The front line of the battle between the Shang army and the Zhou army.
The sky was gloomy, like the face of an angry child, as if it would turn completely dark at any moment.
The rain came down like a pouring water, soaking the magic weapons and armors of countless soldiers.
The faces of the soldiers who originally had normal faces slowly turned blue and white.
As time went by, the rain became heavier and heavier.
More and more soldiers' faces became abnormal and began to falter.
"thump"
One soldier fell to the ground dead.
Immediately afterwards, thousands of soldiers fell down like wheat.
Not long after, it spread like a plague to the seriously injured monk.
The military camp fell into chaos.
In front of the largest military tent, Wen Zhong, with messy white hair, stood in the rain, his face as sinking as water.
Of course he knew this was no ordinary rain.
But there was nothing he could do. In these days, not only the monks he brought from Chaoge were almost exhausted, but also most of the people who came to help from Jiejiao were dead, and everyone who was left was seriously injured.
"Ahem..."
Wen Zhong coughed violently and his body was shaking.
At this moment, a five-color light swept from the sky, blocking the strange heavy rain, and Yang Guan came to the world again.
Immediately afterwards, a peerless woman in white clothes floated over with colorful auspicious clouds at her feet.
"master"
Wen Zhong's face was filled with joy, which was then replaced by worry.
During this period, Jie Jiao came to help the Jinxian masters, but they all fell into trouble.
The Chan Sect, the Western Sect, and the Heavenly Court gang were all sanctimonious at first, looking like defenders of Taoism. Once they found that they couldn't beat them, they started fighting. If they couldn't, they would go back and call for others to bully the small ones.
Poor Jiejiao, I don't know how many outstanding people have died so tragically.
The Virgin Mary of the Golden Spirit descended from the sky, waving her hand and releasing a gentle light.
One by one, the dead soldiers opened their eyes again.
But within a few breaths, he closed his eyes again.
Our Lady of Golden Spirit tried it several times, but it was still the same.
"This is a collective spell cast by the Twelve Golden Immortals from the Zhou Army camp. Unless the magic power is higher than theirs, they will not be saved."
Wen Zhong explained.
"Are all the Twelve Golden Immortals here?"
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit frowned.
There are high-level spiritual treasures in Zhou Jun's camp to shield the energy. She doesn't know who is in Zhou Jun's camp.
"I came here when I was dealing with Sanxiao before."
Speaking of Sanxiao, anger flashed in Wen Zhong's eyes.
Sanxiao blocked everyone with his Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
About to win.
Yuanshi Tianzun, a saint of Taiqing, regardless of his status, used the big to bully the small, and ended up personally. Three Xiaos, two died, and one was captured.
"Since they are far stronger than you, why don't they just break the camp and kill you?"
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said in confusion.
"In order to attract more of my disciples to die"
Wen Zhong looked desolate.
It can be said that he indirectly killed these people.
"You can't do anything about it, just go back as a teacher."
Our Lady of Golden Spirit persuaded.
Although Wen Zhong was not her favorite disciple, she was not willing to watch her disciple die here.
"My disciple has received the favor of the country and cannot retreat in the face of danger. Moreover, so many of my fellow disciples have died trying to help my disciple. If my disciple is gone like this, can he still be considered a human being?"
Wen Zhong refused.
He was already determined to die.
At this moment, a hysterical cry of killing came from a distance, like a full-scale landslide, deafening.
Our Lady of Jinling raised her eyes and saw that countless soldiers, led by the monks, rushed out from the Zhou army camp.
On the periphery, the merchant soldiers who were not dead yet joined in the resistance and were quickly killed. Blood mixed with various kinds of pickles flowed all over the ground.
A moment later, several monks rushed into the chaotic merchant camp and launched a one-sided massacre on behalf of justice against the evil merchant soldiers.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit snorted, waved her sleeves, and killed these monks.
"return"
A deep voice came from the Zhou army camp.
Zhou Jun retreated like a tide.
"Mother of the Golden Spirit, you have practiced for millions of years to reach your current state. Why do you need to wade into this muddy water?"
The rich voice said.
Then, twelve senior Golden Immortal-level experts flew out from the Zhou army.
"Guangchengzi, you are besieging but not attacking, isn't it just to attract more Jie Jiao disciples? I am here as you wish, why bother to show off?"
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit sneered.
"What the Holy Mother said is wrong. The three religions are one family and are not differentiated from each other. If the disciples of Jie Jiao hadn't repeatedly assisted that unprincipled and foolish king, how could it have caused today's disaster?"
Guangchengzi said again.
"Don't say anything about those ignorant and deceitful men in front of me."
The Golden Spirit Mother is disdainful.
"It seems that you are determined to help that ignorant and foolish king."
Guang Chengzi sneered.
"Stop talking nonsense, who of you comes first?"
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and said directly.
"Our Lady's cultivation is profound. I'm afraid none of us can be your opponent."
Guang Chengzi opened his eyes and told lies.
Among the Twelve Golden Immortals, he and Yuding Zhenren were not inferior to the Golden Spirit Holy Mother in cultivation.
"Then come two by two."
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said with a cold face.
None of the twelve golden immortals moved.
"Don't tell me you want to beat me out of twelve. I'm really a good disciple of my second uncle."
Holy Mother Jin Ling was so angry that she laughed.
No wonder the war has reached this point and none of the Twelve Golden Immortals are on the list of gods.
Guangchengzi coughed and turned to look at everyone: "Which two junior brothers are willing to fight?"
"I"
"I"
Two golden immortals stood up.
"In this battle, senior brother and I will fight."
Master Yuding, the strongest among the Twelve Golden Immortals, stood up.
The two golden immortals who had been brave enough to stand up immediately retreated.
"Both of you are not inferior to my master, don't you think it's shameful if you two join together?"
Wen Zhong asked.
With a look from Master Yuding, Wen Zhong groaned and sat down on the ground.
"Okay, in this battle, Junior Brother Yuding and I will fight together."
Guangchengzi looked at the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit: "What is the will of the Holy Mother?"
"You have already decided, why bother asking me?"
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said coldly.
Guangchengzi and the Jade Cauldron Saint looked at each other and took action together.
One round, two rounds...twenty rounds.
The two of them were completely suppressing the Golden Spirit Holy Mother.
Guangchengzi was about to use the Fantian Seal to kill the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.
Zheng!
A cold light flashed.
"No, it's Uncle Tongtian's Qingping Sword."
Guang Chengzi quickly retreated.
Immediately following, Master Yuding who retreated vomited blood.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit held the Green Ping Sword that shone with the Saint's Law, and said with an indifferent expression: "You have lost."
"retreat"
The Twelve Golden Immortals returned to the Zhou army camp.
How could the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, who was almost beaten to death, give up and chase after her.
When she was about to kill one of the golden immortals with a sword, a pressure that suffocated her came.
"not good"
The Golden Spirit Mother immediately stopped.
Looking at the sky, his face suddenly turned ugly. A majestic middle-aged man was standing in mid-air.
It was none other than the leader of the Chan Cult, the saint, Yuanshi Tianzun.
She is not Cao Yi. If she attacks the saint, she will only die.
"Why don't you show me courtesy when you see me? This is what Junior Brother Tongtian taught you."
Yuanshi Tianzun said majestically.
The Holy Mother of Jinling took back the Qingping Sword, cupped her hands and said, "I've seen the second uncle."
"A saint's personal weapon is equivalent to one of the saint's hands. Since Junior Brother Tongtian has taken action, and I have taken action, there is nothing wrong with it."
Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly.
It’s true that like a teacher, like a disciple!
The Golden Spirit Mother sneered in her heart.
"Second Grand Master, when you and Grand Master killed Sanxiao before, my Grand Master didn't take any action."
Wen Zhongdao said.
"Those below Sanxiao who dare to attack me will deserve to die."
Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly.
"No matter what you say, the saint is right."
Wen Zhong was sarcastic.
"presumptuous"
Yuanshi Tianzun scolded.
But he didn't take action.
Wen Zhong has not yet died.
“No rudeness”
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit scolded.
Wen Zhong lowered his head.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said to Yuanshi Tianzun in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "What are you going to do to me, Second Master Uncle? Kill me or cripple me?"
"You are not disrespectful to me. Just be imprisoned for ten thousand years."
Yuanshi Tianzun stretched out his hand to grab it, his illusory big hand was like a cloud covering the sky.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit closed her eyes.
"Shua"
A sword light defeated the illusory hand.
"Original, your opponent is me"
The voice of Lord Tongtian came from the horizon.
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