At this moment, the sect leader has returned to the martial arts immortal island, through the performance of Zhun Ti, the sect leader knows that the catastrophe of the gods has begun, and Hongjun is obviously deliberately avoiding himself, then there are only two reasons, either as the original history, it is the catastrophe of Taoism, Hongjun is unwilling to interfere by himself, resulting in too big variables, or this catastrophe is completely different, it should be the catastrophe of all monks, so that the more passive he is, the more beneficial it is to several other great sects, and the more beneficial it is to Hongjun.

It's a pity that Hongjun doesn't know that he already knows about this catastrophe, but it's a pity that he didn't use the biggest bug of the gods, and he doesn't know how Hongjun plans to deal with himself, as long as he can't contain himself, even if several other major sects join forces, it is impossible to beat his own sect.

After thinking about it, the sect leader recruited ten third-generation disciples and went straight to Beihai.

The human race near Beihai, a total of seventy-two princes, headed by Yuan Futong, has now been fighting with Wen Zhong, the Taishi of the Shang Dynasty, for more than five years, although there are many defeats and few victories, but Wen Zhong is firmly contained here, unable to return to the court.

Wen Zhong, sit down the ink unicorn, hand to make the male and female whip, this person was a child who had apprenticed to the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit of Biyou Palace, after learning for 50 years, he went down the mountain to assist Emperor B, and then was the minister of Emperor Yi Tuogu, the important minister of the king, and the position of the pardon of the Grand Master.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Wen Zhong is convening all the generals to discuss countermeasures, but everyone has no good way, so Yuan Futong is not afraid, but at every critical moment, there is always a golden light to protect his army from the battlefield, even Wen Zhong is helpless with that golden light.

Suddenly, a small school outside the tent came to report, and more than ten strangers came from outside the gate to see and hear the master.

Wen Zhongde reported that he was calculating for a while, but it was good news, and he led the generals to meet him in person.

After a while, Wen Zhong led the crowd to Yuanmen, raised his eyes and looked carefully, and was immediately taken aback, all blamed the little school for his shallow knowledge, what kind of stranger is this, it is clearly a monk of the martial arts sect, and his identity has been proved just by virtue of the clothes that are completely different from those of the Honghuang monk.

I saw a person in front of him, wearing black gold-rimmed boots, white trousers, wearing a white sleeveless vest, a black sleeveless vest inside, a purple-gold belt around his waist, a solid arm exposed, a black wrist guard between the two bowls, and a black martial arts character on the front sleeve of the left chest, giving people a clean and neat feeling, but without losing the fierce and turbulent atmosphere. There were ten people standing behind them, all dressed in the same way, except that their clothes were all orange, embroidered with claws on their chests, and there were eight golden stars on their belts.

Except for the first person, the others are all third-generation disciples of the Martial Arts Sect, and if you think that the first person is at least a second-generation disciple, you must know that the second-generation disciples of the Martial Arts Sect can defeat the second-generation disciples of the Daomen, that is, the personal disciples of various saints.

There is one thing that Wen Zhong has always remembered, when his master Jin Ling Our Lady once said, in this desolation, you can offend all forces, but when you meet the disciples of the martial arts, it is best not to be an enemy of them, the disciples of the dignified saints are so afraid of the martial arts, which aroused Wen Zhong's great curiosity, and he inquired into many ways and learned a lot of secrets about the martial arts, and then Wen Zhong lowered his posture and said respectfully to the person in advance.

"What are the seniors doing here?"

"There is no him, but he is here to solve the problems of Master Wen!" replied the man first.

This person is none other than the sect leader himself, as for why he came in person, but because of this trip, Buddhism Zhun Ti will definitely appear in person, and the sect leader will come directly, why do you have to wait until the disciple is in trouble before making a move?

"The seniors can be called in the next Wenzhong, the Taishi is just a title in the mortal world, the seniors and the Taoist brothers, please follow me to the account to talk about it. ”

When Wen Zhong heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, but his attitude became more humble.

The sect leader sighed in his heart, Wen Zhong is not only clever but also knows how to behave, no wonder the mortal emperor trusts him so much, and the sect leader didn't say anything at the moment, and took his ten great-disciples and grandchildren, followed Wen Zhong and other generals straight to the big tent of the Chinese army.

Everyone came to the tent, and after the guests and hosts sat down, their own small school served fragrant tea, and after a greeting, Wen Zhong bowed his hand and asked.

"Senior, our army has been here for a year, and I don't know if there is a solution?"

Speaking of this, someone is about to ask, why Wen Zhong didn't come back to intercept the sect and ask for help, in fact, it is easy to understand, disciples with poor qualifications like Wen Zhong are mostly registered disciples, and it is the limit to be able to enter the first-class immortals, since the immortal path is hopeless, most of them will choose to come to the world to enjoy wealth and nobility, so the affairs of the world, even if the other party obviously has a monk to fight against, out of the scope of human affairs, it will not disturb the master as a last resort.

Some people will also ask, now that it is a great tribulation of the gods, how can the abnormalities not be reported to the master, this is better understood, Wen Zhong's disciples are countless for the sect, one more is not more, one less is not less, how can such a thing as a god be specially notified to Wen Zhong, I am afraid that these are the cannon fodder of the catastrophe.

"This matter is simple, tomorrow, you directly lead the army to call the battle, and then I will help you break the spell of the other monk. The sect leader replied easily.

"That's fine, tomorrow's things will all depend on the power of the predecessors. Wen Zhong praised happily.

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Wen Zhong's army began to light a fire to cook, and after the soldiers were full of food and drink, he led the Shang Dynasty's 200,000 troops to rush to Heishui City, where Yuan Futong and other seventy-two princes were located.

After half a pillar of incense, the army of the Shang Dynasty has already approached the city, and after the preparation of a siege equipment, Wen Zhong directly ordered people to go to Heishui City to call the battle, but no matter how Wen Zhong called the formation, the side of Heishui City did not have the intention of half dividing into the enemy, Wen Zhong glanced at the calm and relaxed sect leader behind him, and his heart was ruthless, and he ordered the army to start attacking the city.

When the Shang Dynasty soldiers carried ladders, pushed carts and other objects to a hundred steps away from Blackwater City, a golden light rose, blocking the way of the Shang army, and there was a burst of laughter from Blackwater City.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong turned his head to look at the sect leader, but was signaled by the sect leader not to be impatient, only to see the sect leader say to a person beside him.

"Xuanlie, you went to break that golden light. ”

Xuan Lie, as his name suggests, is a big man, his hair is even more ferocious, Xuan Lie's legs are slightly bent, and the next moment he is already like a humanoid cannonball, heading straight for the golden light cover.

"Burst Punch!"

With Xuan Lie's burst, his right fist burst out with fire, slamming into the golden light mask, only to see that after the light mask shook for a while, the spider web-like cracks quickly appeared, and the sound of clicking and cracking continued, and in an instant, with a loud bang, the light mask completely burst open, turning into flying ashes, and somewhere in Blackwater City, a bald monk suddenly spurted blood from his mouth and fell to the ground.