My Master is Lin Zhengying

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked down and found where he was standing.

At some point, a blood-red circle appeared.

I stand within that circle.

That strange energy flow was released from that circle, imprisoning it

"It's over, it's dead!"

Nan Chen thought in his heart, and at the same time wanted to open his mouth, and directly call the Ten Fierce Foxes and Senior Sword Spirit in the Ten Fox Swords for help.

But all over his body, except for his eyeballs, he could turn slightly, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Damn it, what should I do, are I going to be killed by these Fusang dogs?"

Nan Chen was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

The Fuso Onmyouji called Nishida is now holding a puppet.

Very proud, he said to Fusang Onmyoji around him:

"Sacrifice can only last for one minute, kill him quickly!"

When the surrounding Fusang Onmyojis heard this, they all showed bloodthirsty expressions.

No nonsense at all.

More than a dozen people raised short knives and long swords, and pointed at Nan Chen's head and stomach, and stabbed at Nan Chen's chest...

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More than a dozen Fusang onmyojis, holding short knives and long swords, stabbed at Nanchen's vitals one after another.

Once stabbed, each blow is enough to kill Nan Chen.

But Nan Chen could only stand there in fear.

Watching the attack of those short knives and long swords.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu was trapped.

Jiale Wencai and others were also surrounded.

His own body, his mouth could not speak, his body could not move.

I couldn't even call for help.

Nan Chen looked at the ferocious and excited faces.

I thought to myself; Is this the way it is going to die here?

Heart, full of bitter helplessness.

The Fusang Onmyojis were all extremely excited, as if they had seen Nan Chen chopped into meat paste by them.

However, at the moment when their short knives and long swords were about to stab Nan Chen.

The yin-yang fan hanging on Nan Chen's back suddenly trembled.

A wisp of cold air overflowed from the umbrella.

The moment before those Fusang Onmyojis split Zhongnanchen.

The yin and yang umbrella suddenly trembled, soaring into the sky, suspended above Nan Chen's head.

A majestic cold air erupted fiercely.

It turned into yin qi ripples, oscillating around.

The Fusang Onmyoji who were nearby were all overwhelmed by this cold air.

They all wailed.

"what!"

"boom!"

"..."

At the same time, a familiar but cold and murderous female voice resounded in the ears of everyone present:

"Those who move others, die!"

Before he finished speaking, streaks of white mist appeared in front of Nan Chen.

Immediately afterwards, a woman in white came out solidly.

Seeing this woman, Nan Chen was startled.

This is, this is Xiaoyu in the yin and yang umbrella?

She has been in seclusion for a long time, and now she is out...

After Xiaoyu appeared, he looked around.

Suddenly, she fixed her icy eyes on the Onmyoji holding the puppet.

With a raised eyebrow, the murderous intent was revealed.