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"inappropriate."

Wenchenggong Liu Bowen immediately responded, "Master, this Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost, and should be under the jurisdiction of the underworld. Please follow me back to the City God Temple, and let me use incense and vows to cleanse her foul aura."

"Why worry about such a small matter, Senior? It would be better for me to take this girl back to Wuji Palace. We can easily resolve the karma."

"That's not right. Miss Nie, it's better for you to go to my Jinshan Temple..."

All the sect leaders and elders who came to their senses began to invite Nie Xiaoqian to visit their sects.

There was no chance for Nie Xiaoqian, the person involved, to interrupt at all.

Seeing this, Yan Chixia gritted his teeth in anger.

He realized that this group of enlightened masters were not trying to help Nie Xiaoqian eliminate her karma, but were clearly using it as an excuse to take her away so that they could dig out the secret of Tianzun from her.

Since he couldn't see the Heavenly Lord, he wanted to start with the Heavenly Lord's maid.

Shameless!

A bunch of old yinbi!

Fortunately, Yan Chixia was not isolated and helpless.

Among the many monks, there are some who care about their reputation.

"Oh. You guys are making a good plan. When the Heavenly Lord is not around, you want to bully the maids, right? I feel ashamed for you!"

Li Chunfeng, the great elder of Shushan Sect, couldn't stand it and laughed at everyone.

Most of these sword cultivators have hot tempers and are upright, and cannot tolerate such cunning tricks that bully the weak.

Yan Chixia looked at Li Chunfeng gratefully.

At critical moments, you can still rely on your own family.

Yan Chixia's skills were taught by an elder of the Shushan Sect. Although he was an unofficial disciple, he could be considered a disciple of the Shushan Sect if the number was rounded off.

The monks present blushed and dared not refute.

First, he was indeed in the wrong, and second, he was a senior Yangshen cultivator and was qualified to teach them, the younger generations.

"Amitabha. Elder Li is wrong. I am doing good deeds with all my heart, so how can that be considered as coercion? If we don't go to the Great Buddha Temple, I can also perform a spell here to help this female donor eliminate her karma."

The old monk from the Big Buddha Temple spoke calmly and without any shame or anger.

"Master Wukong is right. As the City God of the Imperial Capital, I am in charge of all the affairs of the underworld. Miss Nie's affairs are my responsibility."

Liu Bowen immediately responded, "Since you all want to help Miss Nie eliminate her karma, how about this official, Master Wukong, and Taoist Fellow Chunfeng perform a spell together?"

As soon as Liu Bowen said this, the monks immediately understood the meaning of his words and spoke up to agree with him.

"With three seniors presiding over the ritual, we are naturally relieved."

"Then I'll leave it to the three seniors."

"I hope that Senior will allow us to observe the Dharma Guardian."

The three Yangshen monks with the highest cultivation levels acted as representatives to "cast the spell" and later shared their "experiences" with everyone. Everyone could rest assured and the dispute was resolved in one go.

"Good, good. This method is very wonderful."

Old Monk Wukong looked at Li Chunfeng with a smile and asked, "What do you think, Elder Li?"

Li Chunfeng's face turned black.

Good job, old monk.

You are so good, Liu Bowen.

A good move is to retreat in order to advance.

Elder Li was in a dilemma. If he refused again, he would not only incur public wrath but also be unreasonable.

Li Chunfeng gave Yan Chixia a helpless look: [My dear disciple, I have no other choice. You can do whatever you want.]

Cold sweat broke out on Yan Chixia's forehead.

How to do?

In the current situation, all parties have reached a consensus that they want to cast a spell to get a confession from Nie Xiaoqian. He is just a Jindan cultivator and there is no way he can stop it.

Although the cultivators are afraid of Tianzun's power and are unlikely to harm Nie Xiaoqian's life, they are likely to torture her.

What if the Lord of Heaven knew about this, became furious, and started killing people?

Having followed Zhang Hong for so long, Yan Chixia knew that although Zhang Hong looked kind on the surface, he was actually very protective of his people and would kill anyone he disliked without hesitation.

Didn’t you see that as soon as Tianzun arrived in the capital, he killed thousands of corrupt officials and made countless heads roll.

These monks are just taking advantage of their large numbers and getting too bold. Do they really think that the Heavenly Venerable is someone who is easy to get along with?

【what to do? what to do? 】

"My fellow Taoists, please listen to me..."

Yan Chixia tried to persuade them anxiously, both openly and implicitly, but he could not persuade the monks who were determined to cause trouble.

In the crowd, Nie Xiaoqian looked pale.

Tightly locked by the powerful aura of three Yangshen cultivators and dozens of Jindan cultivators, she felt like a little white rabbit in a cage surrounded by a group of tigers, unable to move even if she wanted to escape.

[I’m sorry, Tianzun… Xiaoqian can only serve you in the next life…]

Nie Xiaoqian was filled with resentment. With her strong character, she was ready to blow up her soul. She would rather die than let Tianzun lose face.

At the critical moment, suddenly a vast and abyss-like divine thought descended into the Sitian Courtyard.

Sensing the familiar righteous energy in the divine consciousness, Nie Xiaoqian's face suddenly brightened and she gave up on self-destruction.

“Hahaha! It’s Tianzun! Tianzun has come out of seclusion!”

Yan Chixia's eyes lit up, his face was filled with joy, and he laughed out loud.

He was completely relieved, and folded his arms while looking at the monks present with a sneer. The tension and pressure just now disappeared in an instant.

However, the expressions of the leaders and elders of each sect changed drastically in an instant.

The old monk Wukong from the Big Buddha Temple, Liu Bowen, the City God of the Imperial Capital, and Li Chunfeng, the great elder of the Shushan School, all stood up from their seats at the same time, with extremely solemn expressions, and their figures flashed and appeared in the courtyard outside the Sitian Courtyard.

The three of them looked up at the sky.

Other leaders and elders followed closely and ran to the courtyard to check the situation.

Everyone could feel that from thousands of feet in the sky, there was an extremely powerful divine thought covering the entire capital city.

The master of the divine consciousness's attention was focused on Sitian Court and everyone present.

[What a strong divine consciousness... This kind of strength is definitely the legendary celestial realm! ]

Facing this divine thought again at close range without reservation, the three Yangshen cultivators Li Chunfeng, Wukong and Liu Bowen were extremely horrified.

They clearly sensed that the power of the master of divine consciousness was far greater than their own.

The three of them couldn't help but feel depressed. It seemed that their previous estimation of this Heavenly Lord was still too low.

They are not human immortals or earthly immortals at all; they are clearly true immortals from the upper realm who have descended to the earth!

"Then, what is that?!"

Suddenly, someone among the monks shouted.

His fingers pointed tremblingly toward the sky.

Everyone focused their attention and looked carefully, and then there was a loud bang in their minds, as if they were hit by a thunderbolt.

——In the thick clouds, a huge black shadow appeared, which kept sinking and landing, and enlarged in everyone's field of vision.

Finally, the huge black shadow broke through the clouds and revealed its shape, which turned out to be a huge mountain range stretching for dozens of miles!

It blocked out the sky and the sun, obscuring the entire capital city. This mountain flying in the air was almost bigger than the capital city.

Faced with the overwhelming situation, the people in the capital were instantly in an uproar.

Countless people were crying and shouting for their parents, trying to escape the disaster that was overwhelming them.

Many more people were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and begged and prayed, asking God to calm down.

The whole city was in chaos in an instant, with countless people hiding in corners, under tables and under beds, shivering and huddled together.

In Sitianyuan, the leaders and elders of various sects, who had been so high-spirited and aggressive just now, were now pale and sweating profusely.

The monks' eyes did not rest on the majestic and tall mountain, but were attracted by an inconspicuous white dot under the mountain, and their eyes were fixed firmly on that white dot.

It was a person, a fairy-like man dressed in white.