"We won..."

All kinds of cheers came one after another, and the joy of victory made them too excited.

The remaining hundreds of people were hunting for them in a crazy way.

Each one seems to have taken stimulants.

The head of Baishamen, Taoist Master Yongming, was even more excited and burst into tears.

"We won, we guarded Baishamen, guarded..."

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

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

Soon, the White Shaman disciple drove Fusang Onmyoji out of the Taoist temple.

Left behind cold corpses.

At the door, he met with Wencai, Jiale and others.

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

Except for Wen Cai Jiale, Chang Fei Zuo Sanqian, all the other four were martyred bravely.

Looking at the demons of Jiuju and his sect who left Kunshan and fled in a panic.

Joy spreads to everyone's heart.

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

In the big square, Nanchen watched a group of White Sword disciples chase and go out.

However, after he took back the Yin-Yang Pearl, he sat on the stone slab.

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

He is too tired.

Although he did not directly participate in the high-end combat power confrontation 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 weren't for his attacks on the east and west, Xiaoyu wouldn't be able to kill him, and the situation would be reversed.

He kept gasping for breath, his mysterious energy was almost exhausted, and his physical strength had reached its limit.

He was covered in wounds and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Nanchen, Nanchen!"

Xiaoyu and Uncle Jiu ran over immediately.

Nanchen was gasping and felt too tired.

But a smile still squeezed out 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 lying on the ground and nodded in agreement.

I feel ten thousand happy. It is really a blessing for her to accept this disciple in this life.

He knew very well that Nanchen played an important role in this war.

Xiaoyu looked so heartless, sitting next to Nanchen, looking at a loss.

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

They are also a little suspicious.

After all, Xiaoyu is a ghost, and there are taboos in the Taoist sect.

A decent monk cannot raise ghosts.

The boundary between humans and ghosts is very clear.

Humans and ghosts are different.

This senior Lin Jiu, Daoist rookie Nan Chen.

How could he be with such a ghost?

Of course, they were just confused.

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

ps: I took the medicine for two days and felt much more comfortable today.

Thank you for your understanding, I didn't scold me.
Chapter completed!