My Master is Lin Zhengying

Nan Chen is really looking forward to how much heaven is his master.

You know, this is still more than twenty years of cultivation.

Now that there is no corpse poison to imprison him, coupled with twenty years of cleansing, Nan Chen believes that Uncle Jiu's morality will never stand still.

It is very possible to climb to a higher peak.

Seeing Nan Chen's happy look, Shangguan Ronghui also smiled.

But then said:

"There will be no bad news."

"Bad news? Tell me."

Nan Chen frowned and frowned again.

Shangguan Ronghui raised her eyebrows slightly, and then said:

"Duan Jiepeng, the warlord of Hunan Province, seems to have taken refuge in Qijue Sect.

With the help of Qijuemen, this warlord is building a large-scale undead army in Hunan.

Several main armies of the surrounding warlords have been defeated.

If he continues to let it go, he may sweep the southwest and spy on Kyushu..."

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Duan Jiepeng, a warlord in Hunan.

When Nan Chen and others escaped from Yinyue Mountain and returned to Longhu Mountain, they ran into this guy's army.

A bunch of dead people indeed.

Such an army is used for war.

How can this ordinary army be an opponent?

What's more, it has received technical support from a cult like Qijuemen.

Then this army of walking dead is probably even more serious.

"Does the Daomeng have any plans now?"

Nan Chen continued to ask.

But Shangguan Ronghui shook his head:

"I'm not sure about this, but the only thing I can be sure of is.

Several warlords around have stopped attacking each other and started to join forces to deal with this Duan Jiepeng. "

Nan Chen nodded.

He did not expect that a war between good and evil in this world would involve warlords.

Once the warlord is involved, it means that the entire Kyushu is involved.

It is no longer a simple battle of practitioners, but a confrontation between good and evil of the whole people.

Nan Chen chatted with Shangguan Ronghui again, basically it was all about the Daoist League.

Not long after, Wencai and Uncle Jiu, who had gone out to practice, had already returned.

They walked into the yard and were very happy to see Nan Chen wake up.

"Nanchen!"

"Junior Brother, you're awake!"

The two hurried over, excited.

"Master, brother."

"How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Uncle Jiu asked with concern.

Nan Chen shook his head, saying that he is recovering very well and will recover soon.

Seeing Nan Chen speak like this, the two felt relieved a lot.

But when he saw Nan Chen's left hand, his heart felt cold again.

After all, even if Nan Chen's hand was shaved, it still looked like a beast's claws.

But neither of them said anything, and they didn't want to provoke Nan Chen.

At noon, Nan Chen ate some porridge and took a nap.

In the afternoon, more and more comrades came to visit him one after another.

Basically, they are fellow Daoists who survived that battle.

Most of them are disciples of Baishamen.

Daoist Yongming with only one arm left, Wu Yi with one eye blind and so on.