chapter 135

Everyone's eyes were focused on Xuanxin.

Especially Wenshu Yuan's Abbot Guang Liang, Hengdao Sect An Ruyun, and Nangong family head Nangong Wentian.

City Lord Jin Mofu, as well as a group of eminent monks.

They were especially unconvinced.

Although they didn't say it on the surface, they didn't believe that the young Xuanxin had the ability to turn the tide and save Tian Bei City.

They even had the thought of watching him make a fool of himself.

One had to know that the combined strength of everyone before was almost the majority of the top experts in Tian Bei City.

They couldn't do it, and they were even seriously injured because of it.

What did Xuanxin have?

Even now, Xuanxin's martial cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching Connate Perfection.

But whether he should say it or not, in front of this group of Foundation Establishment experts.

This bit of martial strength was really nothing.

So many people working together couldn't do it, but Xuanxin alone could turn the tide?

Then weren't they all trash?

"Amitabha."

Wenshu Yuan's Abbot Guang Liang chanted the name of Buddha and moved in front of Xuanxin, saying, "This poor monk heard that Abbot Xuanxin is the reincarnation of Buddha."

"The real living Son of Buddha."

"The real mighty monk who can communicate with Buddha."

"I wonder if Abbot Xuanxin still needs the help of Wenshu Yuan?"

Guang Liang's expression didn't change, but his words were full of flattery.

One had to know that before this, he, Guang Liang, was the leader of TianBei City Martial Alliance.

He was respected by all, and he was a mighty figure with profound Buddhist doctrine.

He said this, which was already extremely high praise.

It was equivalent to overpraise.

What he meant was, you're so awesome, you shouldn't need the help of Wenshu Yuan, right?

You alone can turn the tide and save Tian Bei City.

To put it simply, you're awesome, you can do it alone.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin had a compassionate look on his face as he chanted the name of Buddha. With a compassionate expression, he said, "Something happened."

Shaking his head, Xuanxin didn't even look at Guang Liang.

His gaze was fixed on the terrifying ghost face in the sky.

"Not good!"

Finding that something was wrong, the Calm Martial Ruler immediately gave a loud roar.

The Bronze Ghost Face tore open, releasing endless Devil Qi and Ghost Qi from the huge mouth of the abyss.

A terrifying crack seemed to have been torn open in the sky.

Streams of Death Qi gushed out from them.

Undead aura was released.

That strange and ominous feeling grew in everyone's hearts.

The originally ferocious armored soldiers all turned pale. Those who were not strong-willed started to shout crazily on the spot.

It was as if he was possessed by a malicious spirit.

At this moment, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

"Get into formation."

With the sudden change of situation and the arrival of crisis, the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, also did not have time to think about scheming against Xuanxin.

Then, he soared into the air and shouted loudly, "You're right.

The group of eminent monks all flew into the air.

After flying into the sky, Guang Liang led the eminent monks to form a formation again and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

It was accompanied by the profound Dharma of Profound Words.

Under the vast aura, streaks of golden energy emerged and formed Buddhist seals.

"Seal!"

After the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, said the word 'seal'.

A mysterious golden Buddhist imprint emerged from it.

It formed shackles in an attempt to seal the Bronze Ghost Face.

At this very moment, everyone was very nervous. The armored soldiers were like demons in the wind.

The scene caused chaos.

With no other choice, the Calm Martial Ruler could only order all the soldiers to withdraw first.

Otherwise, the army he commanded would sooner or later go crazy.

Ka ka ka … …

In the sky, golden light shone brightly. The sealing chains of the Buddhist seal.

Unable to bear the burden, they were damaged bit by bit.

Bang!

In an instant, the seal shattered and endless death aura surged out.

Puff … …

The Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, directly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face was pale and his expression was frightened. He hurriedly took out the healing panacea and took it.

At the same time, a Wenshu Yuan eminent monk fell under the erosion of the death aura.

Soon, another Wenshu Yuan eminent monk fell.

He died and his Dao disappeared.

The wind and clouds surged and the sky was torn apart.

A strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. In the torn space, there were tens of thousands of clay and stone statues.

They were rows of soldiers, war chariots, and war horses.

In the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, these soldiers, war chariots, and war horses absorbed the endless ghost and devil aura.

They emitted a strong death aura.

Batch after batch gradually came back to life.

Another eminent monk of Wenshu Yuan's eminent monks fell.

After taking the healing panacea, the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, looked much better.

He staggered and flew down in a sorry state.

His expression was anxious and sorrowful.

"General Wu, as you can see, this Catacombs relic is not what we expected."

"This is an imperial mausoleum with endless resentment."

"If not for our Wenshu Yuan, only the imperial court can solve this catastrophe."

If this Catacombs relic was just a plot by the Eight Great Ghost Kings to borrow bodies to be reborn, then Wenshu Yuan and Guang Liang would definitely have to bear the main responsibility.

After all, this was because he was complacent and arrogant and did not investigate in advance.

But the current situation was that this Catacombs relic was an ancient imperial mausoleum with a curse and endless resentment.

This was not something that Wenshu Yuan could solve.

A catastrophe like this was beyond everyone's expectations. Only the imperial court had the power to resolve it.

Then Wenshu Yuan and Guang Liang did not need to be responsible.

He could not bear the responsibility.

This calamity was unavoidable for Tian Bei City.

"General Wu, I'm sorry. Wenshu Yuan has to protect itself."

Watching Wenshu Yuan's eminent monks fall one after another, Guang Liang's face was filled with endless sorrow.

He was the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan. He could not watch the eminent monks fall.

This was a catastrophe that would engulf the entire Tianbei City.

It was a catastrophe.

The eminent monks had all fallen. Under the sweeping of the catastrophe, Wenshu Yuan's legacy was basically cut off.

Only if the eminent monks did not perish could Wenshu Yuan be rebuilt in the future.

To preserve a glimmer of hope.

"What? This is an ancient imperial mausoleum … "

"Is there really no hope for my son, Nangong Rian?"

"This catastrophe has already happened. No one can save Tianbei City."

"We should hurry and protect ourselves. The collapse of the Sect is inevitable. The entire Tianbei City will also collapse …"

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For a moment, the atmosphere of panic. Hengdao Sect An Ruyun, Wujian Villa's Opportunity, and Nangong family's head, Nangong Wentian.

City Lord Jin Mofu was also spreading.

One by one, Wenshu Yuan's eminent monks fell. The huge hole in the sky was torn open, and the aura of death that emerged was as terrifying as hell.

The clay mercenaries on the battlefield gradually revived, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

The catastrophe was coming. This would be a catastrophe that would engulf the entire Tianbei City.

Wenshu Yuan could not stop it. The entire TianBei City Martial Alliance could not stop it. Only the imperial court had the power to resolve this catastrophe.

Now, it was no longer a question of whether to save the eight disciples in the catacombs.

It was impossible to save them.

Wenshu Yuan, Hengdao Sect, Wujian Villa, and Nangong family. These Sect families were thinking about how to protect themselves.

They were thinking about how to avoid disaster.