A battle letter was sent to Wen Zhong.

"Conventional warfare?"

Wen Zhong's snow-white lying silkworm eyebrows moved, his eyebrows opened and closed, and his eyes shot a heroic light, "The old man will be afraid that you won't succeed!"

This is Wen Zhong's decision.

As the war book says, abandon all immortal powers, soldier against soldier, general against general, duel between male and female.

Jiang Ziya has Jiang Ziya's calculations, and Wen Zhong also has Wen Zhong's calculations.

Abandon all the power of the Immortal Dao, he has never made a move, Xiao Xiong can't make a move, even his two disciples can't make a move, and there are more people who can't make a move when the other party can't make a move, especially Yun Zhongzi.

Yun Zhongzi put too much pressure on him, and he didn't know the existence of the golden robe, even if he knew, it was useless, the golden robe only protected the bear, he wouldn't be nosy, especially in the case of Shiji's retreat, he couldn't wait to be a man with his tail between his legs, and no one could see him.

Jiang Ziya and Wen Zhong's final fateful battle began.

A purely mundane war, many people watched from the wall.

The immortals who watched from the wall became more and more silent day by day.

They had never realized that a war between mortals could have been fought so fiercely, so tensely, and so shockingly.

They watched quietly, one by one, each time, their Dao hearts would tremble, either because of one person, or because of countless people.

Countless times they can't help but want to take action, save someone, save those people, they want to save people, not kill people.

Standing on the battlefield like an outsider is another experience, another kind of heart-to-heart forbearance.

There are not many people who can do it calmly, and on the battlefield, between life and death, who can not be moved.

There are so many people who can sing and cry, they are all ordinary before this, and they have no names after they die, but many of their faces have entered the hearts of immortals, many of them are not good-looking, but they are really good-looking, that kind of heat, that kind of fearlessness, that kind of bravery, they are really a group of very lovely people.

Their dark and bloodstained faces are much cleaner than many immortals, and their clean eyes are much purer than many immortals.

So in the end, more and more people were silent, and many didn't even dare to look at it, their faces were already snow-white, and their Dao hearts were already uneasy.

There is no one who can sublimate and return to peace in the moving like Ishiji.

Even cloud neutrons can't do it.

He will sigh.

And Ishiji will not.

This war of 400,000 people was fought for a year, and Wen Zhong won first and then lost, and still lost.

Many people who were watching the battle outside the battlefield kept their eyes open.

Because they knew it was going to begin, the War of the Gods.

Wen Zhong's troops were defeated and retreated in the direction of the Wandering Soul Pass.

"Go!"

The people of the South Pole waved the dust, and a mountain in Xiqi rose from the ground and landed in Donglu, just on the way of Wen Zhong's retreat.

A white cloud fell on the mountain, and the name of this mountain is Juelong Ridge.

The Taoist's name is Yun Zhongzi.

Jinao Island, in front of the gate of Biyou Palace, Our Lady of Jinling kneels.

It's been three days.

The gate of Biyou Palace slowly opened.

The water and fire boy came out and said, "The master let you in." ”

Our Lady of Jin Ling kowtowed, got up, and walked into the gate of Biyou Palace.

Biyou Palace is very deserted, the palace lights are hanging high, and the water is bright.

The Tongtian Sect Master sat high on the cloud bed, his sword in his knees.

The green robe was black-haired, very cold, like a sword in his hand.

"The disciple visits the teacher, and the teacher is shengshou. ”

Jin Ling bowed and touched the ground with his head.

A soft sigh, "Get up." ”

Jin Ling got up.

The Tongtian Sect Master spoke: "Wen Zhong is different. ”

Jin Ling bowed, and said in a slightly low voice: "Disciple knows. ”

"If you know, you shouldn't be like that. ”

Jin Ling was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "But I am his master." ”

This time, it was the turn of the Tongtian Sect Master to be silent.

After a long time, the Tongtian Sect Master said: "His bond with Yin Shang is too deep, you can't save him." ”

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit fell to her knees again, touched her head to the ground, and said nothing.

Silence returned to the Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Master's eyebrows frowned slightly, and finally waved his hand, he was not a strict teacher.

"Go ahead. ”

The voice of the Tongtian Sect Master was a little helpless.

Our Lady of Jin Ling's heart trembled, her eyes were slightly red and hot, and she knew that she was relying on the teacher's tolerance.

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit kowtowed heavily.