.

This led to hundreds of Onmyoji concentrated in a small space.

At this time, it is difficult to exert the absolute advantage in numbers.
Chapter completed!