The three Nine Immortals Mountain disciples who had followed Wu Xing were kicked out of the hall by Lin Tian, tumbling so hard they were dizzy and seeing stars.
At this moment they still hadn't recovered.
But when Lin Tian blew through the wall just now and strode out through the air, they had seen it all perfectly clearly.
That kind of scene.
All three of them were scared pissless!
Golden Core Ancestor!
Those four suffocating words flashed through their minds.
A figure of that level, even inside their sect, they only saw once a month.
Because the Golden Core Ancestor only appeared once a month, at the preaching altar plaza, opening the altar to lecture the sect's many disciples.
Only then.
Could they see his true face from far, far away!
You have to know.
For ordinary cultivators, wanting to see this kind of Golden Core Ancestor who's like a Divine Dragon that shows its head but not its tail, is harder than climbing to heaven!
Yet right now they were seeing another one!
