Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

The farmer, no longer daring to haggle, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to Long Dongce.

"Your wish will be granted."

Hearing the farmer's smile, Long Dongce smiled slightly, and then a cloth bag appeared in front of the farmer.

"go away!"

Just as the farmer was about to pick up the cloth bag, a soldier walked over and kicked the farmer away.

"grown ups!"

The soldier picked up the money bag in front of the farmer and handed it to the officer.

The officer took the money bag and eagerly opened it.

Then, gleaming silver dollars appeared before him.

He randomly picked out two silver dollars and bit them with his teeth, leaving two dents on them.

"it is true!"

The officer's face lit up with joy as he looked at the silver coins in his hand.

"Can gods really grant any wish?"

The officer, clutching two silver dollars in his palm, spoke with extreme excitement.

"If you say so, then it is."

Long Dongce smiled but did not answer the question directly.

He's not a real god, how could he possibly grant every wish?

The officer wasn't stupid; he roughly understood the meaning behind Long Dongce's wish.

"God, I want all the gold and silver treasures in this tomb!"

The officer then directly stated his wish.

"Your wish will be granted."

Long Dongce smiled slightly, waved his arm, and boxes appeared one after another in the tomb.

Crunch!

The officer excitedly opened a box and found it full of gold and silver jewelry.

"quick."

"Make a wish."

"Let me be the emperor."

"Otherwise, I'll shoot you dead!"

The officer stared at one of the laborers with bloodshot eyes.

"Sir, spare my life."

With a gun pointed at him, the farmer's legs went weak and he knelt down.

"Then why don't you make a wish!"

The officer gripped his pistol tightly and growled in a low voice.

"Immortal, I want this man to be the emperor!"

"Let this man be emperor!"

The farmer, with a gun pointed at him, knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

"You too!"

"quick!"

Seeing the farmer's shouts, the officer grinned, then turned his gun around and addressed everyone.

Boom!

Just as the officer was making a wish inside the Empress Dowager's tomb, the sky outside the tomb began to change.

A violent thunderstorm gathered in the sky, with strands of electricity intertwined.

In the distance, a portal appeared in the sky.

What did they do inside the tomb?

Seeing the dramatic change in the world, everyone outside had a drastic change in expression.

The extreme pressure made them unable to lift their heads.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap exploded, and several figures vaguely appeared in the portal in the sky.

"Wahaha!"

"I am immortal!"

A hateful voice exploded amidst the thunder.

The outer shell of Empress Dowager Cixi's tomb was blown open.

A surge of resentment erupted from the cemetery.

"You monster, how dare you!"

A massive Yin-Yang symbol appeared, pressing down directly on the ferocious figure.

Roar!

Just then, from the other side of Empress Dowager Cixi's tomb, a resentful aura appeared.

It was indeed Xuan Kui, whom Wuming had previously allowed Yang Feiyun to raise freely.

Boom!

The three collided, and a huge white light exploded in the air.

A boundless hatred echoed in the air.

"Fellow Daoists, let's attack together!"

Seeing the crimson mist rising in the air, Shi Jian, the senior disciple of Maoshan, immediately jumped out.

His hands crackled with lightning as he charged straight at the two ferocious figures in the air.

"Brother, be careful!"

Seeing Shi Jian go up, the other Maoshan juniors also rushed up one after another.

"Young people are still too impulsive."

Seeing Shi Jian and his group appear, the other sects also chose to show up.

Putting everything else aside, let's deal with these two monsters first!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 189 The World Really Begins to Change

"Thunder Fist!"

Shi Jian, who was the first to rush out, rubbed his hands together, and a huge ball of lightning appeared between his hands.

With a push forward, the lightning ball slowly rushed towards the two violent figures in the air.

Thunder roared, as if a god had descended to earth!

"As expected of a top disciple of Maoshan, he has already mastered the art of thunder magic to such an extent."

Upon arriving at the scene, Zuo Ruotong looked at the lightning magic that Shi Jian was using and couldn't help but nod slightly.

This junior has already forged his own path in the art of thunder magic.

Judging from the rolling wood energy contained in its thunder magic, it seems to be using wood elements to enter thunder.

"Jia Wood Thunder Technique".

Upon hearing Zuo Ruotong's words, a Maoshan elder accompanying him stroked his beard and said with satisfaction.

“Shi Jian is also exceptionally talented in our Maoshan ancestral temple.”

"Haha, if the Celestial Master were here too, let Jian'er have a go at his thunder magic from Longhu Mountain."

The Taoist priest from Maoshan grinned.

"Hmph, you want to compete with my Dragon Tiger Mountain in thunder magic?"

"Let's deal with Shenxiao's thunder magic first."

A deep voice rang out; it was Zhang Jingqing, the old celestial master in the air.

"Old Master."

Upon seeing the appearance of the Celestial Master, everyone bowed and paid their respects.