Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Beiyanzhou, southeast.

In the small city of Dongyou, those kneeling on the bluestone street outside the Xuanyu Pavilion were all well-known figures in the entire southeast region.

He is either the patriarch of a noble family, the leader of a sect, or the lord of a city.

Those who can kneel here are all real people above the Jindan realm. Those below the Jindan realm are not even qualified to come here.

Not to mention the mood of the other real people, Zhong Yunyue was already disheartened at this time. He understood that his good brother had provoked someone that the Zhong family could not afford to offend.

There was actually a real god standing behind the fairy Fengyue!
No wonder Fengyue was able to make up for his foundation, no wonder Duobao Taoist came to help Fengyue.
Zhong Yunyue felt that everything could be explained.

But it was too late for Zhong Yunyue to figure it out. He was just feeling extremely terrified and didn't even notice that his legs were numb and his knees and leg bones seemed to be broken.

Zhong Yunyue is regretting, so don’t the other real people regret it too?

Originally, he just wanted to divide up the Xuanyu Pavilion, which seemed to have no background and was weak and could be bullied. Not only could he share the profits, but he could also cling to the thighs of the Jiuxiang Sect and the Zhong Family.

But who could have imagined that not only did they fail to gain the support of the Jiuxiang Sect and the Zhong Family, but they also encountered such a disaster?

At this time, these middle third realm immortals kneeling on the bluestone road no longer had the high and mighty attitude they had before. They knelt on the ground one by one, looking very much like the old dogs huddled on the street.

With just one sentence, Jiang Sheng sealed off these people's magical powers and turned them back into mortal bodies.

The big shots kneeling on the ground not only made the common people of Dongyu City dumbfounded, but also Yuan Xinmei, Wei Yuling and others in Xuanyu Pavilion looked as pale as death.

They stared at the real people kneeling outside the Xuanyu Pavilion.

The Lord of Dongliu City, Master Wang, is in the Nascent Soul stage.

The Lord of Huangyu City, Master Sun, is in the Nascent Soul stage.

The leader of the Sword Spirit Sect, who is well-known in the southeast, is Bu Liu Zhenren, who is at the Nascent Soul stage.

The head of the Zhang family, a Yuanying family with a history of thousands of years, is in the Yuanying realm.
And the one kneeling in the front was Zhong Yunyue, the eldest son of the Huashen Zhong family!

Looking around, the entire three middle realms in the southeastern territory of Beiyanzhou were almost caught in one fell swoop, and all of them knelt here, just like chickens and ducks locked in cages, being constantly pointed at and talked about by those casual cultivators, as if they were seeing some new wonder.

This scene made Yuan Xinmei and Wei Yuling's eyes go dark, their legs went weak and they collapsed.

The pointing and criticizing from the surrounding casual cultivators and ordinary people were like sharp knives piercing into Zhong Yunyue's heart, tearing his pride and dignity into pieces.

It's not just Zhong Yunyue. All those big shots who were once high and mighty, the immortals on land who were followed by millions of people when they went out, and the mortal cultivators all bowed down to them, which one of them was not heartbroken and stripped of their dignity?
But Zhong Yunyue's character is stronger after all. The other real people were almost fainted by being pointed at, but he was still thinking about how to break the impasse and how to ease the family crisis. At the very least, he would take the responsibility on himself.

Just as Zhong Yunfeng said, a square person can be deceived by square.

Zhong Yunyue was thinking about his family and relatives, so his first thought was to take all the responsibility on himself and end everything with his own life. He had no intention of giving Zhong Yunfeng away.

However, Jiang Sheng ignored Zhong Yunyue's thoughts at this time, and did not care about the deathly pale expressions of those real people in the southeast.

Jiang Sheng slowly stood up and walked forward, looking down at the people below from above.

Whether it is the Jindan realm or the Yuanying realm, in Jiang Sheng's eyes, there is no difference.

"Looking at this, the entire middle three realms of the southeastern region of Beiyanzhou have all come."

"Fairy, you have many enemies."

Feng Yue shook her head: "They are not enemies, but just a group of people who are taking advantage of the situation."

Jiang Sheng nodded slightly: "In this case, there is no point in keeping it."

The voice was calm and casual, as if he was talking about something insignificant, but all the real people felt terrified. Jiang Sheng flicked his fingers slightly, and a gust of wind suddenly blew.

The wind was invisible, but it seemed to blow on everyone's bodies and souls, making them shaky and almost scared to death.

An invisible wind blew past Zhong Yunyue, blowing the Lord of Huangyu City beside him into ashes.

That was a true destruction.

As the invisible wind blew, the face of the Lord of Huangyu City, a real person in the Nascent Soul Realm, kept changing between horror, shock, and despair. In the end, he watched helplessly as his body and soul cracked apart piece by piece, like ashes blown by the wind, fluttering in the air, and finally dissipated with the wind, turning into fine dust and falling to the ground, disappearing without a trace.

Be it the body or the soul, in the end nothing is left.

Even if one dies, at least some remains or clothes will be left behind, or at worst, a legacy will be left behind.

But the Lord of Huangyu City was completely wiped out.

This scene not only made Zhong Yunyue feel cold all over, but also made the other real people's eyes bloodshot.

And next came the Nascent Soul Zhang family's patriarch who was beside the Lord of Huangyu City.

The Yuanying Zhenren of the Zhang family had been trying desperately to beg for mercy, but he could not utter any words and was unable to move. Now he was no longer a Yuanying Zhenren, but just an ordinary mortal with flesh and blood, no different from the people in Dongyu City and those who had been crushed to death by him.

One after another, the Yuanying Zhenren turned into ashes in front of Zhong Yunyue, and all the Zhenren felt a chill down their spines.

If they were not unable to move or even speak, they would have kowtowed and begged for mercy.

But Jiang Sheng didn't give them a chance, because he hated noise the most.

After turning more than a hundred real people into ashes in the blink of an eye, Zhong Yunyue was the only one left on the originally bustling bluestone street.

The figures of the real people around had long disappeared, leaving only traces of cracks on the bluestone slabs and the faint dust that was floating down.

Zhong Yunyue was numb, his soul was chilled, he seemed to have foreseen the fate of the Zhong family.
The Huashen Zhong family is undoubtedly a well-known existence in Beiyanzhou.

In the Jiuxiang Sect, the family line is also headed by the Zhong family.

Not to mention that the Zhong family now has five True Immortals of Transformation of Spirits, one True Immortal of Dharmadhatu, hundreds of True Immortals in the Nascent Soul Realm and the Golden Core Realm, as well as a large number of guest officials and death warriors. It is a well-deserved wealthy family in Beiyanzhou.

However, no matter how deep-rooted the Zhong family is, or how prosperous its branches and leaves are, they are powerless to resist the True Lord.

The realm gap between the two sides is too great. Not to mention hundreds of Golden Elixirs and Nascent Souls, even hundreds of Gods of Transformation are no different from ants in the eyes of True Lord Lianxu.

Just like now, with one word from this True Lord, all True Lords instantly became useless, and in the blink of an eye, they were all reduced to ashes.
Just as Zhong Yunyue was thinking hard, he suddenly heard the cold and indifferent voice of the True Lord above: "Is that person the legitimate son of the Zhong family?"

Feng Yue's voice sounded: "Yes, do you want to ask him something?"

Hearing this, Zhong Yunyue became excited, and stared at Xuanyu Pavilion with eager eyes.

Come on, ask me, I am the culprit!
Let me take all the blame and don’t implicate the Zhong family!
However, the Xuanyu Pavilion was too high, and the sunlight above was too dazzling, so he could only see a white light and could not make out the expression of the True Lord at all.

I only heard the True Lord say, "Why am I asking him?"

"Just know who it is."

After saying this, Zhong Yunyue felt his neck lighten, and something seemed to fall to the ground and roll over.

The last thing Zhong Yunyue knew was that he heard a faint voice.

"Take his head and go to the Zhong family to ask for an explanation." (End of this chapter)