Chapter 175: Water Diffuse Gold Light

Daoist Huanzhen stayed still, with a low voice he said, "You're asking for death."

The Daoists who held the instruments and wanted to bolt out of Jinguang Temple were shocked to see surging waves coming in from all directions. One strike and a group of Daoists were sucked into the waves like mole crickets and ants.

In no time, Jinguang Temple was swallowed by the wave, except for a layer of Buddhist ray that formed a light film, as if it was an abyss of misery arc, protecting every being on it.

The Jinguang Temple cultivators who attempted to escape were beyond rescue.

And another group of cultivators returned to the square. They were cultivators of experience and were more composed compared to normal beings when it comes to dealing with sudden calamities of such magnitudes.