I Have Nine Queen Sisters

"He's dead!"

"Don't this young man in white know the mysterious power of the [Thirty Thousand Saints, God and Buddha Temple]?"

"Even if a saint comes in person, he will not dare to be disrespectful to the old man of the road, because he controls the magical power of the 30,000 saints' golden bodies!"

"It's over, it's a pity that these nine fairies are going to be buried with him."

The cultivators shook their heads and sighed. No one was optimistic about Wang Chen. They watched Wang Chen with a calm expression and strode into the ancestral hall with nine maids.

Chic Langjun, are you going to die?

Why are you so elegant, Mount Tai collapsed in front of you without changing color!

No one knew, many practitioners looked at each other, and they all saw the shock and confusion in each other's eyes, as well as curiosity.

"Come on, let's go in and have a look!"

"Look how that kid died!"

Someone smiled and took the lead into the ancestral hall, not far behind Wang Chen, and most of the practitioners rushed into the ancestral hall with a bang.

In the ancestral hall, in the center, the seated statue of Saint Daleiyin is enshrined, with slightly drooping eyelids and a small smile on his lips.

After that, a full 30,000 golden statues of saints were lined up one after another, endless, and the brilliance bloomed. If it were not suppressed by the formation of the temples and ancestral halls, I am afraid that this avenue vision would rush out of the sky!

The temple is filled with cigarettes, and pilgrims burn incense and worship Buddha in an endless stream.

Many practitioners knelt down on the ground, and all of them worshiped the saint's golden body with incomparable piety, greedily absorbing the sultry aura of the saint's golden body.

"I can't see that you juniors are still a little daring, and dare to come in!"

The old man Dao flashed and appeared in front of Wang Chen and others, sneering.

Although the old Daoist at this time was wearing a simple Taoist robe, he had already covered his body with the glow of the rays of the sun, and the power of the endless sage's supernatural powers blessed this rotten and old body.

The power of qi and blood in the old man's body is so surging, it can almost arouse the discomfort of the low-level practitioners around him, causing them to turn red, their blood vessels are restless, and their hearts are about to explode!

OMG!

What terrifying blood is this!

This is the breath and strength that a saint has!

The divine powers of the 30,000 saints' golden bodies actually allowed the old man of Dao to cross two realms in a row with the strength of the supreme realm and directly enter the realm of saints!

"Old Daoist is here!"

"These juniors are dead!"

Many cultivators exclaimed, their faces pale, unable to withstand the terrifying power of blood roaring in the old man's body, and they retreated one after another, letting Wang Chen and others to the front, facing the pressure of the old man on the road.

"You old man, don't be presumptuous!"

Tianxiang snorted, the sword was already in her hand, and her pretty face was full of serious vigilance. She and her sisters took out their innate spiritual treasures and protected Wang Chen beside him.

"What did you say, girl, I'm presumptuous?"

The old man on the road smiled coldly, squinted his eyes slightly, and swept the spiritual treasures in the hands of several women, revealing a greedy look: "I'm afraid you don't know where this place is? I am the Taoist here!"

"The younger generation dared to speak disrespectfully to the ancestral temple before, it was a big sin! Even if I killed you all!"

"However, if you can sincerely kneel and kowtow in front of the thirty thousand saints, admit your mistakes, and hand over the innate spiritual treasures in your hands as incense donations, I might consider leaving a whole corpse for you."

The old man threw his sleeves and hands and said proudly.

Not only did he want to kill people to vent his anger, he also wanted to steal treasures!

This is really a shameless old man!

"You dare to make us kneel!"

Guo Se was furious, pointed at the old man on the road and shouted, "You know our identity!"

"Kneel or not!"

The old man on the road sneered and shouted violently, the monstrous blood and energy burst out, the shocking female bodies swayed, and their faces turned pale.

The gap between the ancient fairyland and the saintland is too big.

Under the endless starry sky, one realm is one gap, especially the saint realm.

Under the saints, they are all ants!

This sentence is not just talk, but a fact recognized by hundreds of millions of practitioners under the endless starry sky!

"Humph."

The nine girls snorted, headed by Tianxiang, who would not retreat, but also protect the young master.

The dignity of the status of the young master of the Nine Heavens Realm cannot be tolerated by anyone!

We must not let this immortal hurt the young master!

"Huh? I don't see it, you guys really feel bad for this kid."

The old man sneered and waved his sleeves, the monstrous blood and holy energy erupted, and the nine girls couldn't help but retreat backwards, unable to resist the magical powers of the 30,000 saints.

Wang Chen, who was exposed in front of the old man Dao, still had a calm expression. He gently shook the folding fan and squinted at the seated statue of Saint Daleiyin at the front.

"Boy, kneel down for me! Otherwise, I will let you know the gap between mortals and saints!"

The old man on the road sneered and took a step forward, the pressure of the monstrous blood was even worse!

This man is vicious, and even knowing that Wang Chen is a mortal, he still uses the coercion of a saint to persecute him.

"It's over, he's dead!"

The cultivators around him turned pale, as if they saw Wang Chen's miserable appearance under the mighty power of the saint's golden body.

However.

so easy.

Wang Chen was still shaking the folding fan gently, as if he didn't realize it, he was still looking at the golden body of the saint with a smile on his lips.

The old man on the road frowned, this guy is obviously a mortal, how can there be no reaction to his sage coercion?

Why is he alright!

"you......"

Wang Chen smiled suddenly, turned around, and looked at the old man Dao, with a bit of chill in his deep eyes: "You, let me kneel on thirty thousand saints?"

"Not bad! Kneel, and you will live! If you don't kneel, you will die!"

The old man said proudly.

"Ha ha."

Wang Chen shook his head and chuckled.

"Snapped!"

Folding fan closed.

Wearing a white robe, Wang Chen stood alone and coldly in front of the golden statue of thirty thousand saints, gods and Buddhas, smiling and smiling, and said lightly:

"them?"

"saint?"

"Not worthy!"

(PS: Next chapter, big climax!!!)*