The sunlight outside the tent was just right, with a little dust.

Wen Zhong stepped outside the tent step by step, and there seemed to be many phantoms around him, revealing various pictures.

‘In the future, I will call you a doctor and ask your teacher for advice in the future. The disciples will follow the teacher’s teachings and be a promising king.’

‘Teacher, see I can carry this tripod!’

‘Teacher, the disciples are so hated! They are so hated! The ministers colluded with princes, and the powerful and the secretly communicated with the poems! Could it be that the ancestors' foundation will be destroyed in the hands of the disciples!’

‘What should I do? I call it a lonely man and a widow who will really respect me three points?’

‘Teacher, how many fates does Da Shang still have?’

'teacher……'

'teacher……'

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Zhong was woken up from his death and looked at his disciple who had passed the spell on his side, showing a kind smile.

"How is the army ready?"

"The three armies are fully prepared and have already arranged the troops. You can get close contact with the Zhou army in one hour."

Wen Zhong nodded slowly, took the golden whip brought by the soldiers beside him, and turned over and jumped onto the back of the Mo Qilin.

"Let the drums be louder and you can't hear them!"

"yes!"

...

In the clouds, Li Changshou's paper Taoist sat quietly, lit a low table made of clouds and mist, took out a pot of Yaochi special wine, and drank it in the sky.

The world was full of slaughter, and the dark crowd seemed to thicken the earth seven or eight feet.

I don’t know who made the first shout, the sound of bowstrings, the sound of wheels, the strange beasts neighed, the horse’s hooves, millions of mortals roared together, and blood surged into the sky.

The war has begun.

Immortals are mixed with ordinary auras, flying swords kill their lives, and magic weapons are dazzling;

One by one, the generals were brave enough to be unstoppable. Groups of strong men waved heavy hammers and wiped out the enemy in front of them like a destruction.

The Shang Kingdom, Zhou Kingdom, Jie Jiao, and Xuan Buddhism, both sides used their own abilities, and the killing was difficult to distinguish.

Both sides have qi refiners like Wen Zhong who are deeply trapped in the mundane world. At this moment, they activate magic to kill the enemy regardless of their karma.

Nothing else, I lost my little immortal with the sound of "Immortal Master" and "Senior".

And like Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi, they are all chasing the Jie Sect Immortals and will not touch mortals.

Look at Wen Zhong, riding a black unicorn, his forehead was opened with a vertical eye, and a golden whip defeated more than a dozen immortals of the Chan Sect, and he was about to tear a gap in the Zhou army's battle formation.

Suddenly, when he heard the sound of thunder, Lei Zhenzi came from the left, his whole body was wrapped in lightning, and a Vajra stick stopped Wen Zhong steadily.

Wen Zhong actually ignited his soul directly, regardless of the chaos of killing;

The morale of the Shang army was greatly shocked, and the entire army was pressing forward. No matter how strange the Zhou army's formation was, no matter how sharp the traps in front of the formation were.

After half a day of fighting, blood flowed into a river.

At dusk, Xiqi City was broken.

The Shang army was red in their eyes, but the remnants of the Zhou army were quite tenacious, and they fought and retreated, surrounding the elite Shang army near the east gate of Xiqi City.

The subsequent remnants of the Shang army suddenly received Wen Zhong's order. With some confusion, they retreated their troops and retreated directly to the nearest pass.

But when they retreated, two large armies rushed outside Xiqi City, one south and one north, but the coalition of princes came just in time.

In Xiqi City, Wen Zhong led the remaining troops to fight to the death, his disciples had died in battle, and his beloved generals had died.

Mo Qilin was shattered by Yang Jian's punch.

The golden whip was shot away by Nezha's fire-tip gun.

The divine light shot out from Wen Zhong's forehead with his vertical eyes could not hurt Lei Zhenzi's wind and thunder wings.

The more than ten Qi-refiners of the Jie Sect who suddenly came to help were steadily stopped by the Immortal of the Chan Sect, and more than ten piles of catastrophes were added.

"Wen Zhong!"

Jiang Shang sat on the back of the strange beast, wearing white silk, and was protected by a strong man condensed by Taoist techniques for several layers. He held a wooden whip and shouted to Wen Zhong:

"You were originally an immortal from the outside world, why did you still help Emperor Xin to abuse him?

Now that I am in a state of death, why not just give up your armor and surrender! Nian You are loyal and kind, you can spare your life!"

"snort!"

Wen Zhong snorted coldly, and the hundreds of soldiers left behind him also glared at Jiang Shang.

"But the traitor! Why dare to speak wildly! Where is the Huang Feihu? Get out of here!"

Jiang Shang shouted: "If you don't know the number of days, you are stubborn and unscrupulous. That emperor Xin is cruel, unethical, untrustworthy, and unwilling to be honest! King Wucheng could not bear it, so what's wrong with coming to Zhou State to join the wise ruler?

Could you not know that Emperor Xin was drunk and intended to bully King Wucheng's wife? He even forced his wife to jump off the high building!"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Wen Zhong's eyes were filled with sadness and raised his head and cursed:

"What is this matter? You and I know very well what the Qi Refiner are doing!

Emperor Xin's harem is just a few concubines. If he is really a greedy woman, why would he be like this?

Huang Feihu!

You really deserve your majesty’s respect for you, and you deserve the word “martial arts” on your shoulders!”

"The way is different, and we don't plan for each other."

Jiang Shang held up the wooden whip in his hand and was about to fall to Wen Zhong.

"Let's wait!"

With a low shout, a sound of armor rubbing, Huang Feihu rode a five-colored divine cow, turned over from the cow's back, lifted up the hem of the robe, and slowly hit the ground with one knee.

"Flying Tiger defeated the Grand Master, but he will not defeat the King!"

Wen Zhong was so angry that he cursed: "You rebel!"

Huang Feihu arched his hands, his eyes slowly closed his eyes with a little pain: "Feihu, send the Grand Master a journey."

Wen Zhong smiled miserably, and his anger faded a lot. He looked around and glanced at a group of divine generals in the Zhou army, and a famous immortal named Chan Sect hiding in the Zhou army.

Great disaster, destiny.

"When will this destiny become a human being."

Wen Zhong murmured, with a little more tranquility in his eyes.

He suddenly looked angry, his figure suddenly rose, and he slapped Huang Feihu with a palm!

Suddenly, a fire surging from the side, and a red stone pillar appeared behind Wen Zhong. Chains appeared on it, forcibly pulling Wen Zhong back.

The fire dragon sticks out his tongue, and the fire light rises upright, causing many mortals to retreat continuously.

Wen Zhong's figure was immediately swallowed by the flames, and before there was any time to make a sound, it immediately turned into ashes.

A ray of residual soul overflowed from the fire and directly escaped into the void.

On the clouds, Li Changshou raised his hand a little, Wen Zhong's residual soul suddenly disappeared, and the divine power of the Venerable God Platform appeared for a moment of stagnation.

At the same time, in the Shang Palace in Chaoge City.

In the pink curtains, I hugged Di Xin, who was sleeping in the jade man, suddenly had a drop of cold sweat on his forehead and his eyes trembled slightly.

‘King, King...’

‘Tai Shi! Why are you wearing armor and armor withered?’

‘King, this is in a dream.

Old minister, alas, Old minister died in Xiqi City today, but the king does not have to be too sad. Old minister can still go to the Taichung of the Gods. He did not really die, but just returned to the fairy world.

To put it short, the old minister only has a moment of opportunity to rely on his dreams, and he has good strategies to govern the country and report to the king!

The old ministers have been betrayed by the sect and the master, but they are not willing to betrayed by the king. Please listen carefully and don’t miss a word.

The first strategy is to blame yourself, to inform Shang State and to review your own faults.

The death of the old minister is an opportunity. The king can blame the old minister for all his crimes. He said that the old minister used evil devils before, but now the torture can no longer suppress the princes and the powerful, but instead becomes the handle for them to say that the king has lost his virtue.

The second strategy is to gather businessmen and unite businessmen with themselves. What we did before is far from enough...'

In the dream, Wen Zhong said word by word, but it was quite clear.

The next morning.

Emperor Xin woke up and shouted "Taishi" three times, crying endlessly from the bed, even vomiting blood and fainting.

In the Taichung of the Gods, Wen Zhong stood quietly, looking at the familiar figures around him who were smiling and staring at him. He couldn't help but sigh, lowered his head and bowed.
Chapter completed!