Wen Zhong's army at the foot of the mountain stopped moving, Wen Zhong separated the sergeants on both sides, hit the horse and came out, Chongjaw also patted the horse and slowly descended the mountain, and the two stood one zhang apart from each other on the mountainside.

Of course, Chongjaw and Wen Zhong are not the first time to meet, strictly speaking, Wen Zhong's age can be Chongjaw's elder and Chongheihu's grandfather, when Chongjaw was young, it was Wen Zhong's most glorious time.

Chongjaw obviously put himself in the position of the junior, and he took the lead in clenching his fists, saluting and saying, "Taishi!

Wen Zhong replied with a hasty salute and said with a smile: "Don't be bitter, the Northern Marquis is good at the art of war, Wen Zhong has one thing to ask, I don't know if the Hou Ye can tell him?"

"Please!" said with a smile on his head.

"The old man thought that there was no news leaking during the march, and it could be regarded as silent, why could the Hou Ye grasp the route of our army so accurately?"

Chongjaw thought that he had the chance to win, and he didn't mind telling the truth, "There are too few talents in the hands of the Taishi, who will lead the army in the south? The performance is too bad! Let me know a day in advance that the Taishi has made a detour, as for the route of the Taishi's army, it is not difficult to guess, after all, there are not many ferries to cross the Yellow River, hey, if the Taishi only brings 10,000 or 20,000 elites, maybe he can really drive to Linzi City without knowing it, but 150,000 people, even those immortals in the sky, can't move the Yellow River, right?"

Wen Zhong nodded, "Yes, how can 150,000 people be hidden? The old man is just trying his best, but he is just ...... The old man is very strange, since the Hou Ye knows that the national teachers of Lutai are with the army, why do they still have to resist stubbornly? Hehe, even if the 150,000 merchant army dies, Canglang County will not win?"

Chongjaw frowned and sighed, "Not bad...... When did the outcome of the war begin to be manipulated by these immortals? No way, the Taishi is surging, and the younger generations have to resist with all their might, and the victory or defeat is in the sky, but ...... , Taishi, dare to ask the imperial court if it really wants to destroy my Chongjia with the crime of 'killing the king'?"

Wen Zhong didn't speak, took out the will from his bosom and threw it to Chongjaw.

Chongjaw read the will with a gloomy face, threw it on the ground casually, and without saying anything, he went back to the mountain on horseback.

Wen Zhong sneered, shook his head, and also returned to the horse and went down the mountain, hiding in the middle of the military formation.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the Chongjia infantry on the top of the mountain slapped their shields with their swords, took a step, and ran down the mountain, behind Wen Zhong, the iron cavalry of Chonghei Tiger also began to line up, ready to give Wen Zhong's army the final blow.

"Kill!" The high-pitched roar of the Chonghei Tiger spread far away, and the earth-shattering roar of "Kill ——!" immediately echoed, and the iron horse began to run in small steps, adjusting its formation in the brisk running, and gradually accelerating.

The infantry that had been crushed from the top of the mountain was also gradually accelerating, reaching maximum speed when they pounced on the army at the foot of the mountain.

The approach of the enemy on both sides made the army formation tighten two circles again, and it became more and more tight.

The white clouds above the battlefield scattered a hazy blue light, like an invisible hand squeezing out the juice from the sky, under this cloud, within a radius of ten miles, the temperature plummeted, and the advancing soldiers were surprised to find that their exhaled breath was condensed into a white mist in the air, and the clouds in the sky were slightly flooded, quickly covering the sky above Bibo Mountain.

The oppressive aura revealed dark clouds and enveloped the audience. The galloping iron cavalry only felt that they had suddenly run from the human world into hell, from summer to winter, but it was like running from the human world to heaven: the temperature was so cold that they trembled wrapped in iron armor, and the breath of people and horses spewed out clouds of white mist, and people and horses seemed to pass through the white clouds.

When the cavalry rushed through two-thirds of the way, the cold reached a limit, only to see the clouds in the sky swirling and rolling, and four huge blue and hazy balls of light hung out of the clouds, exposing their hideous faces to the world, and before people could react, these four half-hanging balls of light in the clouds were like scales with broken ropes, and smashed down to Bibo Mountain!

The Chongjia infantry who were rushing downward on the mountain were attracted by this sudden change, and looked at this strange image that they had never seen or thought of, and stood dumbfounded, their consciousness blank, and they desperately accepted the judgment of the falling ball of light.

Chongheihu was so anxious that his eyes were red, and he beat the horses fiercely, speeding up suddenly, and roaring in his mouth: "Run!!Run!!Go down the mountain!Get out of the mountain——!!

His roar failed to make the Chongjia army on the mountain wake up, and the four major balls of light that rushed down stirred up a huge wind pressure, and a storm rolled down from the top of Bibo Mountain, and there were many grass and trees on the mountain, and the soldiers were all lying down, and their ears were filled with the wind roar like a ghost crying, and their limbs were crisp, and their minds were confused.

Chongjaw and Su Lun were still on the top of the mountain, they couldn't resist the wind pressure, they fell to the ground, Chongjaw gritted his teeth, and took out a milky white pearl from his arms with difficulty, which was left by the Venerable Master surnamed Zhu who came to the door to take Su Hu away when he was seven years old, and the Venerable Master surnamed Zhu was killed by Chongheihu's small gourd spitting out golden light, and his treasure naturally went to Chongjia's hands, and at the same time confiscated Heihu's small gourd. Strange to say, the gourd Chongjaw tried its best, but it couldn't even pry open the lid, and this white bead, as long as it was held in the hand, would emit a layer of milky white light mask, a circular light mask about six feet in diameter, to resist all pressure. Since then, Chongjaw has always carried it with him, and the reason why he still fights today, knowing that the merchant army is followed by the Venerable Master, is that he hopes to rely on this bead!

As long as you can withstand it for a moment, when Chongheihu's iron spear tears Wen Zhong's body, it will be the end of the war!

According to the practice of Lutai in the Shang and Zhou Wars, once the main general of the Shang army died, they would not take command on their behalf, but returned directly to Lutai.

At the top of Bibo Mountain, a milky white light suddenly bloomed, tenaciously and unyieldingly against the wind pressure, standing upright, like a moth rushing towards the bonfire, to meet the huge light wheel falling from the sky!

When the four ** light balls appeared on the sky, Wen Zhong visually measured the area covered by the light balls, and immediately ordered the army to retreat, away from Bibo Mountain, when the wind blew down from the top of the mountain, this catastrophe that fell from the sky completely destroyed the morale of the merchant army, and the 25,000 forbidden troops followed the wind and fled frantically in all directions away from Bibo Mountain.

Chongheihu no longer shouted, he lay on the horse, whipped desperately, urged the limit of the black horse under his crotch, and rushed straight towards Bibo Mountain.

The ball of light finally fell, coupled with the light marks dragged in the sky above them, as if the giant's big hand was ruthless **Bibo Mountain, and the small milky white light cluster on the top of the mountain was like an egg under a boulder, and it was not even qualified to make the ball of light pause, and the ball of light buried it into the belly of the mountain without hindrance.

Four large balls of light with a diameter of nearly 100 zhang were stuffed into Bibo Mountain, and there was silence for a moment, and at the moment when the ball of light smashed into the mountain, there was no sound at all, just like two unrelated shadows intertwined, the Chongjia army on the mountain was like a wooden carving, without the slightest reflection, and the merchant army that fled under the mountain fell to the ground at the same time, holding their heads in both hands, ready to bear the impact of the explosion.

For a while, only the roar of the hooves of the black tiger iron riding horse was left in the heaven and earth......

Several dazzling rays of light shot out from the mountain, and then, several, dozens, and even hundreds, countless dazzling rays of light shot out from the mountain in waves, and Bibo Mountain was like a broken green cloth covering the sun!

Where the four balls of light submerged into the mountain, four streamers of different colors pierced directly into the clouds, different from other rays of light from the mountain, these four streamers had big heads and thin tails, like four flying luminous orbs.

After Sizhu left, Bibo Mountain swelled up like a bubble, and the Chongjia Army that stood like a wood carving on the surface of the mountain instantly turned into ashes - they had already died, and when it swelled to the limit, Bibo Mountain exploded entirely, and I don't know how many sand and stones flew straight into the sky, covering the clouds and the sun, and then fell, forming a nightmare-like stone rain, killing countless merchant troops close to Bibo Mountain.

Chonghei Tiger reined in the reins of his horse at the moment before the explosion, and at the same time issued an order to the cavalry behind him to retreat and fight back at the merchant army behind him.

And when the earth smashed by the stone rain rushed up a pillar of crutches, the Chonghei Tiger shook the horse's reins again and rushed into the stone rain!

Wen Zhong and Zhang Jie were safe and sound. When Qingshan exploded and sand and rocks were flying, a strong shield covered them, as well as more than a hundred soldiers nearby, and more than 100 people quietly moved to the north according to Wen Zhong's order, taking advantage of the sand and stones falling and the black smoke and miasma.

"Wen Zhongxiu is leaving! Accept your life!" After an angry roar spread to themselves, everyone looked back and was shocked! The Chonghei Tiger actually picked up his gun and hit the flying stone and chased after him.

Zhang Jie was about to fight with his sword, but was stopped by Wen Zhong, Wen Zhong said calmly: "Don't pay attention to him, let's go ours, hurry!" With everyone, no longer hiding, speeding up, and running north. They have a shield with their bodies, they are not afraid of sand and stones, and they are very fast, while Chonghei Tiger controls the horse on the one hand, and pulls the stones on the other, and the sand and dust that they can't care about are all over their faces, and they are confused several times, and their breathing is becoming more and more difficult, and their speed is extremely slow, and they distance themselves from Wen Zhong and his party.

In the heavens, in the clouds. Nineteen monks gathered in the meantime, four of them sat in the clouds, it was Wang Mo, Yang Sen, Li Xingba, Gao Youqian, their hands interlocked, palms up, held on the lower abdomen, between the two hands floated this pearl, blue, yellow, black, white four colors, it is the four beads of opening the sky, opening the earth, one qi, and mixing yuan that Lu pressure gave them back then. Behind the four Wang Demons, there were five monks with similar costumes to the Wang Demons, who were also cultivators at the level of the national teacher, and those five people carried five big gourds on their backs, silently.

I only heard Wang Mo tell the other ten monks who were standing on the periphery, dressed in the Venerable Master's clothes: "Your master is embarrassed to deal with that kid himself, so you can do it for you, just force that kid back, remain invincible, so that the merchant army can leave some people, and you can barely set up camp, and you don't have to win!"

"Yes!" the ten Venerable Masters in different colors of clothing drew their swords and roared down towards the Black Tiger below.