"Kill !!" "Kill !!"

On the battlefield of Beihai, the 100,000 army of Yin Shang was fighting with Yuan Futong and other seventy-two princes, everywhere were stumps and broken arms, blood pooled into rivers, and terrible roars came and went!

"Hmph, Yuan Futong, if you surrender at this moment, there may be room for maneuver, and you will have to keep your life, otherwise once the army is defeated, you will not only be broken into thousands of corpses, but also punish the nine clans!"

Wen Zhong sat on the ink unicorn, holding a male and female whip in his hand, his three eyes glared together, and shouted at Yuan Futong.

"Don't be ashamed, Wen Zhong may not know who wins now!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Yuan Futong's mouth, and he didn't take Wen Zhong's threat in his eyes at all, especially when he thought of the terrifying characters behind him, his heart was even calmer.

"It's really unreasonable, I'm angry with me, a rebel and a thief, see if I don't beat you to death!"

Wen Zhong's eyes flashed with fierce light, and with a slap of the ink qilin, the third eye on his forehead shot out a few inches of white light, and with a shake of his hands, the male and female whips immediately burst out of an arm-thick thunderbolt, and "boom!" slashed towards Yuan Futong.

"Hahaha. Wen Zhong, in the past ten years, I don't know how many times you have used this magical power, but you can help me. I think you might as well cooperate with me to overthrow this Yin Shang Dynasty together, and then divide the territory and take charge of one side alone, wouldn't it be happy!"

Yuan Futong ignored the thunder that slashed across the sky, laughed wildly, and a light mask several feet large suddenly appeared on his body, flashing one by one "swastika" characters, and the thunder was wiped out little by little.

"Humph!"

Wen Zhong looked at the light mask that appeared on Yuan Futong's body, his eyes shrank slightly, this situation has been encountered many times, if it weren't for the protection of this light mask, Yuan Futong would have been killed by him countless times.

As a disciple of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, although he has no hope of becoming an immortal, he also knows that this is a supernatural power of the West, and Yuan Futong must have the shadow of the West behind him.

"Phew!"

Unable to hurt Yuan Futong, Wen Zhong immediately targeted the opponent's soldiers, and quickly pinched a few seals with both hands, using the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

"Boom!"

The monstrous flood, meteor-like fireballs, raised earth thorns, rebellious weapons, tenacious vines, and various five-element attacks immediately strangled towards the local army, instantly crushing the enemy's offensive, leaving corpses all over the ground.

"Kill !!"

Seeing the enemy's defeat and retreat, Wen Zhong seized the opportunity and immediately led his troops to rush forward, taking the opportunity to expand the results of the battle.

"Retreat, give me all retreat, as long as you retreat into the city, it's fine!"

Although he was defeated by Wen Zhong again, Yuan Futong did not seem panicked at all, even his soldiers retreated into his own city in an orderly manner. It's like I'm used to it.

"Hey!"

Wen Zhong saw that Yuan Futong and the others had retreated into the city, and immediately raised his right hand, ordered the army to stop advancing, looked at the light shrouded the entire city, and sighed helplessly.

Every time Yuan Futong is defeated, he will basically encounter this situation, this light mask is extremely tenacious, and it is okay to let the Yin Shang army sleep without sleeping, and attack for three days in a row.

"It's hateful, if it weren't for the Western monks who got in the way, I would have already exterminated Yuan Futong and the others, and the class master returned to the dynasty, where would it be delayed until now!"

Wen Zhong scolded angrily. Fortunately, the Western monks inside also seemed to have some scruples, although they always sheltered Yuan Futong, they never attacked the Yin Shang army, otherwise Wen Zhong himself would not have the confidence to be able to stop it.

"Well, there are Western sect monks in the city, and judging from the aura emanating, the strength seems to be about the same as mine!"

In the depths of the clouds, Shi Zhongjian stared at the city shrouded in light below, and a surging battle intent rose in his heart, and the ancient sword behind him was even more "clanging"!

Although there are many strong people in the flood wilderness, compared to the almost endless territory, it is extremely rare, and almost hundreds of millions of miles can not meet a single Da Luo Jin Immortal. And generally speaking, most of Da Luo Jin Immortals will stay in the cave to meditate, so Shi Zhongjian has been walking in the flood wilderness for more than ten years, but he has only encountered a few strong people, and there is only one chance to really fight, which is called how he completes the experience.

How could I let go of such a rare opportunity now.

......, "Hey, we can't go on like this, we must complete the expedition as soon as possible, the situation of Chaoge is urgent, if it really can't be done, we can only help the master!"

Wen Zhong was secretly distressed in the camp, there were more and more bad messages from Chaoge, he knew that he couldn't delay it anymore, but if he turned to the master for help, he didn't have a bottom in his heart, after all, he didn't even have the qualifications to preach the Heavenly Immortal Rank, even if he was popular, his status in the sect was not high.

"Master Qiqi, there is a Taoist with an ancient sword outside who bluntly wants to see you, and also says that he will help you solve your trouble!"

At this time, the goalkeeper hurried in and reported to Wen Zhong.

"Oh, there is such a thing, come with me to meet the people!"

Wen Zhong's eyes flashed, his face showed a hint of joy, and without saying a word, he immediately walked quickly outside the camp gate and received him in person!

"Dare to ask where is Youxian Township, who is the teacher, and Wen Zhong, a disciple of the Interception Sect, is here to see the salute!" Wen Zhong stepped out of the camp gate, and when he saw the sword in the stone, he immediately arched his hand and asked politely.

Shi Zhongjian saw that Wen Zhong treated him politely, and also introduced his identity and origin, nodded slightly and said, "I'm from Penglai Island!"

As for the question of who the teacher is, Shi Zhongjian did not answer Wen Zhong, not that Shi Zhongjian deliberately concealed it, but that Shi Zhongjian felt that his master was such a person, as an apprentice, he must at least reach the quasi-saint realm, so as not to be able to speak frankly about the relationship, so as not to lose the face of the master.

"Penglai Island?"

As soon as Wen Zhong heard this term, he was shocked, and his heart was turbulent. In the flood wilderness, there are a few monks who have never heard of Penglai Island, but the real giant figure in the flood wilderness, a word can cause the flood and the wilderness to shake, and even determine the fate of the entire human race to a large extent.

Could it be that this person in front of him has anything to do with the one on Penglai Island?

Wen Zhong thought about it in his heart, although he couldn't really determine the connection between Shi Zhongjian and Li Yi, he was already extremely polite to Shi Zhongjian, "Hahaha." With the help of fellow Daoists, I also believe that the enemy is about to be defeated! Wen Zhong politely took Shi Zhongjian's right hand and invited him to enter the camp to rest. At the same time, I was also greatly relieved in my heart, and finally found someone who could deal with the monks of the Quartet Sect, so that I didn't have to go to the sect to help.

"Please!"

Shi Zhongjian is a bold person, and he is not polite, so he directly entered with Wen Zhong.

(To be continued)