My Master is Lin Zhengying

Facing such an offensive, everyone was powerless.

Uncle Nine, was slapped over ten meters with a palm, and his life and death are unknown.

Hua Muzi also smiled excitedly, but didn't go towards Uncle Jiu.

Instead, he looked at Wen Cai and the Jiuju Staff in his hand.

Wencai kept growling:

"Hurry up, hurry up, the power of the nine chrysanthemums, show up soon!"

But he couldn't take the initiative to use the power of Jiuju at all, he could only do it in a hurry...

the other side.

The four-eyed Taoist priest was slashed by the elder Yinghua of Jiuju's school with a big knife.

The breath in his chest also vented at this time.

Without this energy, the four-eyed Taoist priest has no fighting power.

Being shocked by someone's heaven-level residual power, he vomited blood and couldn't get up.

Coupled with the side effects of the magic spell, the four-eyed priest lost his combat effectiveness.

Nine-fingered nuns are even more difficult to support alone.

Even if he took the secret elixir to enhance his own profound energy, he still couldn't parry the two heaven-level powerhouses who used the magic technique.

He was also knocked over by a sword qi and fell into a coma on the spot.

But these two people didn't kill them, but used a spell to immobilize them.

The reason why they did this was to refine the heavenly rank corpse puppets.

Only living people can refine such a powerful puppet.

Therefore, both Nine Fingers God Nun and Four Eyes Priest temporarily saved their lives.

More than 50 people from the remaining Daoist League saw this scene.

All of them showed a look of difficulty, and everyone hated the monster in front of them.

At the same time, they are also looking forward to the reinforcements in their hearts.

"The reinforcements from the Dao League haven't arrived yet?"

"Poverty, are you really going to die here?"

"Since it's death, Pindao will fight with you, and the Fire Determination Talisman..."

"..."

Suddenly, a comrade who used the fire solution talisman was full of anger.

He rushed directly into the crowd, and died together with a group of Fusang Onmyouji.

And the dying Daoist Yongming finally told the truth:

"I, we, no, no reinforcements..."

"Master, what are you talking about? We don't have reinforcements?"

Wu Yi clutched Daoist Yongming's severed arm, and opened his mouth in surprise.

The rest of the people also showed astonishment.

Daoist Yongming nodded:

"Yes, in this battle, you have to fight if you don't fight, you have to fight if you fight!

To boost morale and belief.

Poor Dao, I lied to you..."

Many people looked at Daoist Yongming's dying appearance, feeling unspeakable.

That glimmer of hope was also shattered at this moment.

Master Shuihe, who had invaded the Dragon King City, did not come back to help either.

This battle is about to end, is it defeated?

Are you going to die here?

Everyone, thinks so.

Everyone, at this moment, showed despair.

Nan Chen killed a Fusang Onmyoji with a sword, and supported Shangguan Ronghui with one hand:

"Damn it, I can't stop it..."

Seeing Nan Chen supporting her, Shangguan Ronghui suddenly smiled:

"Nan Chen, we will never be able to go back..."

It was a wry smile, a desperate smile.