In the main hall.

Uncle Jiu, who heard the sound of fighting, did not rush to support him. Instead, he said to the female dean who was following him: "Director, can you please go out?"

Female Dean: "???"

"The sword has no eyes, I am afraid of hurting the innocent. I believe you can understand?" Uncle Jiu said, biting his finger and stretching out his hand to touch the copper coin sword. The short sword suddenly shone with bright golden light, floating beside him.

After a deep look at the copper coin sword, the female dean stopped showing off and turned around and left the main hall.

After she left, Uncle Jiu turned toward a wall depicting the mural. He waved his hand and the copper coin sword floating in the air suddenly turned into golden light and rushed towards a missionary in the mural who was crawling at the feet of the Holy Spirit.

"Bang!"

Just as the copper coin sword was about to pierce into the mural, a white light suddenly appeared from the mural, and a long cross sword stretched out from the white light, and a sword knocked the copper coin sword flying.

"All of them are people in the practice, why bother to force each other?" As the birdman walked out of the mural, the white light instantly dissipated invisible.

"Cultivation does not matter in terms of region, but monks have the idea of ​​family and country." Uncle Jiu said solemnly: "You Westerners come to China to preach the mission, and I can't stop you, but if you harm my compatriots under the name of mission, I care whether you are a god or a ghost. If you see a god and kill a god, and encounter a ghost, you will never tolerate it."

"That's nothing to discuss?" Birdman waved his cross sword and asked condescendingly.

Uncle Jiu pinched the sword technique with his hands, and the copper coin sword that was knocked to the distance flew fast again, stabbed the birdman in the face, and gave an answer with his actions.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The birdman held a cross sword in his hand and focused on blocking the copper coin sword that was attacking from all directions. He only had the ability to resist, but had no power to fight back.

He lost one wing, let alone fighting against Uncle Jiu and his disciples, he was killed by him just by Uncle Jiu himself.

Outside the hall, the female dean looked inside. After seeing the bird man who was fighting with Uncle Jiu, she immediately widened her eyes and shouted: "Father Qi?"

When the birdman heard her voice, a hint of joy flashed across his face and shouted loudly: "Child, come here quickly, I need your help."

"Director, don't listen to his nonsense. Father Qi is dead. It's just an evil spirit." Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice.

"Child, am I a hero or an evil spirit? I believe you have your own judgment. Don't listen to this pagan bewitching. Go and get the Bible quickly, I can't hold on." The birdman shouted.

The female dean was at a loss and was in a dilemma, and she didn't know who should listen to for a moment.

Logically speaking, she should obey Father Qi's instructions, but Master Lin has helped them more than once. If she helped Father Qi deal with Master Lin, wouldn't she be kind to revenge?

The female dean's heart trembled, and her half-life faith made her quickly make her choose. She turned around and ran back to her room, hurried back with a thick Bible, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Father Qi, what do I do next?"

"Open the Bible, bite your finger, drop blood on it, and start chanting from the beginning." The birdman instructed him.

"Don't listen to him." Uncle Jiu hurriedly said, "Dean, be more aware, he is lying to you to offer sacrifices, you will die."

"If you don't understand, don't speak loudly." The birdman said sternly.
Chapter completed!