\nWhen Tao Qin said this, Feng Yin naturally started targeting her. He hated the talkative Daoist priest. He not only killed her but also slaughtered his way to the Daoist temple, massacring the annoying exorcists in Mt. Mao.
In her heart, Ning Shu pondered how to exterminate Feng Yin.
She was sure to have to destroy him anyway, which was her task.
Feng Yin’s strength was so great that no one could control him. In his eyes, Song Xihan was the only one. As long as someone even damaged her hair, whether it was a person or a ghost, all of them would be destroyed.
Feng Yin’s body was stained with a lot of karma. It didn’t matter whether the person he killed was good or bad. He determined right or wrong using Song Xihan as his basis for reason. He really felt that he was strong and had no scruples.
“This is the Daoist master who saved you. Quickly thank her,” said Xie Weiming.
Although Xie Yiyuan had some doubts, he remembered that he had been confused for a long time and didn’t know anything. Over a month had already passed, and he had no recollection of it.