My Master is Lin Zhengying

The high priest fell on the stone steps of the altar, and the stone steps were smashed.

"Nanchen!"

"Senior brother!"

"Disciple!"

"Friend Nanchen.

"..."

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Dao League opened their mouths and rushed towards Nan Chen.

Uncle Jiu was the fastest and came directly to Nan Chen:

"Teacher, are you alright?"

"Nan Chen, Nan Chen..."

Shangguan Ronghui and Xiaoyu also rushed over.

Qiusheng Wencai and others also came to the left and right.

Just as Nan Chen wanted to get up, a mouthful of blood spewed out.

But there was a smile in his mouth:

"I, I'm fine!"

"..."

On the other hand, the High Priest of Qijue Sect was not much better.

Climb up from the stone ladder, but staggered, obviously seriously injured.

Upon seeing this, Master Jiuxuan suddenly shouted:

"The disciples of the Dao League obey the order and kill the Yao Dao."

As soon as Master Jiuxuan opened his mouth, he led his disciples and rushed directly to the altar.

"kill!"

The disciples of Tianshi Mansion followed without any hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, the heads of the other sects also shouted:

"kill!"

All of a sudden, the sect leaders and the remaining disciples of the Dao League all rushed towards the altar.

The high priest looked ferocious, held a bone staff, and said angrily:

"Come on, come on!"

In a blink of an eye, the high priest was surrounded.

However, even if he was seriously injured, he couldn't exert his strength just now.

However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

The disciples of the Dao League who surrounded him still couldn't get close to him, and they all fell down and died.

Seeing this, Nan Chen struggled to stand up:

"Master, I can still fight!"

Seeing Nan Chen's determined appearance, Uncle Jiu nodded:

"Okay, Wei Dao is healthy, Wei Dao is dead."

Nanchen, Qiusheng Wencai, Shangguan Ronghui, and Xiaoyu all gave a "huh".

Taoist Priest Four Eyes, Priest Qianhe, Master Yixiu, Ma Madi.

Jiale Qingqing, Ahao Aqiang, etc. all exuded high fighting spirit.

Everyone, with the determination to die, wants to have a final battle with the high priest of Qijuemen.

"kill!"

Uncle Jiu roared.

Nan Chen and the others rushed over again.

This is the final charge, facing the terrifying existence with the eighth heaven.

I don't know if I will die.

But they knew that Daomeng would win.

The demon will definitely be defeated.

The high priest went berserk and kept killing.

Daoist monks suffered countless casualties.

Nan Chen, Jiu Shu and others entered the battle circle.