chapter 136
Wenshu Yuan's Eminent Monk Group could not hold on, one by one.
They fell under the corrosion of the aura of death.
They died and their Dao disappeared.
An Ruyun, Ji Yuan, Nangong Wentian, City Lord Jin Mofu, and Dingxi General Wu An were greatly shocked.
These people were once the leaders of the various Sect families in Tian Bei City.
They were once the giants of Tian Bei City who could summon the wind and summon the rain.
They were now in a state of great fear.
The development of the Catacombs ruins was beyond everyone's expectations.
The problem now was very serious.
From their point of view, it was no longer about whether the core prodigies of each Sect could be saved after entering the Catacombs to train.
It was a question of whether they could be saved.
Instead, it was about to be swept away by the coming catastrophe.
How could each Sect protect themselves?
In the face of such a catastrophe, only the imperial court had the power to resolve it.
The core disciples who were training in the Catacombs were hopeless.
The Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, wanted to preserve the top combat power of the Eminent Monk Group as much as possible.
If the entire Eminent Monk Group was wiped out here.
They would have to wait until after the catastrophe.
The terrifying legacy of Wenshu Yuan would be completely cut off.
Hengdao Sect's An Ruyun and Nangong family's head, Nangong Wentian, wanted to seize the time to retreat.
Seize the time to go back and prepare.
The entire Sect would withdraw from Tian Bei City.
They would withdraw as much as they could and wait until the imperial court intervened to quell the catastrophe.
They would then plan for the Sect's development!
City Lord Jin Mofu, on the other hand, was thinking about Tian Bei City being engulfed by this catastrophe.
His official career would probably come to an end.
He would not be able to keep this black hat.
If he could keep his life, it would be a blessing in disguise.
In the face of the sudden catastrophe, everyone was in a state of extreme panic.
The Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, wanted to withdraw.
However, Dingxi General and Dingxi General Wu An did not think so.
First of all, the difficulty of resolving the Catacombs ruins in Tian Bei City was far beyond his expectations.
This was not something that TianBei City Martial Alliance could handle.
It was not something that he, the Dingxi General, could settle.
Only the Imperial Court had the strength to resolve or quell this calamity.
Then, before the people from the imperial court arrived.
He wanted to minimize his losses as much as possible.
Otherwise, it would be hard for him, the Calm Martial Ruler, to escape punishment.
"No."
Facing the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, he revealed the intention of retreating to avoid disaster.
The Calm Martial Ruler's face turned dark.
He was extremely displeased.
"In this time of crisis, your Wenshu Yuan is the number one sect in Tianbei City."
"As the leader of the TianBei City Martial Alliance."
"You should take on important responsibilities."
The Calm Martial Ruler's face turned cold. He stared at Guang Liang and firmly said, "Wenshu Yuan must be responsible for the citizens of the city."
"All of you monks must do your best to buy as much time as possible for the people in the city to evacuate."
A killing intent was released from the Calm Martial Ruler.
He waved his sleeves and spoke in an unquestionable tone.
They could retreat now. Each Sect, Family, and martial arts experts above the Xiantian realm had time to retreat.
But the citizens of the city, if they didn't have enough time.
It was impossible to evacuate.
If Wenshu Yuan couldn't take over at this time and buy enough time for the citizens of the city.
Then when the calamity swept over, the entire Tianbei City would become a living hell.
Faced with this tragedy, he, the Calm Martial Ruler, would be guilty of a great crime.
"Amitabha."
After chanting the name of Buddha, the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, closed his eyes in pain.
The Wenshu Yuan group of monks was here to buy time for the citizens of the city.
This meant that he, Guang Liang, and the group of monks would die here one by one.
This meant that after this calamity swept over.
Wenshu Yuan would no longer exist.
At this time, another senior monk from the Manjushri Courtyard fell.
He died directly!
A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang.
"General Wu, our Wenshu Yuan is no longer the number one sect of the TianBei City Martial Alliance."
"We are no longer the leader of the TianBei City Martial Alliance."
After Guang Liang finished speaking, he turned to look at Xuanxin and said resolutely, "Everyone knows that Shaolin is the number one sect of Tianbei City."
"Shaolin is the leader of the TianBei City Martial Alliance."
"The Abbot of Shaolin, Xuanxin, is the leader of the TianBei City Martial Alliance."
After saying this, Guang Liang bowed deeply to Xuanxin and continued, "The Abbot of Shaolin, Xuanxin, is the reincarnation of Buddha."
"The real living Buddha."
"A divine monk who can communicate with the Buddha."
"Our Wenshu Yuan is inferior to Shaolin. Our Guang Liang is inferior to Shaolin, Xuanxin."
"This poor monk would like to ask the Abbot of Xuanxin to take on the responsibility of being the leader of Shaolin's number one sect, the Martial Arts Alliance."
"My Buddha is merciful. I ask the Shaolin to fight for a chance of survival for the people of Tianbei City!"
The Abbot of the Manjushri Yard was really insidious.
He was very selfish.
In order to protect himself, he had pushed out Shaolin and Xuanxin.
At this time, he wished that Shaolin was the number one sect and that Shaolin was the true leader of the TianBei City Martial Alliance.
"You … …"
The Calm Martial Ruler frowned. He was speechless for a while.
He was very clear about Shaolin's situation. There were only a few monks. Even if the Abbot of Xuanxin was a divine monk, it was impossible for him to resolve the danger of the underground cave ruins.
Only the imperial court had this power.
Moreover, in order to buy time for Tianbei City, the only one Shaolin could help was Xuanxin, who was at Xiantian Full Circle.
And Du Tongfu, who was also at Xiantian Full Circle.
He, the Calm Martial Ruler, could not let Du Tongfu die here, right?
If it was like this, then he, the Calm Martial Ruler, might as well die here.
The Calm Martial Ruler only had one thought.
Buy time as much as possible.
Wait for the imperial court's reinforcements to arrive.
"That's right. In the competition among the new disciples, Shaolin is the number one Sect."
"Shaolin is the leader of the TianBei City Martial Alliance."
"My Nangong family respects Shaolin."
At this time, the head of the Nangong family, Nangong Wentian, stood up. He very generously and honestly acknowledged Shaolin's position as the number one Sect.
His intentions were equally sinister. He wanted to kill Shaolin by flattery.
"My Heng Dao Sect is the same."
Hengdao Sect's An Ruyun was more reserved. She stood on the side of Wenshu Yuan.
City Lord Jin Mofu did not say anything.
He stood on the side with an ashen face.
Because no matter what, as the City Lord, his sins were not small.
Unless … … there was a miracle … … that could turn the tide … …
But that was impossible!
Before the imperial court's reinforcements arrived, there was no possibility of saving Tianbei City.
"Amitabha."
Wenshu Yuan's Abbot, Guang Liang, after saying the name of Buddha, received the support of the Nangong family and Heng Dao Sect.
In his heart, he also had confidence.
He shouted, "Retreat!"
As soon as the order was given, the group of senior monks flew down together.
In the sky, the wind and clouds surged. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. It was as if doomsday had arrived.
Endless demonic energy, the energy of death, and the eerie energy of ghosts.
After all the sealing power was removed.
It surged out, giving birth to thousands of ominous things. Strange things could be seen everywhere. In the torn space, tens of thousands of clay and stone statues could be seen.
Rows of soldiers and warhorses came to life.
They let out a series of bone-chilling howls.
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
… …
… …
Hell-like howls came from the mouth of the abyss.
The aura of death was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Just as the situation reached a stalemate, Xuanxin said the name of Buddha and stared at the ghost face in the sky for a long time.
He directly walked up.