Could it be that it was his junior sister, the Nine Fingers God Niu died?

Or, something happened to Dao Master Lin? Or maybe some other Taoist priest?

Because Master Shuihe, Mamadi and others glanced around, they didn't see the two of them.

They hurried forward.

"Master Shuihe!"

"Master Mama!"

"Master Ikki."

“…”

The Taoist monks living around them all greeted each other, but everyone's faces were filled with sadness.

Victory, but there was no look of happiness.

Master Shuihe and others squeezed forward.

I soon arrived at the center.

I saw that Nan Chen was in a coma on the ground, and one hand had turned into a beast's claws and had animal hair on his face.

Several people were surprised.

"What's going on?"

"What's wrong with Nanchen?"

“…”

Shangguan Ronghui looked up, her face covered with tears:

"Master, Nanchen has transformed himself into saving us..."

"What? I'll deify myself?"

Master Shuihe was surprised.

Wencai next to him hurriedly explained:

"Master, uncle.

The junior brother's sword sealed the power of the demon fox.

The junior brother used this power to defeat the Onmyoji.

You guys quickly find a way to save your junior brother!

I don't want him to become a monster that is neither human nor demon..."

Wencai was so anxious that he cried again.

After Qiu Sheng left, Wencai cherished the relationship between their fellow brothers more.

Seeing that Nan Chen was dying and even changed his hand, he felt really uncomfortable.

Mamadi hurriedly squatted down:

"let me see!"

After saying that, he took Nanchen's pulse.

I found that Nanchen's heart vein was extremely slow and he was urging death.

At the same time, there is indeed a demonic force in the body, wandering among the tendons and veins.

Momo's face was solemn:

"It's not a matter of war on the monster now, I have to save this kid's life first.

Ahao, Aqiang, make a stretcher and carry Nanchen back to Baishamen before talking about it!"

"It's the master!"

The two of them also stained their clothes with blood, but they were not seriously injured.

Without thinking too much at this time, I hurriedly took off my clothes and weaved the stretcher with surrounding branches and cloth strips.

At the same time, a middle-aged man covered in blood.

Covering his heart, he limped towards this side.

He was gasping and coughing up blood while walking.

But his face was anxious and kept chanting:

"Nanchen, I, my disciple..."

It's not someone else, I just took a breath.
Chapter completed!