Xuan Huan: Disciple Slow Down, The Master Can't Stand It Anymore

The Hua 'an Temple had been in Nichun County for dozens of years. Which madman would dare to come to their door and make a ruckus?

Looking at this young man who seemed like a mortal without any cultivation, his luxurious clothes, his extraordinary appearance, and the fact that he could easily resist the array formation that he had set up inside and outside the temple to instill reverence in others, it was clear that he had an extraordinary background.

But even if he had an extraordinary background, he still had to admit his mistake to a proper Aurous Core stage cultivator!

"An Aurous Core stage ancestor!" Outside the palace, Yan Taizhen and the other two girls were extremely shocked.

His mind was completely blank.

An Aurous Core stage ancestor.

This kind of existence actually appeared in front of them, in the palace that they were about to offend!

To be honest.

With their knowledge, they had only heard of Aurous Core stage ancestors, but had never seen one.

After all, they were only outer path cultivators from small sects. They all lived in the wilderness, struggling at death's door. As soon as they entered a county or state capital, they had to carefully tuck their tails between their legs, afraid that they would be discovered by the Righteous Path.

That's right, the Righteous Path.

The righteous path, which controlled the county and state capitals, could harvest mortals ten times more efficiently than the heretics.

Therefore, the Righteous Path's strength was superior to the outer path cultivators.

Although the Righteous Path was particular about small streams flowing, it seemed that the cultivation speed of the cultivators at the bottom was not as fast as the outer path cultivators.

But after the middle stage, the quantity and quality of the Righteous Path cultivators were first class!

For example, now.

A mere three Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, facing an Aurous Core stage ancestor, were immediately dragged into the situation.

Whether it was Yan Taizhen, Xiao Jing Zhi, or Qi Mingying, they all sat on the ground, the sound of blame from the palace just now resounding in their ears. They felt that this world was like an illusion, real but not real. For a moment, their minds were empty.

They even had the feeling that they had forgotten who they were, and that they had once been cultivators.

"I don't want to go, mother. I don't want to go with these Hehuan Sect people." Yan Taizhen muttered to herself, her mature and beautiful face showing her grievance.

"The Fantasy Spirit Sect relied on these illusions to kill my entire family?" Xiao Jing Zhi also shook her head.

"Father, I don't want to be a Demon God!" Qi Mingying's face also showed signs of struggle.

Within the palace, Lorde was seated cross-legged on a lotus throne. A subtle smile appeared on his lips.

"You're Lord Lunde?"

Suddenly, an extremely loud voice resounded in the palace.

The sound was like a great bell.

With an aura that seemed to want to cleanse one's soul, it whistled and swept up a formless gale, appearing in the ears of Yan, Taizhen and the other two girls.

"This …" Xiao Jing Zhi gasped for breath and reacted first, "Illusion?"

Including Yan Taizhen and Qi Mingying, their faces were pale and they did not dare to speak.

Because they had just woken up.

Of course he knew what had happened to him.

Furthermore, he was already a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. But who would have thought that when faced with a genuine Golden Core Stage elder, he would be completely annihilated!

How could he not be afraid?

If it weren't for Zhao Sheng's shout, he would have fallen into the nightmare and died!

And this.

It was just a reproach from Lord Lunde!

"This is no longer something that Foundation Establishment and Xudan Stage cultivators can interfere with!" The three girls' eyes were full of fear.

"But … what about Zhao Sheng?" The three girls' eyes were also filled with worry.

Of course.

This worry was purely unnecessary.

Zhao Sheng raised his head and looked at the person who was floating in mid-air and sitting high on the lotus throne. His eyes were very clear, and he wasn't affected by the illusion at all.

"Hmm?" Lorde was also very puzzled, "You still can't see his cultivation?"

Because in his perception, this rude young man was just an ordinary person.

But the problem was, how could an ordinary person resist his illusion?

Looking at the three beautiful concubines outside, they were all Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators.

In an ordinary sect, he could be considered an elder.

Could they just casually follow behind an annoying person?

As for the Origin Pill Sect, they directly reported their background, which was quite shocking.

Although he had never heard of them.

But with such a cultivation, he couldn't see their true cultivation clearly. It was better to be a little more polite.

"Boom —"

But before Lorde could say anything more, a dazzling white light instantly appeared.

It was as fast as a shooting star.

It was heading straight for him at a terrifying speed in the blink of an eye!

"I'm looking for you, evil demon!"

Zhao Sheng's face had completely darkened at this time, and his eyes were extremely cold, "The demons in this county, it was indeed you who did it!"

Because Zhao Sheng saw it.

He saw countless golden lines hanging down from the palace, on the golden wheel behind Lord Lunde, and then drops of golden liquid dripped down.

Then it gathered on the lotus throne below Lunde.

It emitted a faint golden light!

"Boom —"

As he spoke, Zhao Sheng waved his fist again, and a white, scorching Xiantian True Qi blasted out again!

And that cold and scorching divine flame had also taken shape!

"You!" Lord Longde let out a startled cry.

Immediately, the white divine flame began to burn. It had already burned him, the lotus throne, and the golden wheel behind him.

The white divine flame even began to burn in all directions, igniting the magnificent palace. Countless pagodas and magnificent beams, including the countless ornaments hanging on the walls, were all burning with white divine flame.

The entire palace had sunk into a sea of fire!

"Fellow Daoist!

I haven't offended you!

Why are you making an enemy of this poor monk! "

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the main hall.

For a moment, it actually suppressed the white divine flame and stopped burning.

Lord Lunde appeared, holding a long string of prayer beads in his hand, his expression sullen.

"I respect you as a descendant of the orthodox path, and I had good intentions to communicate with you. I didn't blame you for being rude first. Why are you attacking me now? Could it be that this poor monk has offended you in some way?"

In fact, this was also what Lunde, the monk, was puzzled about.

He had originally wanted to punish him a little, and then talk nicely to improve their relationship.

In the end, this person had attacked him like a boor.

It was as if they were mortal enemies.

How could Lunde, the monk, not be angry and frustrated, but also confused?

"If I've offended you in some way, why don't you explain it properly? This poor monk has been here for forty-five years, and can still be considered to have a say. Why don't we communicate properly? Why do you have to get physical and hurt the harmony between the orthodox path?"

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