Chapter 135

Everyone's eyes focused on Xuanxin.

In particular, Guangliang, the abbot of Manjusri hospital, Ruyun, the founder of Hengdao, and Nangong Wentian, the master of Nangong family.

King Mufu, the city Lord, and a group of eminent monks.

Especially in my heart.

Although he didn't say it on the face, he didn't believe it in his heart. The young Xuanxin has the ability to turn the tide and save Tianbei city.

Even have a mind to see his jokes.

You know, before, the strength of the united people was almost the top strength of most of Tianbei city.

They could not do it, and even they were seriously injured.

Why is Xuanxin?

Even now, Xuanxin's martial arts cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds to achieve congenital perfection.

But whether to say it or not, in front of the strong during the foundation building period.

This martial arts strength is really nothing.

What so many people can't do together, can you turn the tide by relying on your Xuanxin alone?

Aren't they waste?

"Amitabha."

Guangliang, abbot of Manjusri hall, announced the Buddha's name, walked to Xuanxin and said, "I've heard that abbot Xuanxin is the reincarnation of the Buddha."

"The real living Buddha."

"He is a really powerful monk who can communicate with the Buddha."

"Abbot Xuanxin, do you still need the help of Wenshu hospital?"

Guangliang was calm, and he was trying to boast both inside and outside.

You know, before, he Guangliang was the leader of Tianbei City Wudao alliance.

The powerful power of Buddhism, which is respected by all.

When he said so, he was already highly praised.

It's equivalent to killing.

It means that you are so awesome that you don't need the help of our Manjusri academy, do you?

You alone can turn the tide and save Tianbei city.

If you put it bluntly, you force yourself to go alone.

"Amitabha."

With a compassionate face, Xuanxin announced a Buddha's name and said, "something's wrong."

Shook his head, Xuanxin didn't even look at Guangliang.

His eyes were fixed on the terrible ghost face in the sky.

"No!"

When he found that the situation was wrong, Mr. Wu'an immediately gave a loud drink.

The bronze ghost face was torn open, and the huge mouth of the abyss released endless magic gas and ghost gas.

There seemed to be a terrible crack torn open in the sky.

Gushing out, a breath of death.

The breath of the dead is released.

That strange and unknown feeling breeds in everyone's heart.

The sergeants, who were originally angry and wearing battle armor, were pale and unfounded. They shouted at the madman on the spot.

Like a fierce ghost.

At this moment, the atmosphere is suppressed to the extreme.

"End the array."

When the situation suddenly changed and the crisis came, Guangliang, abbot of Manjusri hospital, did not take into account the intrigue with Xuanxin.

Flying in the air, he flew up and drank loudly.

A group of eminent monks crossed the sky together.

After flying to heaven, Guangliang led the eminent monk group to form an array again and recited Buddhist scriptures.

With the profound Buddhist Dharma with subtle meaning.

Under the vast breath, golden energies emerge to form Buddhist marks.

"Seal!"

Guangliang, the abbot of the Manjusri court, said the word "seal" in his mouth.

The mysterious golden Buddhist mark emerged.

Form chains in an attempt to seal the bronze ghost face.

At this moment, everyone is very nervous. Sergeants in armor are like wind demons.

The scene caused chaos.

As a last resort, Mr. Wu'an had to order all the sergeants to withdraw first.

If not, the army he commands will go crazy one by one sooner or later.

Kaka, Kaka

In the sky, the golden light is shining, and the seal chain of Buddhist seal.

Overburdened, a little damaged.

Bang!

In an instant, the seal cracked and the endless breath of death surged.

Poof

Guangliang, abbot of Manjusri hall, directly ejected a mouthful of blood.

Pale and frightened, he quickly took out the healing medicine and took it.

At the same time, an eminent monk of Manjusri Temple fell down under the erosion of the breath of death.

Soon another eminent monk of the Manjusri academy fell down.

Body and death disappear.

The wind and cloud surged and the sky was torn.

Visions appeared in the sky. Tens of thousands of stone statues of mud servants were displayed in the torn space.

It's rows of sergeant chariots and horses.

In the roar of ghosts crying and wolves howling, these Sergeant chariots and horses absorbed endless ghost gas and magic gas.

Emitting a strong smell of death.

Batch after batch gradually resurrected.

Another eminent monk fell down in the eminent monk group of Manjusri Academy.

After taking the healing medicine, abbot Guangliang of Manjusri hospital looked much better.

Stagger and fly down in confusion.

He looked anxious and sad.

"General, you can see that the cave ruins are not what we expected before."

"This is a imperial mausoleum with endless resentment."

"If it were not in our Manjusri courtyard, only the imperial court could solve the catastrophe."

If this cave relic is only the plot trap of the eight ghost kings to regenerate through the body, he Guangliang of the Manjusri hospital must bear the main responsibility.

After all, it was his complacency and arrogance that he didn't understand in advance.

But now the situation is that this cave relic is an ancient imperial mausoleum, with curse and endless resentment.

This in itself is not something that his Manjusri academy can solve.

Such a catastrophe is beyond everyone's expectation. Only the imperial court has the strength to resolve it.

If he is in the Manjusri hospital, he is not responsible for Guangliang.

He can't take the responsibility.

This catastrophe is inevitable for Tianbei city.

"Military general, I'm sorry. I must protect myself in Manjusri court."

Watching the eminent monks of the Manjusri Temple fall one after another, endless grief appeared on Guangliang's face.

He is the abbot of Manjusri hall. He can't watch all the eminent monks fall.

This is a catastrophe sweeping the whole Tianbei city.

It was a disaster.

All the eminent monks fell, and under the devastation, the inheritance of the Manjusri Academy was basically cut off.

Only if the eminent monks are immortal can the Manjusri academy be rebuilt in the future.

Keep a glimmer of hope.

"What? This is the ancient imperial mausoleum..."

"Good day, Nangong, my son. Is there really no hope?"

"This catastrophe has happened. No one can save Tianbei city."

"We'd better hurry to protect ourselves. The collapse of zongmen is inevitable, and the whole Tianbei city will also collapse..."

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For a moment, the atmosphere of panic was like clouds in Hengdao zong'an, Wujian mountain villa, and Nangong, the master of Nangong family, heard the sky.

And the city Lord Jin spread in the last ambush.

One after another, the eminent monks of the Manjusri academy fell down, and the huge tear in the sky made the air of death seem as terrible as hell.

The mud servant sergeant on display gradually resurrected, emitting a terrible murderous spirit.

When the catastrophe comes, it will be a disaster sweeping the whole Tianbei city.

The Manjusri courtyard cannot be stopped, nor can the whole Tianbei City Martial Arts Alliance. Only the imperial court has the strength to resolve this catastrophe.

It is no longer a question of whether to save the eight disciples in the grottoes.

It can't be saved at all.

It's Manjusri courtyard, hengdaozong, Wujian mountain villa and Nangong aristocratic family. These aristocratic families want to protect themselves.

Thinking about how to avoid disaster.