This is Fengshen, what's the use of hard work

Chapter 70 Old Wu Dali, Ordered to Escort Xibohou!
world.

Tongtian's figure fled away.

The world is back to calm.

Kong Xuan looked at the direction in which Zhunti was leaving, and smiled contemptuously.

Then, he turned around, looked at Boy Bailian, and muttered to himself:

"Bai Lian is dead, it's absolutely true."

"Your Majesty really has the power of reincarnation."

He narrowed his eyes and continued to say in a deep voice:
"Cheng Tang Li, Xuan Niao Sheng."

"Mufeng, is Di Xin really the opportunity for your resurrection?"

"Nowadays, in this prehistoric continent, there are very few innate creatures left, and a few people who hide their heads and show their tails dare to hide in the dark and plot against the prehistoric."

"When will you come back and dominate this sky."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head, stepped forward, and stood on the city wall of Sanshan Pass, standing proudly.

This figure.

Stand here for hundreds of years.

This figure has stood for hundreds of millions of years.

After Kong Xuan left, the big man with the blood knife grinned, pointed at Yuan Hong and shouted:

"This is the new General Yuan, the chief soldier of Chaoge!"

"I am Yu Hua, the seven-headed general of Sishui Pass! I heard that your eighty-nine profound arts are so miraculous that your golden body can tear magic weapons with your hands."

"There is time another day, let's compete!"

"Hahahaha!"

After Yu Hua finished speaking, he suddenly put his arms around a general next to him, and dragged the one-horned black smoke beast down to the world together with him.

Yuan Hong coughed, clasped fists with the rest of the general soldiers, and returned to Chaoge territory.

"Disperse."

The general soldiers of the great merchants who stood proudly above the world dispersed in an instant and returned to their respective passes.

……

Chaoge City.

Boy Bailian looked at the sky where the figure had disappeared, sighed, obeyed Zishou's order, closed the seven circles of light at the back of his head, and returned to Shouxian Palace.

Zishou was lying on a couch made of phoenix phoenix trees, with King Yu's wine flowing into his mouth. He looked at Wen Zhong, who had not recovered from the shock, and said with a smile:

"Old master, you drank more than 100 glasses of Gu's wine, have you suppressed your shock?"

Wen Zhong was startled suddenly and came back to his senses.

He let out a sigh of relief in his chest, and said in shock:
"The old minister just lost his son, why did he almost trigger a jihad..."

Zishou smiled and said:
"The logic is actually very clear."

"Wen Tian is your only son, and you are the lonely Xiangguo."

"The sages think that the world depends on you to live. They think that after you are solved, Gu is just a mortal, and there are plenty of ways to plot against me."

"The city gate is on fire, and it will bring disaster to the fish in the pond."

Zishou drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, feeling extremely happy in his heart.

"pity."

"They're disappointed. Gu doesn't want you to go, so you can't go."

"What about the fear of fate?"

"Gu is the king of people, and I can only be the master of human affairs."

After going through this temptation, Zishou gained a deeper understanding of luck in the world.

Judging from the fact that Maitreya hit the sap to tie people up.

All immortal cultivators are unwilling to use mana in the world.

Once they cast spells in the world, there will be extremely serious backlash.

Wen Zhong said that when a golden fairy enters the mortal world, he will be killed, the demons will enter the body, and the self will collapse.

This is obviously wrong.

Both Maitreya and Zhunti are still alive.

In the end, Maitreya has murderous intentions, and he is determined to kill Bailian boy in the world. He can't seek his own death.

From this point of view, the immortals above the Golden Immortal just dare not cast spells in the human world, not that they cannot.

The fate of the world has a huge backlash against the immortal cultivators above the golden immortal.

This impact is not comparable to being taken away from Dao Fruit.

Maitreya found out that his chance had been taken away, so he didn't care about the backlash at all.

In order to save the quasi-sage of the Western religion, Zhunti finally couldn't help but make a move.

Zishou narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

He dares to shoot even if his character is out of the sky.

It means that he has a way to solve the backlash of luck?

It's just that this backlash is extremely difficult to eliminate, and it may even cause irreversible damage during the elimination process.

Zishou knocked on the table and made a judgment in his heart.

Only human immortals can cast spells in the human world, and they will not be backlashed by luck in the human world.

This is the logic of the immortals in Jieyin's mouth.

Therefore, they tried their best to get Wen Zhong away.

But backlash is just backlash after all, not regulations.

It is different from the heavenly rules that human kings cannot practice.

Once these old bastards in the sky are forced to a dead end, they will fight back regardless of the backlash.

of course.

Today's battle.

The most important information that Zishou probed out was not this matter, but the attitude of Taishang and Hongjun.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said:
"As long as the Great Merchant's fortune is still there, at least Taishang and Daozu will not let holy war happen in the world."

After Zishou's voice fell, he suddenly fell into silence, then he raised his head to look at Wen Zhong, and said:

"Master, did you forget something?"

Wen Zhong had a glass of wine in his belly, and was about to pour a second glass.

He raised his head and said:
"What did you forget?"

……

at this time.

A fairy mountain outside Chaoge City.

This mountain is precipitous and majestic, and is surrounded by clouds and mists all the year round.

Among the rolling mountains, there is a towering peak hidden in the sky!

On the top of this mountain, the wind is strong and the sun is late.

A middle-aged man in a fine attire with an unshaven beard sat with his arms folded, his body shivering from the cold.

He was trembling while muttering words.

"Your Majesty once said that if you want to take on a great role in the people of Sri Lanka, you must first work hard on your heart and mind..."

"Leng Leng Leng Leng Leng Leng Leng! There is no one like me in the world who can share the sunset with the birds!"

"Father, help!"

……

An hour later.

The middle-aged man was about to be frozen unconscious.

A white-haired old man in armor came riding on a black unicorn.

Mo Qilin sniffed the void with his nose and easily found Wentian's hiding place.

"My God!"

Wen Zhong hurriedly jumped down and helped Wen Tian up, only to see his eyelids opening and closing, and he said weakly:
"Dad."

"What a blessing you are..."

Wen Zhong felt relieved when he heard the words, but shook his head helplessly.

Unexpectedly, Wen Tianxia's words came out immediately.

"...I was lucky enough to give birth to Wentian."

Wen Zhong's face turned dark, and he sat on Mo Qilin with his son on one leg, and flew down from the top of the mountain.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

From the mouth of a figure fluttering in the sky, there was a scream that echoed endlessly.

……

Prime Minister.

Wen Tian returns, and the banquet continues.

only.

The elder Xiaoge, who was entertaining guests and serving wine and toasting, was limping on his right leg, as if his muscles and bones had been strained.

beside him.

The old prime minister, Shang Rong, wrapped his head in a sackcloth, and was looking for someone to drink with him.

Wen Zhong's mansion was full of toasts, but no one knew that there was a folk proverb spread among the people of Chaoge.

This folk proverb is exactly "the world is peaceful, and the white lotus is alive".

At the same time, many people painted the image of Bailian boy on the painting, made it into a sculpture, and put it at home to worship.

For several years thereafter.

These people gathered together and called themselves the White Lotus Sect.

……

at the same time.

North of Chaoge City.

A team of chariots and horses came from the north, and in the center of the chariots and horses was a prison wagon with hay mats and an old man sitting and lying in the prison wagon.

Looking at the scorching sun, Ji Chang felt mixed feelings in his heart.

He only led his army to go north from this road yesterday, but today he became a prisoner, and was escorted back to Chaoge from this road.

Things are impermanent.

Ji Chang looked at the tall and mighty old man beside him, with a smile on his face, and asked:
"May I ask who this warrior is from, and what is his name?"

Wu Chong lowered his head, glanced at Xibohou who was older than him, then looked forward, and said lightly:

"The old man is Wu Dali, the retainer of Bei Bohou."

"I was ordered to escort Xibo to Chaoge!"

"Waiting for the King's order!"

(End of this chapter)