Nanchen stood behind him, and no one noticed him.

He just watched silently.

He knew how shameless and vicious the Fusang people were.

This nation is full of genes for invasion.

Whether it is his world or this two-dimensional world.

Their nature has never changed. They are cruel by nature and like to abuse and kill others.

If it falls into our hands, we naturally cannot make them feel better.

They are the demons walking on earth...

The soul refining furnace has been laid out.

Taoist Master Yongming spoke again:

"I wonder which fellow Taoist is willing to come up and impose a culprit on these demons?"

When everyone below heard this, they raised their hands:

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"They abused my sister, and I want to castrate them!"

"Fuson Onmyoji killed my whole family and let me do it."

"These dogs, I slaughtered our fishing village, asked me to kill them, and pay tribute to the villagers..."

“…”

Although Nanchen was a loser in his previous life, he also had patriotism.

I have no favoritism for the Fusang people.

Hearing Taoist Yongming's words, he was ready to raise his hand and volunteer.

Unexpectedly, everyone present was like this.

And their experiences are not good.

Many of them have been directly hurt by these Fusang people, and they can be said to be deeply disgusted with them.

Finally, Taoist Priest Yongming invited the fellow Taoist who was raped by his sister and killed in the family.

This fellow Taoist is a disciple of Feiyu Sect.

Because of his experience going out, Feiyumen was killed by Jiuju and his sect, he woke up and escaped.

When he returned home, he saw that the whole family was dead and his sister was in disarray, so he told him everything.

In the end, he committed suicide due to chastity absent.

Therefore, this disciple of Feiyu Sect hated Fusang Onmyoji to the core.

As soon as this guy came on stage, he exuded a strong murderous intent all over his body.

The sword shook, the sword was unsheathed, and a target was found.

"Brother Shan, don't let him die so quickly."

"Brother Shan, let them die slowly."

"Brother Shan, let these Onmyoji taste the bitterness..."

“…”

The crowd was excited.

The Fusang man, who was regarded as his target, was still mocking him.

"Yoxi, come and kill me! Tear the sword in my chest, come!"

Damn, she looks like she is not afraid of death.

This disciple of Feiyu Sect smiled coldly.

"Die? It's not that easy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

The sword flashed.

"Swish" a sword.

It is not very powerful, and only a faint sword energy is shot out.

But the position where this sword energy hit was only two or three inches.

In an instant, blood flowed from the Fusang Onmyoji's crotch, and a fuzzy mass of blood fell into his crotch.

"Ah! Ah!"

Some places in Fusang have special culture and are not strong enough, so they actually have a strange worship of "this thing".

In the world of Nanchen, worship culture even emerged.

I hold activities on the street every year, which is very strange...

When the wake-up Onmyoji saw that his thing was gone, it was not only painful, but also psychological blows.

"I, I want, I want to kill you, Baga..."

When he woke up, he almost cried.

My legs were shaking and my hands were struggling, but it was useless.

"Brother Shan is doing well. This is the way to deal with these beasts."

Many of the female monks present did not feel cruel.

Instead, it feels very satisfying.

I don’t know how many good women in these people have poisoned and hurt them.

This is all retribution, and they will receive retribution before they die.

The disciples of Feiyu Sect still looked cold:

"This sword belongs to my sister.

Whoosh!

This sword belongs to my brother.

Whoosh!

This sword belongs to my mother.

Whoosh!

This sword belongs to my father.

Whoosh!

This sword belongs to my grandfather.”

Five consecutive swords, the Fusang Onmyoji's hands and feet, as well as the key points of the crotch were all cut down.

At this moment, he was cut into a stick.

But the other party is a cultivator and his body is far stronger than that of ordinary people.

He was not dead yet, but now he fell to the ground, screaming and in pain.

I was still shouting just now, but now I feel the pain.

I finally understood what life is worse than death.

"Kill! Kill me!"

"Hmph! Just slowly die of blood in the torture..."

The disciple of Feiyu Sect spoke and put away his long sword directly.

No more glances at each other.

Instead, he knelt on the high platform and kowtowed three times to the east:

"Grandpa, parents, younger brothers and sisters, Shan Yu swears that as long as he is still alive, he will fight with these Fusang demons to the end and use their blood to pay tribute to your souls..."

After saying that, he kowtowed a few more times.

Everyone below was moved after hearing the words of Feiyumen Shanyu.

At the same time, I became even more hated by these Fusang Onmyoji.

And the man was dying after a while of wailing.

No one stopped him from bleeding, and there was a large area of ​​knife wounds.

Soon, I lived through blood loss and felt so painful.
To be continued...