My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Hey, Lao He, you finally said something human."

Luo Baode said to Mr. He with an expression of admiration, as if he was a superior.

Mr. He's forehead jumped suddenly, resisting the urge to be smashed by someone at his hand, and turned his eyes away, "Master Tang, what do you think?"

Tang Zheng nodded, "Fellow Daoist He is right."

Immediately, Tang Zheng said to Yuan Luo, "If you have no ghosts in your heart, then just like fellow Daoist Lu Xiao, swear by your heart!"

"Master, I..."

Yuan Luo's expression changed, and he subconsciously wanted to defend himself, but when he noticed the warning glance from Taoist Qingxuan, he immediately closed his mouth and did not dare to defend himself.

Tang Zheng saw his expression, his expression suddenly sank, and his voice suddenly became cold, "Why, do you have a ghost in your heart and dare not swear?"

As the head of the Maoshan Sect, Tang Zheng naturally had some understanding of the elders of his sect.

It was because of his understanding that he had some doubts about Daoist Qingxuan's situation from the very beginning.

But because the cultivation of Qingxuan Daoist was really backward, and he really seemed to be injured by evil cultivators, as the head of the sect, he had to stand up to represent the Maoshan faction.

But now, things don't seem to be exactly what Daoist Qingxuan and his disciples said.

"No, not the sect master, I, the disciples are just, just..." Yuan Luo was so frightened by Tang Zheng's sudden release that his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but panic.

"Idiot! You don't have a ghost in your heart to swear!"

Seeing that Yuan Luo was about to reveal his secrets, Dao Qingxuan slapped him with anger and scolded him angrily.

"Snapped--"

Yuan Luo was slapped in the face with a slap, and his face was slapped to the side.

"Master, Master, I..." His face was burning with pain, but Yuan Luo didn't dare to have the slightest resentment, and even looked at Taoist Qingxuan with a pleading look.

As a martial artist, if you stop here, you will never be able to make further progress in the future, which will undoubtedly be more uncomfortable than death.

But Yuan Luo knew very well that if he didn't follow the master's words, then the master would definitely make his life worse than death.

In the end, Yuan Luo chose to surrender in exchange for his own life.

"I, Yuan Luo, swear by my Dao heart, what I said before is true, if there is a false sky and thunder strikes, the cultivation base will never enter the country! Boom-kacha-pa-"

As Yuan Luo's voice fell, there was a sudden roar of thunder in the clear sky outside, and then everyone present saw a terrifying purple thunderbolt, which suddenly struck Yuan Luo with lightning speed.

"what--"

Yuan Luo didn't expect that there would be thunder and lightning, and he was hit without any precautions. After a scream, he lay on the table with charred black and smoke, motionless, and did not know whether it was life or death.

Everyone's attention was drawn away by the sudden change, so no one present noticed that Lu Zijia moved his hands quietly.

Lu Zijia is a spiritual root cultivator of the whole system, which naturally includes the lightning root.

Therefore, it is not too easy to imitate a lightning strike or something.

It's just that the power is a little weak. If she was in the golden core period of her previous life, she could completely split people into black ash.

After the people present witnessed this bizarre and terrifying scene with their own eyes, the huge conference room was deadly silent for a while, and no one spoke.