The immortal soul old man, ten thousand people are unwilling to give in!
Due to his active favoritism, the one hundred and fifty Xuanqing Taoist disciples still ended up running away.
This made the old man Xianhun lose his face and even make him want to die from shame and anger.
He used to be so arrogant in front of Luo Fu, but now he is so embarrassed.
But even if ten thousand people are unwilling to give in, the situation is over and they can only surrender!
"Go ahead and run for your life."
"In this battle, my Xuanqing Taoist sect was defeated, completely defeated."
Saying these words seemed to have drained all the strength out of the immortal soul old man.
He weakly waved his sleeves and opened the temple door.
The disheartened old man of immortal soul, already in despair, floated towards the statue where he belonged, trying to hide in it like a disgraced loser.
He no longer had the face to face Luo Fu.
It's embarrassing, and all the eight million years of old foundation have been lost.
He even lost the courage to look at Luo Fu.
On the other side, Lu Nan and his party didn't even care about the etiquette of saying goodbye to their ancestors, and rushed towards the door in a swarm.
But the next moment, these one hundred and fifty people were collectively blocked in the corridor.
The door of the temple was tightly closed, but it was opened somewhere.
"Ancestor? What does this mean!?"
"Why don't you let this junior go?"
Lu Nan was frightened and returned to the dojo, exclaiming.
"What?" The old man Xianhun heard Lu Nan exclaim just before he was about to hide in the sculpture.
He turned back quickly and frowned carefully.
Then, an expression of disbelief appeared on an old face.
He directed his surprised gaze at Luo Fu.
At this moment, Luo Fu looked like he was fine, with a smile on his lips, and was still practicing steadily.
"You!?" The old man Xianhun pointed at Luo Fu: "When did you...tamper with the barrier restrictions of the temple!?"
No need to ask.
You can guess with your toes that the only person who can change the restriction is Luo Fu.
Lu Nan became anxious and shouted: "Ancestor, please try again, ancestor!"
"If we allow this son to continue to improve his cultivation, even if we escape, we will be hunted down by him."
The immortal soul old man gritted his teeth and waved his sleeves again.
Boom!
The gate of the temple struggled a few times, but it still didn't move at all!
The old man Xianhun's eyes widened in shock, and a pair of eyeballs were about to fall off.
He couldn't believe it!
As the guardian of the ceremony, he was actually taken away from control of the temple by Luo Fu?
Luo Fu still didn't open his eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Escape, can you escape?"
The old man of Xianhun was furious and pointed at Luo Fu: "You must have done it when you broke the barrier of the wordless stone tablet!"
"You damn little beast, how dare you take away control of the old temple and how dare you desecrate the Lingtian Temple!"
"Do you know what crime you have committed!"
Luo Fu smiled, not even interested in talking to him.
Lu Nan was anxious: "Ancestor, think of a solution quickly! This is the temple you protect, and you will definitely be able to regain control!"
The immortal soul old man was also anxious and shouted at Lu Nan: "Shut up, you evil beast who deserves death!"
"If it weren't for you, how could this old man end up like this!"
Lu Nan was disappointed and laughed: "Ha, ancestor? Guardian?"
"I can't even protect my juniors from the same sect!"
"Even your spiritual energy has been taken away by outsiders. Who do you think you are, the ancestor of the Xuanqing Dao Sect!"
The old man of Xianhun puffed his beard and glared angrily: "Wow, that's great! The good disciples trained by Xuanqing Taoist Sect dare to insult the ancestors!"
"If this old man hadn't only had his immortal soul left, how would you have survived!"
Lu Nan was furious: "You have one ancestor without him. As the guardian of the temple, even control has been taken away. Do you have the nerve to teach us a lesson?"
One hundred and forty-nine people also rushed out of the corridor, pointed at the immortal soul old man, and yelled curses.
"Ancestor? I'm going to lose my life, why do you still respect his ancestors?"
"You old bitch, since I'm about to die, I'm going to scold you!"
puff!
The immortal soul old man turned his back to the sky and spat out a mouthful of "blood" that did not exist.
Facing the threat of death, all morals and ethics are vulnerable.
A good dog-eating-dog show was performed in the Lingtian Temple.
Luo Fu and Murong Yan watched with cold eyes and just focused on their own cultivation.
Less than half an hour later.
Both sides are tired of scolding.
The temple and the dojo fell into a deathly silence.
One hundred and fifty monks, huddled in a corner in a decadent group, said nothing.
The old man of Immortal Soul has been trying to regain control of the temple.
But no matter how he checked the formation, he was disappointed.
This so-called formation that destroyed the temple was not destroyed at all.
Instead, it was tampered with by a more sophisticated method.
Four days later.
When the realm advanced, the roaring sound of the avenue sounded twice in the dojo.
Luo Fu, step into it, and the palace god will be perfect!
Its level-crossing limit has even reached the terrifying eighth level of Void Refining!
At the same time, Murong Yan also advanced and reached the third level of God Refining!
Refining the third level of God is an elusive dream for Lu Nan and others.
However, the acquisition of the ninth-level magic given by Luo Fu gave her the ability to transcend levels of the thirteenth minor realm.
He has surpassed the limit and reached the sixth level of Void Refining.
She is now on par with Lu Zifeng of the past.
At this time.
The martial arts formation is closed.
Half an hour later.
Everyone will be spit out of the Lingtian Temple.
This half hour is the final deadline for the decisive battle.
Everyone in Lu Nan roared angrily: "If we fight hard, even if we die, we will leave a scar on Luo Fu's body!"
"Brothers, come on!"
One hundred and fifty people raised their hands high and released a torrential amount of demonic energy!
The demonic energy fills the sky, forming a billowing demonic cloud!
From the bottom of the magic cloud, there is a huge thing that is about to land.
But this time.
One handle, which skyrocketed to a height of 1,800 feet, suddenly slashed down!
When Luo Fu was promoted to the Great Perfection of the Palace God, the twelve thousand small sword lights in his Nine Heavens Slaying God Sword Formation grew again.
The sky-high sword light after the merger skyrocketed from 1,500 feet to 1,800 feet!
The terrifying huge sword light slashed into the enemy crowd with the force of splitting mountains.
boom!
Jianfeng, landing!
The terrifying sword power exploded in the crowd.
With just one sword strike, one hundred and thirty-two Xuanqing Taoist disciples were crushed to pieces by the power of the sword!
The demonic cloud in the sky disappeared before even the demonic capital had time to condense into shape!
Among the eighteen people who survived, Lu Nan was covered in blood, and his bones were exposed in many places.
He crawled towards Luo Fu with difficulty in a pool of blood.
"Ahem..." Lu Nan kept coughing up blood as he crawled.
Luo Fu's pair of starry eyes stared at Lu Nan indifferently, and said calmly: "In front of me now, you don't even have a chance to use your skills."
"Ahem..."
Seriously injured, Lu Nan only climbed out seven steps before exhausting her last strength.
He helplessly stretched out his palms to Luo Fu and begged: "Luo Fu... Luo Fu, please spare my life."
"I, I know I was wrong."
"I, Lu Nan, swear to God that I will leave the Xuanqing Taoist Sect and swear allegiance to the Penglai Divine Sect to the death..."
No dignity!
Such an unsightly scene made the old man Xianhun even ashamed to look at it, and he subconsciously turned his head away.
It's so embarrassing and so disgraceful!
Luo Fu looked down at Lu Nan: "You are not qualified."
After saying this, the sky-high sword light was decisively slashed down!
boom!
The last eighteen people didn't even have a chance to cry out, and were crushed into powder by the terrifying sword power.
One hundred and fifty Xuanqing Taoist monks died collectively!
Lingtian Temple has restored its former tranquility.
Luo Fu turned around and shot an indifferent gaze at the old man Xianhun: "I told you, you will regret it."
The immortal soul old man was like an eggplant beaten by frost. He had lost all his armor and was in a miserable state. He shook his head bitterly: "Old man, I admit defeat."
"Luo Fu, you win."
After saying this, the old man with a fairy soul floated towards his sculpture as if he had lost his soul.
But behind him, a cold word came.
"Are you thinking too much?"
"Do you think you can leave safely?"
The old man Xianhun shuddered and turned his head sharply.
A pair of turbid old eyes suddenly became cold and sinister, and he shouted sternly: "Oh? What else can you do to me?"
Luo Fu's tone was calm and he said unhurriedly: "If you offend me, you will have to pay the price of making you regret it."
"You blatantly violated your duties as a guardian, so you don't need to be a guardian anymore."
"What do you want!" the immortal soul old man asked sternly.
Luo Fu said calmly: "I dug up your fairy tree, destroyed your temple, and destroyed your fairy soul!"
This tone is so domineering that there is no doubt about it!
The immortal soul old man was shocked by Luo Fu's arrogance and was stunned for a while.
Then, the old man showed a look of ecstasy and laughed: "Hahahaha, Luo Fu, do you know that your remarks have threatened Lingtian Temple!"
"With just these words of yours, I, old man, will have the opportunity to ask the Lord for help!"
After saying this, the old man Xianhun raised his fists to the sky and shouted: "Lord, there are arrogant people who intend to destroy the Lingtian Temple!"
"I beg you, Lord, for the divine frame to come!"
The words fell at the same time!
Buzz! Buzz!
In the entire Lingtian Temple, there are scenes of divine light shining!
The divine light that filled the sky quickly gathered in the same direction.
In an instant.
The divine light is condensed.
A transparent figure appeared in mid-air in the dojo.
That was the appearance of a middle-aged man with long hair shawl and an arrogant appearance.
This man's eyes are like stars and he is wearing a bright moon Taoist robe.
His whole body was covered with a thin layer of divine light.
When this person appeared, it seemed as if even the air was frozen!
"God... God!" Murong Yan, who was once the reincarnation of the Immortal Emperor, immediately retreated in panic.
A pair of beautiful eyes looking at the man were full of fear.
"The soul of the true god! He is definitely the complete soul!"
"Oh my God, there is actually such a soul hidden in this Lingtian Temple!"
Murong Yan was rarely frightened, and even her voice trembled.
That was because she, as a true immortal, was naturally afraid of higher-level true gods!
Mid-air.
The soul of the true god slowly shifted his gaze downwards.
The majesty that is arrogant and cannot be blasphemed is filled with a tone of disdain for the common people.
"Who is so presumptuous and dares to be disrespectful to Lingtian Temple?"
The immortal soul old man had already prostrated on the ground and buried his old face into the ground.
After hearing the inquiry, he suddenly raised his head, with a ferocious expression hiding a sneer, and pointed at Luo Fu: "It's this guy!"
The soul of the true god rested its gaze on Luo Fu and said calmly: "It's you."
Luo Fu, however, had no expression on his face, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "It's me."
The Soul of the True God said: "You can know the sin."
The immortal soul old man laughed wildly and said: "Luo Fu, do you know who my Lord is!"
"If I tell you his old man's name, I'm afraid it will scare you out of your wits!"
