Calm and peaceful!

Nezha's huge body was actually shaken back dozens of steps by the recoil force.

“Master!”

When the two female Taoist priests saw this magic weapon, they immediately shouted loudly in excitement.

"Wulian Tianzun."

Just a whisper was heard, and around heaven and earth, a tall, handsome middle-aged Taoist priest walked out from the void.

The middle-aged Taoist was wearing a blue Taoist robe with only the sun and the moon on it, and no other patterns. He was holding a whisk in his hand and had three long wisps of beard. He looked at Nezha with an indifferent expression.

This Taoist is Zhen Yuanzi, who is known as the ancestor of earthly immortals!

"Where did Xiao Xiu come from? How could he be so rude?"

After just one glance at Nezha, a gleam flashed in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes, and then he asked slowly.

Nezha's entire body was transformed from the lotus root of the innate golden lotus of merit. As Zhen Yuanzi, how could he not recognize it? He also had five golden lotuses of merit in his Wuzhuang Temple!

And how much would it cost to be able to lavishly use the merit-filled golden lotus and lotus root to shape a young man's physical body?

Only those six Daoists who had attained sainthood, blessed with heavenly merit, could cultivate a pond densely packed with golden lotuses of merit? Only then could they be so extravagant as to use the golden lotuses of merit to reshape others into incorruptible bodies, right?

So, which disciple or boy is this little bastard who has no manners and no rules?

"Who do you care who I am? Who are you? It's none of your business whether I'm polite or not! Huh? You dare to stop me? Get out of the way now! Otherwise, I'll poke dozens of holes in you!"

While Zhen Yuanzi was thinking this in his heart, Nezha over there moved and returned to his normal appearance. Then he sneered, raised his gun and pointed it at Zhen Yuanzi, and shouted loudly.