The demonized monks turned into black gas and disappeared, but the remaining ones had lost the courage to try to escape.
They stood on the stone steps and wailed loudly, but because of what had happened earlier, they did not dare to cross the line.
There were more than a thousand monks in the heavenly Dao temple, but at least a hundred had died today.
There were still many people who were not dead. They were all squeezed on the stairs, reaching out to the red-browed monk and begging him to save them.
In the eyes of the red-browed monk, the countless waving hands were like terrifying tentacles. It made him tremble and retreat subconsciously.
"Senior brother ..."
The red-browed monk muttered to himself as the old monk's words appeared in his mind.
"Something big has happened to the heavenly Dao temple, they can't be saved."
“.. Choosing the monks in the temple ... Don't break the inheritance ..."
