My Master is Lin Zhengying

The knife is fatal, and it is all vital.

Inside the enchantment, the Onmyojis cheered excitedly.

"Yo Xi!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Marcy Road..."

"..."

Their task is to kill Master Jiuxuan.

Now, they have succeeded.

Even if you die, it doesn't matter.

Outside the barrier, there was frustration and shock.

My heart felt cold for a while.

The leader was stabbed to death helplessly.

Still being a cult, Jiuju's faction, it's unacceptable to put it on anyone.

Afterwards, the two Fusang Onmyoji loosened their long sabers.

Daoist Jiuxuan was stunned and then knelt down.

fell to the ground.

Fusang Onmyouji was gone, everyone cheered.

Some people even made faces at the many monks outside the barrier.

However, just as they cheered and celebrated.

A strange scene appeared.

A puff of black smoke suddenly came out from the body of Master Jiuxuan who had fallen to the ground.

Black smoke billows.

Seeing this, the onmyojis in the barrier couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously stepped back.

Then, after the black smoke.

The real Jiuxuan, who was still flesh and blood just now, turned into a wooden doll.

There is also a red talisman on the back of the puppet.

Seeing this, the onmyojis in the barrier were stunned.

Many monks outside the barrier were also dumbfounded.

"Baga, doll! Fake! Sato-sama, we have been deceived!"

"..."

Outside the barrier, many monks also reacted.

"This is, puppetry!"

"Hahaha.

This is not the ally.

It's a dummy! "

"This puppet.

It seems to be the first puppet art of the Taoist sect, the masterpiece of the puppet Taoist! "

"That's right.

I have seen the masterpieces of puppet Taoists.

Just like this puppet. "

"..."

The grief and indignation just now turned into ease now.

Then, in front of the hall.

One in front and one behind, two figures suddenly appeared.

The leader, dressed in a purple robe, has a fairy-like demeanor.

Holding a dust whisk in his hand, his eyebrows are drawn into his temples.

It is the leader, Master Jiuxuan.

Behind him was a gray-robed old man with a wooden stick and a puppet on his back.

"Alliance!"

"The ally is fine!"