My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

That intense, masculine aura instantly enveloped her.

"You...how did you get here?"

Princess Gaoyang's voice was soft and gentle, no longer displaying her former arrogance.

Her cheeks instantly flushed a hot crimson, and she instinctively tried to struggle to get up.

"Just passing by."

Fang Yi'ai turned his face away, still with that cold and hard expression, his tone stiff as if he were reciting a text.

However, his ears, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, completely betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

Princess Gaoyang stopped struggling.

She bit her red lips and instead of pushing him away, she reached out and grabbed his black monk's robe tightly.

She pressed her cheek against that warm chest.

Listen to the wild, drum-like heartbeat coming from there.

Gao Yang's lips finally curled into a smile that was both relieved to have survived a disaster and sweet.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you two little kids."

Just as the atmosphere was gradually turning into a pink bubble.

The Blood Slaughter Ancestor at the entrance of the main hall could no longer stand it, and he knocked on the door frame with great dissatisfaction.

"What kind of behavior is this, hugging and cuddling in public? Can't you see the four of us old bachelors standing here?"

Fang Yi'ai froze, releasing his grip as if he had been electrocuted.

Princess Gaoyang was also filled with shame and indignation, and buried her face behind Fang Yi'ai, refusing to raise her head no matter what.

"Alright, let's ignore them."

The Arhat Subduing Dragon clenched his fist, and his knuckles made a popping sound like popping beans.

He strode towards the ruins of the monk Bianji with an air of indifference.

"His Highness the King of Qin has given the order: close the door and beat the dog; just leave it alive to search its soul."

In the ruins.

"An immortal?"

A mocking sneer curled at the corner of Li Chen's mouth.

He didn't waste any more words.

She extended her fair and slender right hand.

The five fingers are slightly bent.

"boom!"

A dazzling, radiant purple-gold divine lightning, imbued with a destructive aura of the Heavenly Dao, erupted instantly in Li Chen's palm!

Without any mercy, he grabbed the top of Bianji's head.

Ignoring the opponent's pitiful screams, the domineering and unparalleled divine sense directly and brutally pierced into the depths of Bianji's soul like a sharp knife!

The highest level of soul-searching technique!

As the purple-gold lightning continued to flash.

The Buddhist secrets that were sealed within Bianji's soul were forcibly torn open layer by layer by Li Chen, like peeling an onion.

The conspiracy at Xiaoleiyin Temple.

The fear of the Buddhas of the Three Worlds.

as well as……

Li Chen's brow suddenly twitched.

The mocking smile on his face vanished instantly.

An unprecedented solemnity flashed in those dark eyes.

"The Immortal Realm? Is the Buddha's Patriarch about to emerge from seclusion?"

Li Chen muttered to himself in a low voice.

He finally understood why the Buddhist kingdom had been hesitant to launch a full-scale invasion.

It turns out that the group of bald monks were waiting.

Waiting for a terrifying being to awaken, capable of ignoring the backlash of the Tang Dynasty's fortune and crushing galaxies with bare hands!

"Bang!"

After the soul search was completed, Monk Bianji's soul could no longer withstand the violent impact and dissipated.

His body completely lost its vitality and collapsed limply to the ground.

Li Chen stood up.

He ignored the four top celebrities behind him who were vying for credit, and he also paid no attention to Fang Yi'ai and Gao Yang, who were hiding in a corner and pouring out their hearts to each other.

He raised his head, his gaze lingering on the azure sky outside the main hall.

"No wonder Father has been in seclusion lately..."

The monk Bianji struggled to support his broken body.

He stared intently at the four top celebrities who were gradually approaching, and a twisted expression of despair and madness finally appeared on his handsome face.

"Do you think you've won?!"

Bianji roared hysterically.

"This humble monk cultivates the 'Great Compassion Mantra of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires'! As long as you harbor even the slightest desire in your hearts, this humble monk can ensure your eternal damnation!"

"The Great Compassionate Illusion! All seven emotions and six desires return to me!"

Ignoring his shattered wrist, Monk Bianji frantically burned his Nascent Soul stage essence.

A dense, even dark red, mist of desire erupted from his center!

In an instant, the entire hall was enveloped in a bizarre and fantastical illusion.

In the illusion, there were mountains of top-grade spirit stones.

There were naked, stunningly beautiful fairies dancing gracefully.

There is an imperial throne that represents supreme power and can command the submission of all realms.

Bianji was panting heavily, a ferocious laugh spreading across his face.

"Sink into depravity! Lose yourself completely in endless greed and lust!"

He was confident that no living being in the world could resist such an ultimate temptation that strikes straight to the deepest part of the soul.

however.

Half a breath has passed.

A moment has passed.

Within the illusion, the four figures remained as steady as Mount Tai.

The Blood Slaughter Ancestor looked at the stunningly beautiful fairies posing seductively in front of him, his face full of disgust and speechlessness.

"That's it? This kind of stuff?"

He sneered, his tone full of disdain.

"Every time I go out, thousands of famous courtesans from the Tang Dynasty clamor to have my babies. You're just showing off to these few vulgar beauties?"

Looking at the pile of top-grade spirit stones, Old Demon Youquan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You poor wretch! Do you even know how much the Grand Theatre is paying me these days? My current endorsement fees could buy your dilapidated pagoda and use it as a toilet!"

The two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, looked at Bianji with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

"What you call temptation is too low-level."

The Arhat who subdues dragons clasped his hands together, his face full of compassion and pity.

"Since my fellow disciples and I comprehended the true 'Mahayana Buddhism,' we have come to understand what it means to 'sacrifice oneself for the audience's enjoyment.'"

"Such crude worldly desires cannot even stir the slightest ripple in our hearts."

"Enough talk, beat him up!"

The Arhat Subduing Tiger had long been unable to contain himself.

"This bald monk dares to steal the limelight from our four top figures in the Tang Dynasty! He's got a death wish!"

"Bang!"

The illusion lies in the face of the four top celebrities' unbreakable "idol image in the entertainment industry".

Like a ridiculous bubble, it was instantly shattered.

next second.

A brutal physical brawl, devoid of any skill or technique, unfolded in the main hall of the temple.

Nobody cared about the demeanor of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Blood Slaughter Ancestor swung a broken, heavy wooden chair and began smashing it repeatedly at Bianji's bald head.

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring specializes in attacking the lower body, and each kick is accompanied by a chilling whistling sound that makes people gasp.

The Dragon Subduer and Tiger Tamer were even more ruthless. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, directly pinned Bianji in mid-air, and their fists poured down on his chest and abdomen like a storm.

"Ah! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

"This humble monk is an envoy from the Buddhist kingdom! This humble monk is... Ah!!!"

"Help! My face! Don't hit my face!"

The heart-wrenching cries of agony pierced the roof of the royal temple and echoed through the mountains and fields.

These four veterans, who have made a name for themselves in the entertainment industry, are incredibly ruthless.

They remembered Li Chen's teachings: no need for magic, rely entirely on the physical body, as long as they have a breath left.

All the humiliation he suffered on set was finally vented on this unfortunate evil monk, with interest.

After a full incense stick's time had passed.

When a leisurely sound of footsteps came from outside the main hall.

This inhumane, one-sided beating has finally come to an end.

"Ahem, that's enough."

King Li Chen of Qin was dressed in loose casual clothes and held half a piece of the spirit melon in his hand.

While munching on it, he slowly stepped over the broken threshold.

The four top celebrities immediately stopped and obediently stepped aside.

She even thoughtfully tidied up the corners of her clothes, which weren't actually that messy.

Li Chen walked up to the pile of rubble.

I peeked out.

The once incomparably handsome and charismatic monk Bianji, who could drive countless young girls mad.

now.

It had been completely reduced to a bloody, mangled mess.

His face was swollen to three times the size of a pig's head, and at least 80% of his bones were broken. He was barely breathing, clinging to life.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that was quite a heavy blow. I almost didn't recognize him as a monk."

Li Chen casually tossed the melon rind aside and squatted down.

He looked at the dying Bianji with no pity in his eyes.

Only endless chill.

"Did the Buddhist Kingdom send you here to bewitch my elder sister?"

Li Chen's voice was calm, yet it conveyed the will of a monarch who controlled everything.

"Unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong opponent. The people of the Tang Dynasty are not someone you can mess with."

"You...you..."

Bianji's swollen eyelids opened slightly, and he stared intently at Li Chen, letting out a roar like a broken bellows.

"The Tang Dynasty... is doomed! Immortal... Immortal..."