Fusang Onmyoji felt despair and pain.

Before the third person could execute him, he kept begging for mercy there.

But it's too late, no one will sympathize with him.

For such evil demons, beasts, and demons, there is only one ending.

That's death.

Soon, another fellow Taoist was called up by Taoist Yongming.

This is a three-generation disciple of Baishamen, but he is only fifteen years old.

He has only been in the beginning for five years and has experienced the complete battle to defend Baishamen.

I saw my fellow disciples cruelly killed by these Fusang Onmyoji.

I also saw why this beautiful forest was burned into scorched earth and turned bare.

It’s all because of the arrival of these Jiuju and the group of Fusang demons.

After he went up, he picked up the long sword and slashed it around the demon.

But every sword is not fatal, and the demon Tao keeps feeling the fear of death.

Nanchen stood on the outside and just watched.

There is no mercy, only indifference.

"Nanchen!"

A voice sounded.

Nanchen was attracted and turned his head to look.

When I saw Shangguan Ronghui, I didn't know when it had appeared on his left.

"Ronghui..."

Shangguan Ronghui wore a white dress and looked at the ring:

"These demons from Jiuju and the other sect sneaked up the mountain last night and killed one of our fellow Taoists.

Still poisoning in our clean water.

And that poison can transform us into corpses and become walking dead bodies.

If we hadn't been discovered in advance, we would have been done."

Nanchen narrowed his eyes, and that would be even more damn.

The kindness to them is the cruelty to ourselves.

So I couldn't help but beat and scold:

"These dogs are notorious in our world

In this place, even practitioners are so vicious.”

Shangguan Ronghui said "um" and chatted with Nanchen about these three Fusang Onmyoji.

There were more than three of them last night, but eight of them.

The other five, three ran away and two died.

A fellow Taoist died on our side.

Two of them were infected with the corpse poison, but fortunately, the rescue was prompt and should be cured.

Early this morning, the crowd was excited.

Hundreds of disciples in the Yongming Taoist Sect were killed or injured.

I also hate these demonic paths of Jiuju and Yisect very much.

So he summoned everyone to the square and wanted to take them to sacrifice the flag.

Not only to boost morale, but also to let them know that when facing these demons, they cannot be merciful and have to be ruthless.

After chatting for a few words, Shangguan Ronghui proposed to go out for a walk.

Nanchen no longer wanted to continue looking at these dirty eyes Fusang Onmyoji, so he nodded in agreement.

So Shangguan Ronghui and Nanchen left the main square.

Walking in the Baisha Gate, you can still see blood everywhere, with not completely cleansed.

These days, Baishamen mainly set up defensive formations, strengthen defense and hoarding food.

Cleaning is not that important.

Come to the door of the Taoist temple.

Nanchen looked around and found that the surrounding mountains were charred.

The trees have long turned into ashes.

Several houses next to the Taoist temple were also burned down.

This is all done by Jiuju.

If it weren't for Uncle Jiu Nanchen and others who arrived a few days ago, they would assist Taoist Priest Yongming to defend the place.

This White Sword will also completely collapse into ashes in this raging mountain fire.

"Hey! This is really a chaotic world. I don't know when it will be settled..."

Nanchen sighed.

Shangguan Ronghui faced the spring breeze and held it on the railing:

"If we follow the trajectory of our world history, there should be more than twenty years left, and the Republic should be born."

But Nanchen smiled bitterly:

"Ronghui, there were no such monsters and monsters in our world.

I don't think this dimensional world will be that beautiful.

And you don’t know that in Hunan, a warlord appeared.

His name is Duan Jiepeng, and he has an Immortal Legion in his hand.

Moreover, the famous warlords in their previous lives rarely appeared in this world.

I think the historical trajectory here is chaotic.

It's really hard to judge where it will lead in the end..."

Nanchen analyzed it.

In the previous life, there was the Northeast King Zhang Dazhi in the northeast, the Northwest Army Feng Dazhi in the northwest, and the Northern Expedition Army in the south.

There are Marshal Wu, Marshal Sun and so on in the middle.

Nowadays, there are many such handsome men.

But none of them were the great men in their previous lives.

Nanchen infers from this that the mainstream background in front of this world is exactly the same as his previous life.

But because of the existence of demons, it is hard to say how it will develop later.

Shangguan Ronghui couldn't help frowning when she heard this.

She hadn't thought about these questions carefully.

A dying army, what's wrong?

On the battlefield, can those ordinary soldiers be opponents?

Seeing her frowning, Nanchen smiled and waved:

"Ronghui, don't think so much.

If he is evil and not righteous, no matter how handsome he is.

What we can do now is to destroy all these cults.

Then we get a magic weapon from the Seven Quarter Gate and we can go home…”

"Magic weapon?"

Shangguan Ronghui was stunned.

Nanchen mentioned this about going home before at Yuanshang Temple.

Find that altar and you can go back.

Now, why has it become a magic weapon again?

Nanchen naturally knew what Shangguan Ronghui was wondering.

So continue speaking:
To be continued...