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At this moment, several figures hurried to the top of Louguandao. One of them was an old man with white hair and long eyebrows, whose five wisps of beard swayed in front of his chest. Looking at the ruins of Louguandao, he roared angrily.,On the summit of Ling Mountain, within a small temple capable of holding only one person, a long sigh echoed: “Fellow cultivators of the Taishang Dao, this matter has nothing to do with my Buddhist sect.” He then voluntarily released his golden lotus, allowing the Taiji diagram to examine his aura.,When the myriad divine immortals were discussing, a middle-aged Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, seeming somewhat surprised and uncertain.。