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.,When the myriad divine immortals were discussing, a middle-aged Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, seeming somewhat surprised and uncertain.,Although Triangulay's mind was filled with regret, he still gritted his teeth and said.。