[Amnesty to the world, celebrate? Why! 】

[Don't say that I just want to self-immolate and become holy, even if Feng Ming Xiqi, this king will not amnesty the world! ] What are you kidding, killing someone, going to jail, and letting go with some heavenly vision? And what about the people who were killed? What will those relatives who don't kill their relatives think? 】

[Hey, why are you thinking about this, let's think about it, how can I fool the past with this Fengming Dynasty Song! ] 】

Miscellaneous pictures flashed through Di Xin's mind, pulled the queen, and returned to the palace with a heavy heart...... Feng Ming Chao Ge, my TM mentality really collapsed!

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Chaoge political affairs, let's not mention it for the time being, let's focus on Beihai first!

After leaving from Jinao Island, Wen Zhong took the five people of Our Lady of Jinling, Sanxiao Niangniang, and Zhao Gongming to the army together.

Of course, due to the special identity of the five people, none of them showed up, but with the effect of the Mixed Yuan Jin Dou being able to conceal their figures, they secretly followed the army and waited quietly.

Halfway through, Bixiao wanted to sneak down to help Wen Zhong's nephew many times, but was suppressed by her sister Yunxiao, but she just quietly watched Wen Zhong attack the city and beat the Beihai army to the ground, and she couldn't stop the edge at all!

On this day, the alliance of the Beihai princes was designed by Wen Zhong again, and tens of thousands of people were lost...... In Beihai City, all the princes sighed and sighed, and they had long lost the vigor they had just rebelled in!

"Yuan Futong!"

One of the viscounts couldn't help it, got up and roared: "Didn't you say that this rebellion is simple? At least a dozen cities can be plundered. But by now, our army is almost exhausted, are you trying to drive us to the death? ”

The fat man sitting on the main seat, that is, Yuan Futong, the Marquis of Beihai, was also full of sad lines...... When he first started the army, he was tempted by Western disciples. I thought they would make a move, but I didn't expect that until now, hundreds of thousands of troops have died, and they still haven't made a move!

"Shut up, I'm free to calculate!"

Glaring fiercely at the viscount who stood up, Yuan Futong looked at his right hand with an extremely unkind face......

"Maitreya Daisen,"

And on the seat on his right, there was a bald fat man sitting cross-legged: "You told me when you started the army, the luck of the great business is about to run out, and the business soup should be destroyed!" What do you say about the war now? ”

"Don't worry, Master Hou, my Western disciples never lie to me!"

Maitreya opened his eyes and replied with a big smile.

Yuan Futong raised his eyebrows slightly: "I don't know when Daxian will do it?" How to do it? ”

More than 100,000 people have died, and he has lost trust in Maitreya! As soon as he opened his mouth, although the words were still respectful, they were also like a forced question, piercing people's hearts!

"Master Hou, you should know that the Three Emperors and Five Emperors have an order, and the immortals are not allowed to use spells to mutilate mortals......"

"And how do you do it?"

Yuan Futong was a little angry, are you lying to me?

"No, no, no, don't worry." Maitreya shook his head again and again: "Although I am not allowed to attack mortals, monks are not among them. Master Hou, if the Great Shang army does not have Wen Zhong, can you lead the army to win? ”

"Without Wen Zhong, heh, those armies are a bunch of local chickens and dogs, which can be destroyed at will!"

Yuan Fuxin replied heartily, and a big smile bloomed on Maitreya's face again: "Then after tomorrow's battle, Hou Ye will never see Wen Zhong again!" ”

"Good! I'll believe you again! ”

Yuan Futong glanced at Maitreya deeply and warned loudly: "If the truth is not as you say, then I will lead the army to surrender!" You must know that we were also seventy-two princes, and even if we surrendered, we would definitely be able to save our lives! ”

"Hou Ye, rest assured, in this battle, Beihai will win!"

Maitreya replied with a smile, and his words were full of affirmation and confidence!

.............

On the second day, Wen Zhong led the team to attack, intending to attack the city!

But when he led the army to the city, he was surprised to find that this time the Beihai army did not refuse to defend the city?! On the contrary, the gate of Beihai City was opened, and tens of thousands of troops lined up under the city, and it turned out to be a posture of a field duel with it?!

Such a strange picture suddenly made Wen Zhong feel a little uneasy in his heart...... Subconsciously, he pinched a magic decision, and Jin Ling and the others hidden in the sky immediately received the signal, opened their eyes in unison, and aimed their eyes at the battlefield!

"Wen Zhong, come out and answer!"

Under the city, Yuan Futong rode out of the ranks and yelled loudly in the direction of Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong gently pinched the ink unicorn under his crotch, and the unicorn stepped on the auspicious clouds, flew out of the army, fell from the sky, and landed on the battlefield!

"Beihai Hou, what are you looking for? Is it to surrender? ”

"Wen Zhong, we have been fighting for several days, and there have been countless casualties on both sides......"

"Stop!"

Wen Zhong interrupted Yuan Futong's words: "It's you who have been killed and injured countless times!" I am a big merchant army, and I have suffered very little losses! ”

Just a faint sentence immediately lifted the morale of the army!

"Big business! Big business! Big business! ”

The roar of hundreds of thousands of troops shook the clouds in the sky! The sky-high battle intent made Yuan Futong's face pale, and even the war horse under his crotch was terrified, and he couldn't help but take a step back!

Yuan Futong showed a look of resentment on his face, and when Wen Zhong didn't say that just now, he continued to say: "In order to avoid death and injury, do you dare to gamble with me?" ”

"Heh, why don't you dare?"

Wen Zhong said proudly: "How do you want to bet? ”

"Later, Ben Hou will set up a big array on the battlefield! If you can break through the battle alone, if you can break it within an hour, this marquis is willing to lead the seventy-two princes to surrender to you, and from then on, you can't afford to fight, and bow down! ”

"If you fail, I don't want much, retire! You can't lead the army to fight me anymore, how about it? ”

Wen Zhong raised the corner of his eyes, fighting array? It seems that what the king said in his heart, the disciples of the Western Sect, are going to make a move?

It's just that even so, what is he afraid of when he hears it?!

He is a personal transmission of the sect, and in the interception of the sect, the formation path is the most basic housekeeping skill!

"What am I afraid of, come quickly!"

Wen Zhong didn't have the slightest fear on his face, and responded loudly, with a high momentum!

"Okay, it deserves to be a great merchant master! Please! ”

Yuan Futong shook his horse's head and retreated into the camp...... A moment later, 8,888 sturdy sergeants walked out of the formation, all of them shaved their heads, revealing the dragon-like muscles of their upper bodies, like Arhat Vajra!

Then I saw these sergeants scattered all over the battlefield, and in less than a quarter of an hour, I saw that in the battlefield, countless mysterious formations appeared out of thin air, turning into a huge formation, covering half of the battlefield!

"Wen Zhong, dare to enter the battle!"

"Why don't you dare!"

Wen Zhong glanced at the formation, it was just the most ordinary Tai Chi Liangyi Formation, and he subconsciously wanted to shoot the Qilin when he entered the formation......

"Slow down!"

In the sky above the formation of the Great Shang Army, after a coquettish sound, a cloud appeared out of thin air...... In the next second, the clouds dispersed, and I saw a flower-feathered crow, a black tiger, and a flower-filled seven-spice car, carrying their respective owners, slowly falling!