My Master is Lin Zhengying

The onmyoji screamed and struggled, and turned into an ice sculpture the next moment.

Under the demon girl Hua Muzi, the strongest Fusang onmyoji here was killed.

In terms of high-end combat power, the situation has taken a turn for the worse.

This time, it wasn't Uncle Jiu, but Jiu Ju's faction.

Seeing this, Hua Muzi gritted his teeth with hatred.

"Hinata, this trash, Hinata, this trash..."

Even scolding a few times can't explain the hatred.

But Xiaoyu has already started harvesting the rest of his subordinates.

Without this master of the eighth heaven to suppress Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu has no opponent at all, and she is so strong that she is ridiculously strong.

Especially the innate power of the extreme Yin spirit body.

It can freeze people into ice sculptures at every turn.

These ground-level onmyojis were killed and wailed continuously, and most of them were harvested.

At the same time, Xiaoyu began to join forces with Uncle Jiu to deal with Hua Muzi together.

Hua Muzi knew the importance of this battle.

This is an important stronghold for their Jiuju faction to gain a foothold in the Soviet Union and open the door to Kyushu.

Once they lose, their Jiuju faction will struggle.

Therefore, she, who cherishes her life like gold, still chooses to continue the war.

With Xiaoyu's joining, Hua Muzi's situation became very pessimistic, and instead he was suppressed and killed.

Uncle Nine's various spells and spells often caught her off guard.

Xiaoyu's ability also made her very afraid.

In addition, his left hand was seriously injured and was suppressed by the Yin-Yang Orb.

The strength dropped sharply, after five minutes of fighting.

She was even hit by Uncle Jiu's palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The injury was not serious, but Hua Muzi could see the situation clearly.

If she doesn't retreat now, she will definitely be finished, and she will definitely die here.

Without her, it would be useless to kill as many disciples as Bai Shamen.

Cherishing her life like gold, she quickly made a difficult decision.

retreat.

Thinking of this, Hua Muzi suddenly jumped behind him, and finally jumped onto the roof.

Holding a black thorn and covering his heart with one hand, he stood under the moonlit night.

He stared at Uncle Jiu, Xiaoyu, and the yin-yang orb on Uncle Jiu's head viciously.

"I'll be back, retreat!"

After finishing speaking, Hua Muzi made a seal with one hand.

With a low growl, "Imperial Order".

It turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared...

Seeing this, the disciples of the Jiuju sect below shouted one after another:

"Retreat, retreat..."

The tide of onmyojis began to withdraw from the Baisha Gate.

Uncle Jiu looked at Hua Muzi who had turned into black smoke, and rolled his eyes:

"Fantasy, Fusang Onmyouji, likes to use tricks."

On the side of Baishamen, they watched the onmyojis of the Jiuju faction who kept retreating.

Cheers instantly.

"Ah! They retreated!"

"Kill, kill!"

"Drive them down the mountain..."

"Rush, all rush!"

"We won..."

All kinds of cheers came and went, and the joy of victory made them too excited.

The rest of the hundred or so people frantically chased and killed them.