Accompanied by a loud bang and the dull sound of heavy objects falling.

The eldest prince of Zhentian Palace, the Emperor of Julu, was born as a fairy girl, and now Gai Hong, whose cultivation is at the peak of the fusion, fell to the ground hard.

At this moment, his eyes were crooked and his mouth was evil, and blood kept pouring out of his seven orifices. Fortunately, his background seemed to be deeper than Xu Qingsong and his condition was a little better than him.

Immediately afterwards, figures fell from the gimbal and hit each other one by one near Gaihong.

They are all geniuses from the Immortal Court and Immortal Palace, including Gai Yunnuo.

They endured the severe pain on their faces, stretched out their swollen eyes, and saw that the figure had left the Yuntai and walked towards the other monks.

Every time the other party takes a step, he arrives almost instantly. No matter what level of monk he faces, the white light shrouded in his body can resolve all means.

It was as if spiritual power became as fragile as tofu in front of this misty white light.

Now Fang Chen seems to have transformed into a war god who can be defeated in every way. The long sword in his hand has become a decoration, and a flesh palm has become the main means of attack.

No matter what level of monks, they can just slap them in the face.

In an instant, hundreds of monks from different backgrounds were killed and beaten to the same evil eyes as Gai Hong and others.

Xuantian Jing honestly transmitted the current scene to various places, and for a moment, all monks from all over the world fell into silence.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you think?"

Su Mo touched the injuries on his face, tried hard to calm down, and looked at the old man in Zhentian Palace.

The other party did not answer. First, he looked at Gai Hong and others. Seeing that although they were slapped in the face, they were not in danger of their lives, they were relieved.

Then he silently looked at the figure shrouded in white light:

"It should be the incense Taoist monks who descended from the gods. I have heard that some incense Taoist monks are a little unconscious. Although their cultivation is extremely high, they may all be crazy."

"The magical technique of the monks of the Incense Taoism is so magical? This son's true cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building..."

Su Mo murmured to himself.

"The magic technique I know is far less terrifying than that. It would be amazing to be able to improve a great realm.

But now this guy’s methods are far from us. Perhaps only Xuanxian can suppress it.”

Mr. Chen looked solemn: "I suspect that there is really a church ancestor behind him."

"No doubt."

Su Mo suddenly took out a messaging talisman and glanced at it, and said with a complicated expression:

"The Waste Garden mailed me and told me not to interfere in this matter and try not to conflict with this person again."

Waste courtyard!?

Mr. Chen's eyes changed slightly, and to a certain extent, the wasteland courtyard could represent the royal family of the Central Plains.

In the words of the Wilderness Courtyard, it means the royal family.

Even the royal family showed such an attitude, which further confirmed that his guess was correct. There was indeed the figure of the ancestor of the church in this matter!

"It seems... someone who has successfully transferred to the cultivation of Sanxian and became a member of the ancestors of the religion. I don't know whether this matter is good or bad for Zhongzhou."

Su Mo sighed softly: "Tell me, just such a small thing, but in the end the figure of the ancestor of the church is so unfair to both of you and me."

"injustice……"

Mr. Chen nodded silently.

However, this slap may have been rewarded by the ancestors of the church. Thinking of this, they felt a little more relieved.

In a pavilion, Zhao Kaihe stood in the same place with a stiff expression. The Nascent Soul colleagues around him had long been unable to get up, and the Golden Elixir Immortals were not spared and were slapped in the face.

"I... just drink tea here and see the scenery, and I have to do it with you..."

Zhao Kaikeng squeezed a strong smile on his face.

"That's a big deal!"

"Fang Chen" slapped Zhao Kaihe and then continued to walk towards the next target.

In a short period of time, hundreds of monks of different origins were slapped.

Fortunately, although it hurt a little, they had no worries about their lives. They looked at the "busy" figure with a complicated expression.

"Is he going to... beat all the monks in Chaoxian Mansion today?"

A fairy girl covered her swollen cheeks and said in a low voice.

Dozens of immortal seedlings, including Yang Qing from Jiulu Valley, Fang Ze from Yuchan Palace, Ding Wan from Baiyue Island, Dukong from Prajna Sect, etc., either knead their cheeks or covered their cheeks with spiritual power to relieve pain.

Yang Qing: "I am not in trouble today and I will come to Chaoxian Mansion. If there is such a lively life in the future, I will be a dog."

"Fortunately, he treated everyone equally. Today, it was not that I had lost my face, and those ancestors..."

Fang Ze quietly looked to the direction where Gai Hong and others were and whispered.

Everyone looked at each other and felt a little more uncomfortable.

The other party was indeed treated equally. Not only were they beaten, but Gai Hong and others were not spared.

Even Su Mo, the ancestor of Hedao period who was in charge of Chaoxian Mansion, was slapped in the face.

These middle-level and even upper-level cultivators were beaten, what did they calculate as a mere Golden Elixir Fairy Miao?

After some years, this incident was forgotten.

Time passed by minute by minute, and some monks were unwilling to suffer humiliation in Fang Chen's hands, trying to break through the surrounding thunder and lightning cage. As a result, when they were still a hundred feet away from the border of the cage, the spiritual barrier could no longer be held back, and their bodies were charred by electricity.

I don’t know how long it took, “Fang Chen” appeared in front of a beautiful figure, raised his hand and slapped it down.

"Criminal, you fight, I don't blame you."

Fairy Jade looked directly at Fang Chen: "You are just being controlled by others now, and all this has nothing to do with you."

"I'm very familiar with you!"

"Fang Chen" muttered and was about to hit him, but his palm fell into the air but stopped moving.

It seemed as if some invisible force was stopping him.

"Fang Chen" showed a struggle on his face, his expression suddenly became ferocious, and he laughed in a gloomy voice:

"It is easy to ask God to send God but hard to send God! If you invite me to wait, you still want to send me away? It's a fool!"

Fairy Jade said in surprise: "Criminal, have you heard me speak?"

She saw Fang Chen's pupils changing, sometimes completely black, sometimes gray and white, sometimes golden veins, sometimes flashing strange blue light.

A mottled blood appeared faintly on his wrist, trying to flow from his wrist to the little sword.

But in the end, the mottled blood stain returned to Fang Chen's body.

"Fang Chen" showed an evil smile on his face, and raised his hand and slapped it down!

The Jade Fairy couldn't hide her loss. She knew that the prince had just fought hard, but she failed and could not recover her mind.

She didn't hide or dodge, and looked at Fang Chen with gentle eyes, as if she didn't care about everything that was about to come.

Seeing that the slap was about to fall on her face, a force suddenly swept over and quickly retreated a hundred feet away with the Jade Fairy.

Fairy Jade looked stunned and found herself sitting at a tea stall on the street. An old man with white hair and beard sitting opposite her, quietly savoring the tea in her hand.

"Old thing!"

"Fang Chen" also came to the tea stall in an instant and stared at the old man with a gloomy face.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene. At this time, even the cultivators in the Hedao stage were beaten, and anyone dared to take action to anger the madman?

"Is this fellow Taoist!?"

Su Mo and Old Chen looked at each other, and a strange feeling surged in their hearts. They just felt that they had seen this old man somewhere, and they looked very familiar.
Chapter completed!