Chapter 2102 Imperial Tomb, the End of the Holy Sect
Guan Wumian feels that the current Zhenwu Holy Sect, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, prefers to travel to the tiger mountains. Under the leadership of the sect leader Chu Yishan, it is almost deformed.
One living immortal is enough to destroy the Zhenwu Holy Sect, let alone those sects that are united with him.
Which one is not better than the current Zhenwu Shengzong.
I think back on how graceful the Zhenwu Holy Sect was back then, but it is a pity that the descendants are useless and have fallen to the current situation.
Seemingly annoyed by Guan Wumian's rebuttal, Chu Yishan snorted coldly.
He said directly: "Now we have a mortal enemy with the living immortal.
We have been chasing him for so many years, and now that he has grown up, how can he be willing to let us go?
Are you sure that as long as we sue for peace, he will be willing to end the matter?"
"Two, don't get excited. The living immortal hasn't come yet, so we are fighting among ourselves." Bai Heqing, the deputy sect leader next to him, quickly came out to stir up trouble.
"Old Bai, tell me, which one of us is right?" Chu Yishan asked directly.
Bai Heqing smiled and replied: "Actually, what you two said makes sense.
I think it's better than this. Let's admit our weakness first and seek peace to see what the other side's attitude is.
If they are willing to negotiate peace, that would be the best.
But if we don't want peace, it won't be too late for us to fight again.
It’s best to be prepared.”
"When seeking peace, you must also have an attitude of seeking peace," Guan Wumian said from the side.
"This matter happened because of your son. Then arrest your son first and wait until the living immortal comes to deal with him."
With a "pop" sound, the table in front of Chu Yishan was smashed into pieces with his palm.
He said sternly: "You want me to watch my son die in front of me, Guan Wumian, what are your intentions?"
Guan Wumian was not used to him either, and slapped him on the table in front of him. He stood up and said angrily: "I want to ask you again. Because of what your son committed, the entire Zhenwu Holy Sect will now be buried with him.
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You, the sect leader, still have the qualifications and face to continue being a leader."
"Calm down, both of you," the second elder next to him said with a smile.
"We are all family members, don't hurt the harmony.
Can the sect leader's son be spared first? If he can't even save his own disciples, what will the other disciples of the sect think?
It’s better to wait until the living immortal comes and see what he wants, and then we can talk about it.”
Guan Wumian took a deep look at the second elder.
This second elder has always been on the same side as the sect leader, and has always wanted to take his place as the elder.
The sect master is definitely not willing to hand over his son. This is a dead end.
Guan Wumian suddenly felt tired. The current situation could not be calmed down even if Chu Yishan's son was handed over.
Not to mention there is no sincerity at all.
But if a strong one is used, this is not Guan Wumian's original intention. In the face of a powerful enemy, our own people cannot be in chaos.
"Since you all think it doesn't matter, I won't say more.
No one will die, but fighting for the sect is a worthy death."
Guan Wumian stood up and walked out a little frustrated.
………
"Brother Zimo, we have to go in," Lin Ruhu said angrily after hearing the conversation between these people.
"With these people here, how can the Zhenwu Holy Sect develop?
I really don’t know how the patriarchs of this generation are elected.”
"Originally, I wanted to reveal my identity directly, but now it seems that there is no need to worry," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Some people still have to die, otherwise even if the living immortals are eliminated, the Zhenwu Holy Sect will still not be able to develop."
"I think Guan Wumian is pretty good," Lin Ruhu said.
"My dad is definitely the best," Guan Xingshu, the kid next to him, said quickly.
After Guan Wumian left Eternal Peak, it seemed that he did not go back, but walked in another direction.
"My father must have gone to the Imperial Tomb," Guan Xingshu said.
"Imperial Tomb?" Lin Ruhu asked.
"What is that place?"
"The Zhenwu Holy Sect has one sect and five emperors. The ancestors have led this sect to its peak.
The Imperial Tomb was specially built by the sect to commemorate our ancestors."
Although Guan Xingshu is young, he understands everything.
"I have only been to the Imperial Tomb once. There are the true bodies of the five ancestors there. Every year on the day when the five ancestors become emperors, the sect will go to worship them."
"Follow us and take a look," Xu Zimo said.
After crossing the Eternal Peak, in fact, the Zhenwu Holy Sect today has changed a lot compared to the beginning.
The territory controlled by the sect is much smaller, although the sect still has statues of gods evolving, cranes roaring, and dragons swimming in the sea.
But under this peak of prosperity, it is inevitable that people will see decline, and it will continue to decline.
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The Imperial Tomb, a long time ago, was highly valued by the sect, but today, a layer of dust has fallen around the Imperial Tomb.
It was a very grand hall, with flying dragons and carvings, mythical beasts as tiles, spiritual grass as walls, golden pillars as dragons, and the door as a phoenix.
Guan Wumian came here alone and slowly walked into the main hall.
The layout here is very simple.
In the middle are the statues of the five great emperors, which are the true forms of the great emperors that the sect spent great efforts to create.
Guan Wumian has grown up listening to the legends of the five great emperors.
In front of the five true bodies of the emperor is a very spacious altar.
Guan Wumian lit incense and offered incense to the five great emperors respectfully. This is called incense, just like mortals imagining gods and worshiping gods.
For immortal cultivators, their emperor is like a god, and incense must be given to the emperor.
After offering the incense, Guan Wumian knelt down and began to speak.
"The ancestors are invincible, but the descendants are incompetent. The magnitude of this turmoil makes people feel desperate. I hope that the ancestors have spirits in the upper world and can protect the Holy Sect through this disaster safely."
After praying, Guan Wumian was ready to leave, but he looked at the dust in the hall.
He calmed down again and began to sweep the dust inside.
He didn't use any methods to cultivate immortality, for fear of disturbing the peace of the hall, he just took a broom and swept it calmly.
The emperor's tomb is covered in dust. Isn't this the beginning of the decline of the Zhenwu Holy Sect?
The glory of our ancestors is no longer taken seriously.
Suddenly, Guan Wumian heard the sound of footsteps.
He frowned slightly, there were still people coming to the Imperial Tomb at this time.
You should know that except for worship days, ordinary people are not eligible to enter.
Moreover, his spiritual consciousness was unable to sense the other party's existence. If the footsteps hadn't sounded, he wouldn't have even noticed it.
During this period, the Zhenwu Holy Sect was at the center of the storm, and he himself was frightened.
"Who?" Guan Wumian shouted softly.
"Dad," Guan Xingshu's voice sounded at this time, and he ran over quickly.
Guan Wumian was stunned, "Xing'er?"
Looking towards the door of the main hall, I saw Xu Zimo and four others walking in slowly.
Except for his son, the other three faces were all unfamiliar faces, but when his eyes fell on Xu Zimo, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
