Damn it!
It hurts so much!
Lu Hen Ge lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Weakness is the original sin.
If Lu Hen Ge had the cultivation level of the fusion stage, or even the Mahayana stage, everyone present today would not be able to escape and would all die.
But the fact is, an inconspicuous Lin Xing could make him feel a little breathless.
The Holy Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect not only did such a despicable thing as colluding with the demons, but he even had the audacity to sever ties with his own master. Such bad behavior has never happened before, and he simply doesn't care about the reputation of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
Looking at Lu Henge, who was covered in blood and looked extremely miserable, a trace of heartache flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.
"More than twenty years ago, I brought you back from the ruins, and now, you want to sever our master-disciple relationship! Very good! You want to sever our master-disciple relationship, and I agree, but I can't keep your cultivation!"
Lu Sheng wanted Lu Henge to admit his mistake.
Is it so difficult to just say I was wrong?
After more than twenty years of hard training, she didn't believe that Lu Henge would be willing to give up.
"Holy Son, please give in."
"Don't talk nonsense, Holy Son. Even if you are angry, you can't add fuel to the fire."
"The Son..."
The people around started to speak one after another.
Next second.
Everyone looked horrified and couldn't help but take a step back.
A golden light burst out from Lu Hen Ge's body, and the golden light that penetrated his body illuminated the Prison Hall, just like bright daylight. The spiritual energy within a radius of ten miles began to riot.
The golden light gradually converged and gathered at the center of Lu Hen Ge's eyebrows. Then, a one-inch-tall golden man floated out from the center of his eyebrows. The man looked similar to Lu Hen Ge, but more childish.
This is Lu Hen Ge's Nascent Soul.
The golden Nascent Soul born from the Daoyun Holy Body.
Since the founding of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, there have only been three golden Nascent Souls, and Lu Hen Ge is the third one. If it weren't for today's turmoil, Lu Hen Ge would definitely become the leader of the Three Thousand Dao Sect in the future.
Under the horrified and astonished gazes of the crowd, Lu Hen Ge raised his hand and grasped his Nascent Soul, his spiritual power running wild as he suddenly exerted force.
Snap...
Countless golden fragments fell.
at the same time.
The aura on Lu Hen Ge's body suddenly stopped, and the pressure unique to a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage disappeared completely.
"That's enough."
Lu Hen Ge's face was pale and his body was shaking.
He returned everything. From now on, he was just himself, no longer someone's senior brother, no longer someone's apprentice, and certainly not the Holy Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
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