[Amnesty to the world, celebration? Why! 】
[Don’t say that I just want to burn myself to become a saint, even if Feng Ming Xiqi, this king will not grant amnesty to the world! Are you kidding me? You kill someone, go to jail, and then run away with some vision from heaven? What about the people who were killed? What will those relatives who don't kill their relatives think? 】
[Hey, why are you thinking about this? You should think carefully about how you can fool Fengming Chaoge! 】
Miscellaneous pictures flashed through Di Xin's mind, and he took the queen and returned to the palace with a lot of worries... Feng Ming Chaoge, my fucking mentality is really broken!
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Let’s not mention Chaoge’s political affairs for the moment, let’s focus on Beihai first!
After leaving Jin'ao Island, Wen Zhong came to the army with his master Jinling Holy Mother, Sanxiao Empress, and Zhao Gongming.
Of course, due to the special identities of the five people, none of them showed up. Instead, they relied on the invisible effect of Hunyuan Jindou to secretly follow the army and wait quietly.
During the journey, Bixiao tried to sneak down to help Wen Zhong's nephew several times, but was suppressed by her sister Yunxiao. She just watched quietly as Wen Zhong attacked the city and beat the Beihai navy to a pulp, unable to block the attack at all. !
On this day, the coalition forces of the Beihai princes were plotted by Wen Zhong again, and they lost tens of thousands of people... In Beihai City, all the princes lamented and sighed, and they no longer had the high spirits they had when they rebelled!
"Yuan Futong!"
One of the viscounts couldn't help it, stood up and roared: "Didn't you say that this rebellion is easy? At least a dozen cities can be plundered. But until now, our army is almost exhausted. Are you going to Are we driven to death?"
The fat man sitting on the main seat, the Marquis of Beihai Yuan Futong, also had a worried expression on his face... When he started the army, he was tempted by Western disciples. I originally thought they would take action, but I didn't expect that even now, with hundreds of thousands of troops dead, they still haven't taken action!
"Shut up, I'm free to argue!"
Staring at the Viscount who stood up, Yuan Futong looked to his right with an extremely unkind expression...
"Great Immortal Maitreya,"
On the seat to his right, a fat bald man was sitting cross-legged: "You told me when we first raised the army that the great Shang Dynasty was about to run out of luck, and Shang Tang was about to be destroyed! What do you say about the current war?"
"Don't worry, Lord Marquis, my Western disciples never tell lies!"
Miroku opened his eyes and answered with a big smile.
Yuan Futong raised his eyebrows slightly: "I wonder when the immortal will take action? How to take action?"
More than 100,000 people have died, and he has lost trust in Maitreya! As soon as he opened his mouth, his words were still respectful, but they also seemed to be asking questions, piercing people's hearts!
"Master Marquis, you should know that the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors have decrees that immortals and gods are not allowed to use magic to harm mortals..."
"Then how do you do it?"
Yuan Futong was a little angry, are you lying to me?
"No, no, no, Lord Marquis, don't be anxious." Maitreya shook his head repeatedly: "Although I am not allowed to attack mortals, monks are not included in this category. Lord Marquis, if the Great Shang army does not have Wen Zhong, can your army win?"
"Without Wen Zhong, haha, those troops are just a bunch of chickens and dogs, they can be destroyed easily!"
Yuan Futong replied heartily, and a big smile bloomed on Maitreya's face again: "Then after the battle tomorrow, the Marquis will never see Wen Zhong again!"
"Okay! I will believe you again!"
Yuan Futong took a deep look at Maitreya and warned: "If the facts are not as you said, then I will lead my army to surrender! You must know that after all, we were once the seventy-two princes. Even if we surrender, we will not be able to surrender." Your life will definitely be safe!"
"Don't worry, Lord Marquis, Beihai will win this battle!"
Maitreya responded with a smile, his words full of affirmation and confidence!
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On the second day, Wen Zhong led his troops to attack the city!
But when he led his army to the city, he was surprised to find that this time the Beihai army did not resist the city and defend it? ! On the contrary, the gate of Beihai City was opened, and tens of thousands of troops lined up under the city, as if they were going to fight in a field duel? !
Such a strange scene immediately made Wen Zhong feel a little uneasy... Subconsciously, he pinched a spell. The Jin Ling and others hidden in the sky immediately received the signal, opened their eyes, and aimed their gazes at The battlefield!
"Wen Zhong, come out and answer!"
Under the city, Yuan Futong rode out on horseback and shouted loudly in the direction of Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong gently pinched the Mo Qilin under his crotch. The Qilin stepped on the auspicious clouds, flew out of the army, fell from the sky, and landed on the battlefield!
"Marquis Beihai, what do you want from Wen? Do you want to surrender?"
"Wen Zhong, we have been fighting for several days, with countless casualties on both sides..."
"stop!"
Wen Zhong interrupted Yuan Futong's words: "It was you who suffered countless casualties! Our Dashang army suffered very little losses!"
Just a simple word immediately boosted the morale of the army!
"Da Shang! Dashang! Dashang!"
The roar of hundreds of thousands of troops shook away the clouds in the sky! Yuan Futong's face turned pale under the overwhelming fighting spirit, and even the war horse under his crotch was frightened, and he couldn't help but take a step back!
Yuan Futong's face showed a look of resentment. When he heard that Zhong didn't say that, he continued: "To avoid death or injury, do you dare to gamble with me?"
"Oh, why don't you dare?"
Wen Zhong said passionately: "How do you want to bet?"
"In a moment, I will set up a large formation on the battlefield! You break through the formation alone, and if you can break it within an hour, I am willing to lead the seventy-two princes to surrender to you. From now on, I will not be able to fight with you, and I will surrender!"
"If you fail, I won't ask for much, so I'll retreat! How about you hearing that Zhong can no longer lead the army to fight with me?"
Wen Zhong raised the corner of his eye, fighting? It seems that, as the king said in his heart, the disciples of the Western Sect are planning to take action?
But even so, what fear does he have after hearing Zhong? !
He is a direct disciple of Jie Jiao, and in Jie Jiao, formation is the most basic special skill!
"What do I have to fear? Come quickly!"
There was absolutely no fear on Wen Zhong's face, and he responded loudly and with great momentum!
"Okay, as expected of the Great Master of Shang! Please!"
Yuan Futong swung his horse's head and retreated into the camp... A moment later, 8,888 strong soldiers walked out of the military formation. They all had their heads shaved, revealing the horned dragon-like muscles of their upper bodies, just like the Arhat King Kong coming to earth!
Then I saw these soldiers scattered all over the battlefield. In less than a quarter of an hour, I saw countless mysterious formations emerging out of thin air, turning into a huge formation, covering half of the battlefield!
"Wen Zhong, you dare to enter the formation!"
"Why don't you dare!"
Wen Zhong glanced at the formation, it was just the most common Tai Chi Liang Yi formation, and he subconsciously wanted to take a picture of Qilin entering the formation...
"Disciple, please slow down!"
In the sky above the Great Shang Army formation, after a shout, a group of colorful clouds appeared out of thin air... The next second, the clouds dispersed and people appeared, only a flower-feathered crow, a black tiger, and a flower-studded seven-scented car carrying seven-scented flowers. Their respective masters fell slowly!
