Compared with the disciples of the three religions, monks outside the three religions are casual cultivators and belong to the oppressed class.
If you don’t believe it, you can take a look and see who, other than the apostate Ran Deng, has taken away the magic weapon of the cultivator during the Great Tribulation of the Gods.
Even if you kill the Jiejiao monks, you can't possess their magic weapons. That's not allowed.
The casual cultivators are not included in this category. Once they have their magic weapon, they will occupy it. The sky is huge and the earth is not as big as a fist. In the prehistoric era, the fists of the three religions are the biggest. How can the casual cultivators without roots and roots go anywhere?
Redress injustice everywhere.
Wang Xu pondered for a long time, wondering if there was such a good thing among the gods.
No more. Conferred God is the home of the three religions. There are very few casual cultivators who appear. The few casual cultivators are either too high in cultivation or have poor magic weapons. There are only fat sheep like Xiao Sheng.
Further up, Kong Xuan and Lu Ya were also considered casual cultivators, but their cultivation levels were too high and their abilities were extraordinary. Wang Xu could not do anything about them.
Regret, very regret.
Wang Xu shook his head, thinking that he didn't know when he would encounter such an opportunity to make a fortune next time.
Juelong Ridge
"Where is ahead?"
In a panic, Wen Zhong led his men and horses to fight repeatedly with Xiqi's pursuers. They fought back and forth until the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and they didn't know where they were.
After hearing Wen Zhong's order, one of the generals took out the map, looked around carefully and said, "Master, we are going south. This place is called Juelong Ridge."
"Juelong Ridge?"
Wen Zhong's complexion changed drastically. He went down the mountain to assist the Yin Shang Dynasty that day. Before leaving, his teacher had given him instructions.
The hexagram shows that he will not be able to encounter the word Jue in this life, otherwise his life will be in danger.
Now that he has retreated to Huangling Ridge, this mountain range is called Juelong Ridge. Could it be that this place is his final destination?
Wen Zhong rode Mo Qilin, opened the third divine eye between his eyebrows and looked forward. He saw majestic mountains, mountain peaks, deep and steep streams, and they were inherently dangerous.
Looking to both sides, the surrounding cliffs are steep, with strange pines and cypresses like dragons and pans. The mountains are covered with clouds and mist, and the top of the mountain reaches nine layers of clouds. It is actually a dead end.
"Kill, don't leave Wen Zhong!"
After watching for a while, there was another killing sound coming from behind.
Wen Zhong seemed to have lost his soul for a moment, and said in a daze: "I have traveled all over the world and fought hundreds of battles, big and small, without losing a single one. This defeat is not because my skills are inferior to others, but the building is about to collapse, and it is difficult to hold up even a tree.
Life is not something you can force."
"Grand Master, Xiqi's pursuers have arrived behind you. Grand Master, please leave quickly, we will resist them in the future." Hearing the shouts of killing getting closer and closer, the deputy general supported Wen Zhong's arm and said goodbye with tears.
Wen Zhong sighed, closed his eyes, and shook his head slightly: "This place is in danger, and these soldiers and horses are the most sophisticated soldiers in Chaoge. If I leave them, where can I go?"
I am a skilled soldier and have served three generations of kings of the Yin and Shang Dynasties. I made an oath the day I came down from the mountain. The soldiers will be there and the soldiers will be dead. Since I am at the end of my rope, let me lead the troops to fight again and kill more Xiqi traitors to give to the court.
Please allow more time for preparation."
After saying this, Wen Zhong beat drums and gathered the generals, set up a military formation outside Juelong Ridge, and sent his troops to fight with Xiqi.
This battle lasted for three days and three nights.
On the first day, Jiang Ziya went into battle in person, with an apricot-yellow flag on his head and a magic whip in his hand, to fight Wenzhong in person.
On the second day, seeing that Jiang Ziya was unable to fight for a long time, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun took action, and the two of them besieged Wen Zhong.
On the third day, Wang Xu joined the battle group again and the three of them fought against Wen Zhong.
From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn, Wen Zhong fought bloody and bloody battles, with hundreds of wounds, big and small, all over his body. Old wounds were replaced with new ones, until the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry.
When Wang Xu saw it, he was the first to give up and retreat, then True Lord Qingxu Daode also withdrew, and then Jiang Ziya also withdrew from the battle.
Surrounded by three people, Wen Zhong looked around blankly and saw Xiqi flags scattered all around, and all his troops and horses had been wiped out.
"Teacher Wen Zhong, your innate thunder skills are indeed extraordinary. This time the three of us are even with you." True Lord Qingxu Daode showed admiration on his face. Wen Zhong was also in the middle stage of Golden Immortal, but he was able to do it with a single
Against three enemies, he has already won.
Wang Xu also nodded and said: "Old Master, you are a great master of the Yin Shang Dynasty and a master of thunder. We respect your loyalty to the Yin Shang Dynasty. If you can't bear the use of weapons, you can commit suicide."
Wen Zhong took a deep breath, feeling the depleted mana in his body, as well as the soldiers who died in Juelong Ridge, and said with a sad smile: "I, Wen Zhong, have led troops in battles all my life, and killed people without calculation. I didn't expect that the one who thinks most highly of me will instead
He is my opponent. Forget it, destiny has come to this, and there is no need to cry out. Your Majesty, Wen Zhong has gone."
After saying this, Wen Zhong summoned the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and hit his heavenly spirit head on.
Under the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, the body of the Golden Immortal, which had long been on the verge of collapse, was instantly shattered into pieces, and a bit of its true spirit went straight to the list of gods.
Halfway through, Wen Zhong's loyal soul became unwilling again and turned around and headed towards Chaoge.
When they arrived at Chaoge, they saw King Zhou lying in the wine pond and the meat forest, sleeping soundly with the beauty in his arms. Wen Zhong sighed and fell into King Zhou's dream.
To say that others dreamed of King Zhou, under the protection of the luck of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, even a saint would find it difficult to do so.
But Wen Zhong was different. He himself was a component of the Yin and Shang dynasties. Even the golden dragon of qi and luck did not stop him and allowed him to enter King Zhou's dream.
"Hey, why is the old teacher here?"
In the dream, King Zhou was playing with beauties on the star-catching platform, and was surprised when he saw Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong looked at King Zhou, thinking of the past, and bowed three times in the direction of the Yin Shang Ancestral Temple, and then said: "Xiqi is powerful, Wen Zhong has already died in Longling, this time he came with
Your Majesty bids farewell."
"take leave?"
King Zhou seemed not to have heard clearly and asked: "Where is the old master going? Are you coming back?"
Wen Zhong shook his head slightly and choked: "I can't come back."
King Zhou was puzzled and asked: "The old master's thunder magic can make him escape a million miles away. How come he can't come back?"
Wen Zhong just shook his head, and then he saw that the dream was blurred and the surrounding space was flickering. Knowing that King Zhou was about to wake up from his dream, he hurriedly warned: "Your Majesty, once Wen Zhong dies, Xiqi will march eastward, and Deng Jiugong, the commander of Sanshan Pass, can be adjusted
, as the marshal of the world's soldiers and horses, to resist Xiqi.
In addition, I studied under the Holy Mother of Jinling of Biyou Palace, but with my master's character, he would never go down the mountain to avenge me.
If Deng Jiugong wants to stop Xiqi, he must get help from the masters of Jie Jiao. Your Majesty can ask Shen Gongbao as an envoy to go to Luofu Cave in Mount Emei to find Zhao Gongming, a direct disciple of Jie Jiao, and ask him to lead Empress Sanxiao down the mountain to help.
Zhao Gongming hates evil and cares most about the disciples in the sect. When he heard that Shitianjun and I had fallen, he would definitely come to avenge us. Only with the help of Empress Sanxiao and Deng Jiugong leading the troops against the enemy, could we resist Xiqi
Soldiers and horses.”
At this point, King Zhou's dream was almost shattered.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong did not dare to stay, so he could only say goodbye with tears: "Wen Zhong is about to return. From now on, please take care of the dragon body, be close to virtuous ministers, and stay away from villains, otherwise the Yin and Shang Dynasties will be wiped out."
Click!!
King Zhou's dream was shattered. Wen Zhong saw this and no longer had any nostalgia. A bit of true spirit was on the list of gods.
"Grand Master, Grand Master?"
King Zhou woke up from his dream, feeling that he had had a nightmare, and was so horrified that he was covered in cold sweat.
In the wine pool and the meat forest, Liu Pipa, who was responsible for staying overnight, saw him. He quickly hugged King Zhou into his arms and asked softly: "Did the king have a nightmare?"
King Zhou looked around and saw that this was a wine pond and a forest of meat. His mind became clearer and he said breathlessly: "I dreamed that Master Wen Zhong died, so he came to ask me about the dream. The scene in the dream is vivid in my mind. Could it be that
Is the old master okay over there?"
Immediately, King Zhou told Liu Pipa what he had learned in the dream and listened to it.
Liu Pipa did not dare to make a decision after hearing this, and called Daji and Shen Gongbao again.
Shen Gongbao was a teacher of interpretation, so he immediately knew that this was a way to enter a dream. Then he heard that there was a change in Sishui Pass, and the Grand Master heard that Zhong was suspected to be dead, so he hurriedly used the qi-gazing technique to look at Chaoge's luck.
As soon as I saw it, I saw the golden dragon of luck from the Yin Shang wailing repeatedly, losing three points of its energy out of thin air. I couldn't help but say in horror: "No, the old master has died!"
"Really?"
King Zhou heard Shen Gongbao's exclamation and looked at him in disbelief.
Shen Gongbao nodded repeatedly. After receiving Shen Gongbao's affirmation, King Zhou screamed strangely and vomited blood in anger: "Xiqi traitor!"