Chapter 130: Going up the mountain, never forgetting the mountain

Wang Fuqiang narrowed his eyes and his face turned gloomy.

He suddenly turned around and said in a deep voice: "Come all the powerful people of the sects immediately. No matter what they have, let them go immediately. Also, send someone to Xuanyang Sect, no matter what major things the Qin family in Nanxun now, you must let them go. As long as you are a cultivator of the Qin family in Nanxun, no matter how high or low your cultivation level, you must use the fastest time to rush to the Hangkong Temple."

The elder was stunned, then nodded and stepped down to arrange the orders of the junior uncle.

Wang Fuqiang continued: "All the disciples of Yunling Sect sacrifice to the sword."

Although the disciples of Yunling Sect were unable to react, they still directly sacrificed all the flying swords. On the cliff, thousands of flying swords were hovering over in an instant, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

At this time, the old abbot of the Hanging Temple also appeared directly, leading the monks of the Hanging Temple to either take over the formation or wait silently.

Finally, the movements under the cliff stopped, and the entire cliff suddenly became extremely quiet. But this silence did not last long, and a muffled sound soon came out. Because the sound was too huge, everyone felt that the eardrums exploded and could not hear any other sounds at all.

But they could see that the runes on the cliff began to appear and then exploded directly. As these runes were smashed, the monks of the Hanging Temple vomited blood and fell downwards, and fell down towards the cliff.

Then, countless evil ghosts with green faces and fangs appeared directly in front of everyone, without any unnecessary actions, and rushed towards them directly, black and like a tide.

Not to mention these disciples of the Yunling Sect, even Wang Fuqiang swallowed.

He had imagined what kind of scene would be like after the Nether Clan entered the Hanging Temple, but what he saw in front of him was beyond his expectations and too much.

In this case, even if all the monks on the Hanging Temple were killed in battle, they would probably not be able to keep Hanging Temple for half a month.

It is not because of how powerful these evil ghosts and monsters of the Nether Clan are, but because there are too many of them, they just poured into the Hanging Temple, enough to completely destroy his previous deployment in the Hanging Temple.

This is the absolute difference, and no strategy is of no use.

But now he is not allowed to think too much, and directly drives the flying swords sacrificed by those disciples to kill those monsters.

There are many flying swords, but compared with these evil ghosts and monsters that pour into the Hanging Temple, it is simply unfavorable. If countless flying swords rush into the demon army, they will be submerged soon.

Wang Fuqiang did not hesitate at all and said in a deep voice: "Get back!"

All the disciples of the Yunling Sect could only retreat and constantly threw out the magic weapons to block the attack of the evil ghosts and monsters.

On the side of the Hanging Temple, the old abbot of the Hanging Temple and the monks of the Hanging Temple formed a formation to continuously suppress the monsters, but the number of demons was too large, and the effect of this suppression was not great. Moreover, the monks of the Hanging Temple were constantly submerged by the demon army, and their corpses were instantly gone.

Wang Fuqiang used to think that the most tragic battle was the corpse piled up like mountains and blood flowing into rivers. Now he realized that the real battle of Canyeol could not even keep corpses and blood.

So many monks in the Hanging Temple did not show any fear at the last moment when they were flooded by the demon army, as if they had already been prepared to die with the demons.

But Wang Fuqiang felt that this way of death was not worth it, so after the disciples of the Yunling Sect withdrew, they directly said to the old abbot: "Old abbot, you can stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood, there is no need to fight to the death here. If all your Hanging Temples fall here, there will be no one who will protect the sword energy mountains and rivers with all their strength."

The old abbot's face was gloomy and he spoke, "Change the formation first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the monks of the Hanging Temple changed their formation at the same time. They were no longer a killing formation, but a defensive formation. The entire Hanging Temple was soon covered by a large golden bell, and after the monsters hit the big bell, they would directly turn into ashes.

However, there are too many monsters, so even the protection formation of the Hanging Temple began to dim soon. Moreover, the protection formation of the Hanging Temple did not use the power of the earth veins, but consumed the cultivation of the monks of the Hanging Temple. Therefore, the monks of the Hanging Temple continued to fall. With the fall of these monks of the Hanging Temple, this defensive formation also became weaker.

Just at this time, the strong men from Lingbo Pavilion and Nanxun Qin clan also arrived. After joining the battle, the situation temporarily eased, barely blocking the demon army on the cliff.

But this situation, as Wang Fuqiang said, cannot last long.

The battle lasted for almost half an hour. Neither side really had a confrontation, but instead used a flying sword to kill the demon army through the protection formation of the Hanging Temple.

Many demons died, but there were no corpses. Whether they were powerful or weak, as long as they were killed by Feijian, they would turn into ashes on the spot and disappear between heaven and earth. On the side of the Hanging Temple, there were very few casualties among the major sects, and only the monks of Hanging Temple kept sitting and transforming.

It is a real and true sitting.

Every monk in Hanging Temple, as the old abbot said, can drive the sect protection formation regardless of its strength. Moreover, every monk in Hanging Temple who goes to the formation will exhaust all his cultivation and completely disappear. Before these monks completely disappear, there will be other monks in Hanging Temple to keep the formation running normally.

Although this method cannot directly kill the demon army, it has indeed delayed the demons' pace of entering the Hanging Temple. In addition, a sect sacrificed the flying sword to kill each other and cooperated with each other, which has indeed achieved great effect.

At this time, the Tai Chi Sect came late, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Wang Fuqiang just glanced at the Tai Chi manager and didn't say much.

At this time, there is no need to blame anyone. It is enough for Tai Chi Sect to come. As for whether to blame, you have to block the demon army first and then talk about it. You must be able to survive before talking about it.

As this situation develops, even if there are tens of thousands of monks in Hanging Temple, it will not last long. Once all the monks in Hanging Temple die, then these sects will have to fight with the demon army in close combat. With just a few people, without the protection of the formation, they will be completely submerged by the demon army in an instant.

After a while, after the Great Elder made all the matters, he came to Wang Fuqiang and reported: "All arrangements have been made."

He looked at the situation in front of him and said bitterly: "But in this situation, I'm afraid that it will not support the arrival of reinforcements."

Wang Fuqiang nodded and said, "First, see how long the offensive of the demon clan can last. It is impossible for them to keep hitting the Hanging Temple Array like this, but we also need to make a new plan."

The Great Elder nodded.

Wang Fuqiang glanced at the battle situation ahead and said to Hongling: "You can resist here for a while now, I will discuss with the managers of other sects."

Hongling nodded and said, "Lend me some real blood and leave Baizhi."

Wang Fuqiang was stunned, then nodded, took Bai Zhi down and handed it to Hongling, and found something to bleed directly, almost a bowl.

Wang Fuqiang was also a little helpless about this.

Since I started practicing, especially after entering the sword energy mountains and rivers, I seem to have been bleeding constantly.

First, he had to use his essence and blood to warm up five flying swords. That period was a torture for Wang Fuqiang, and then he had to bleed to Bai Zhi, because Hongling said that his blood could help her recover as soon as possible. Before, he was in the underworld because of the giant tree, he had to bleed, because of the suppression of the heavenly way, and now he still had to bleed to resist the demon army...

Wang Fuqiang didn't know how much blood he had to release.

However, this time, it was indeed the biggest one for Wang Fuqiang, and even Hongling was a little surprised.

After Wang Fuqiang released the blood, he took out the Dragon Broken Sword and handed it to Hongling directly, and then said to the Great Elder: "Call the heads of all the sects."

After saying that, he walked directly to the Hang Kong Temple Hall behind him.

Soon, a powerful sect gathered directly in the main hall of the Hanging Temple, and even the old abbot of the Hanging Temple was among them.

After seeing that everyone was here, Wang Fuqiang spoke directly: "You have seen the situation now, so only by uniting the upper and lower levels can we block the offensive of the underworld."

Everyone nodded and expressed no objection.

Wang Fuqiang looked at the old abbot of the Hanging Temple and said, "The abbot also saw that if we continue to hold on, our current power will never be able to stop the attack of the underworld. Instead, we will all fall here. Here, there are similar foundations of the major sects of the Sword Qi Mountain and River. If they all fall, it will be a huge loss for the Sword Qi Mountain and River."

The old abbot frowned and nodded, "Does Master Wang have any countermeasures?"

Wang Fuqiang said directly: "The only way now is to see when the underworld stops the attack. I guess that such an attack should not last long, and the underworld should retreat, but the next attack will definitely be more fierce. Maybe it will directly destroy the Hang Kong Temple guarding formation in one fell swoop."

Everyone nodded.

Wang Fuqiang continued: "Now we can compete with the underworld army, relying on the formation of the monks of the Hanging Temple. Once this formation is broken, everyone can only fight against the underworld army. At that time, the casualties will only be a hundred times that of today. Tens of thousands of sword cultivators will probably be flooded by the underworld army in less than a day. So..."

He paused, glanced at everyone in the hall, and then said, "So we can only withdraw from the Hanging Temple."

All the strong men of the sect nodded, expressing their agreement with Wang Fuqiang's method, and many sects have actually made such plans long ago.

The old abbot frowned.

For him, or for every monk in Hanging Temple, Hanging Temple is the last barrier, the gate of the sword energy mountains and rivers. This gate must not be opened, because once this mouth is opened, it is like the gate of the underworld. At that time, all the demons and monsters in the underworld will pour into the sword energy mountains and rivers without restraint.

At that time, these monks on the mountain could still escape or fight with their cultivation, but those people at the foot of the mountain were really dead.

Wang Fuqiang continued: "I know the old abbot's idea. Now that we withdraw from the Hangkong Temple, we will indeed cause harm to the people at the foot of the mountain around the Hangkong Temple, but this is impossible. The underworld has been dispatched, and the Hangkong Temple is destined to be unable to defend it. If we stick to it, we will never wait for reinforcements to arrive. At that time, the Hangkong Temple will still be lost, and the mountain will still be submerged by the Underworld. Without these sect monks, there will be no one in the Underworld to stop it. At that time, the life will be lost, all the creatures in the entire sword energy mountain and river."

When the strong men of various sects saw that the old abbot was still hesitating, they spoke out: "What Master Wang is right is that the Hanging Temple cannot be guarded anymore, because it is completely meaningless."

The old abbot shook his head and said, "You can withdraw, but the monks in Hanging Temple must never leave Hanging Temple."

Wang Fuqiang was stunned and frowned and said, "Why is the old abbot doing this? Sacrifice some people and save most of them. This does not go against the purpose of the Hanging Temple."

The old abbot clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! I'm sure I know what Master Wang said, but there are creatures at the foot of the mountain. There is only one monk in the Hanging Temple who is still alive, so they must not be harmed by the demons. But in order to preserve the vitality and to prevent the sword energy of the mountains and rivers from being completely invaded by the underworld, Master Wang should take the others away first."

All the strong men of the sects looked at Wang Fuqiang.

Wang Fuqiang is really having a headache now.

If all the people in Xuankong Temple fall here, they can indeed give them many opportunities, but this is of little significance. Instead, it will make Jianqi Shanhe passive in the subsequent battle. After all, there are so many strong people who sacrifice in vain, which is a huge loss for Jianqi Shanhe.

He exhaled a long sigh and said, "In this way, the Hangkong Temple continues to guard. Other sects are responsible for the evacuation of the people below the mountain. First, send the people here to the east, then go down the mountain first, and then go up the mountain. The old abbot thinks this is feasible?"

The old abbot was stunned, thought for a while, and nodded, "This is also a way, but if you want to send so many people away, you can't do it in the short term."

Wang Fuqiang nodded and said bitterly: "So it's a little bit to be sent away, and I will let the disciples of Yunling Sect disperse and seek help from other sects, so as to send most of the people to Xuanyang Sect before the Hanging Temple is completely compromised."

The old abbot bowed to Wang Fuqiang and said excitedly: "I have thanked Master Wang for the people below the mountain."

Wang Fuqiang said bitterly: "You can be so fearless of life and death in Hanging Temple. It is also our duty to do something within our ability."

He looked at the powerful people from the major sects in the hall and spoke, "Do you have any objections to this decision?"

Everyone frowned.

If we really follow Wang Fuqiang's method, we will face huge dangers if the Hangkong Temple can be defended, because transporting the people at the foot of the mountain to Xuanyang Sect, even if using the spiritual boat flying sword, is a big project, and it is no easier than staying in Hangkong Temple to deal with the underworld army.

Moreover, once the Hanging Temple is broken, they will be completely dispersed and it is impossible for them to withstand the impact of the underworld army.

They really couldn't understand why Wang Fuqiang had to make such a decision.

For some people at the foot of the mountain, is it worth it?
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