Now only a handful of Taoist masters practice in seclusion at Louguan Dao. There are less than ten people in the entire sect, and it has long since declined. Today, it was completely wiped out.,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.,Miao Kong ignored him completely. A flash of cruelty crossed his face as he countered by sending a streak of light into the young man's body. The old Taoist, Tong Shen, looked at him with a strange expression and asked, "You would be so kind as to give him something"。