My Master is Lin Zhengying

On our side, a fellow Taoist died.

Two of them were poisoned by that kind of corpse poison. Fortunately, they were rescued in time and should be cured.

Early this morning, the crowd was excited.

Among the disciples of Yongming Dao's Changmen, hundreds of people were killed or injured.

He also hated these Jiuju faction's monsters very much.

So I called everyone to the square and wanted to take them to sacrifice flags.

Not only to boost morale, but also to let them know that when facing these monsters, they can't have the slightest kindness, they have to be ruthless.

After chatting for a few words, Shangguan Ronghui proposed to go for a walk.

Nan Chen didn't want to continue to look at these Fusang Onmyoji with dirty eyes, so he nodded in agreement.

So Shangguan Ronghui and Nan Chen left the main square.

Walking in the Baisha Gate, you can still see bloodstains everywhere, which have not been completely washed off.

These days, Baishamen is mainly setting up defensive formations, strengthening defenses and hoarding food.

Cleaning is not that important.

Come to the gate of the Taoist temple.

Nan Chen looked around and found that the surrounding mountains were scorched black.

The trees had already been reduced to ashes.

Several houses next to the Taoist temple were also burned down.

This is all done by Jiuju's faction.

A few days ago, if Uncle Jiu Nanchen and others hadn't arrived to assist Daoist Yongming to defend this place.

This Baisha Gate will also completely collapse into ashes in this raging mountain fire.

"Hey! This is really a chaotic world, I don't know when it will be calm..."

Nan Chen sighed.

Shangguan Ronghui faced the spring breeze and leaned on the railing:

"If we follow the trajectory of our world's history, there should be another twenty years before the Republic will be born."

But Nan Chen smiled wryly:

"Rong Hui, in our world, there are no such demons and ghosts.

I don't think that this dimensional world will be so beautiful.

And you don't know that in Hunan, a warlord appeared.

His name is Duan Jiepeng, and he has an undead army in his hand.

Moreover, those celebrity warlords from the previous life rarely appeared in this world.

I think the historical trajectory here is confusing.

It's really hard to judge where it will lead in the end..."

Nan Chen analyzed it.

In the previous life, there was Marshal Zhang, the king of the Northeast in the northeast, Marshal Feng of the Northwest Army in the northwest, and the Northern Expeditionary Army in the south.

There are Marshal Wu and Marshal Sun in the middle.

Now, there are many handsome people with such surnames.

But none of them are those handsome men from the previous life.

From this, Nan Chen deduced that the mainstream background in front of this world was exactly the same as his previous life.

But because of the existence of demons, it is really hard to say how it will develop in the future.

When Shangguan Ronghui heard this, he couldn't help frowning.

She didn't think about these questions carefully.

An undead army, is that okay?

On the battlefield, can those ordinary soldiers be opponents?

Seeing her frowning, Nan Chen smiled and waved:

"Ronghui, don't think so much.

If he is evil, he is not upright, so it doesn't matter whether he is handsome or not.

What we can do now is to wipe out all these cults.

Then get a magic weapon from Qijuemen, and we can go home..."

"The magic weapon?"

Shangguan Ronghui was taken aback.