Feng Shen: I was overheard by the gods!

Chapter 21 Battle in the North Sea!

[Amnesty to the world, to celebrate?Why! 】

[Don't say that I just want to burn myself to become a saint, even if Fengming Xiqi, this king will not pardon the world!Are you kidding me, kill someone, go to jail, let him go after some vision from the sky?What about the person who was killed?What will the relatives of those who have been killed see? 】

【Hey, why are you thinking about this, let's think about it, this Fengming Chaoge, how can I fool him! 】

Miscellaneous images flashed in Di Xin's mind, he dragged the queen back to the palace with a heavy heart... Fengming Chaoge, my fucking mentality has really collapsed!

Chaoge political affairs, let's not mention it for now, let's focus on Beihai first!
After leaving Jin'ao Island, Wen Zhong brought his master, the Holy Mother of Jinling, Mistress Sanxiao, and Zhao Gongming to the army.

Of course, due to their special identities, none of them showed up. Instead, relying on the effect of Hunyuan Jindou's ability to hide their bodies, they secretly followed the army and waited quietly.

On the way, Bi Xiao wanted to sneak down many times to help nephew Wen Zhong, but she was suppressed by her sister Yun Xiao. She just quietly watched Wen Zhong attack the city and beat the Beihai army to the ground. !
On this day, the allied forces of Beihai princes were designed by Wen Zhong again, and tens of thousands of people were lost... In Beihai city, all the princes sighed, and they no longer had the vigor they had when they just rebelled!

"Yuan Futong!"

One of the princes couldn't bear it anymore, he got up and shouted: "Didn't you say that this rebellion is very simple? At least a dozen cities can be plundered. But by now, our army is almost exhausted. Are we going to die?"

The fat man sitting on the main seat, that is, Yuan Futong, Marquis of Beihai, also had a sad face... When he raised his army, he was tempted by the Western disciples.I thought they would make a move, but I didn't expect that even now, tens of thousands of troops have died, and they still didn't make a move!
"Shut up, I care about myself!"

Glaring fiercely at the Viscount who stood up, Yuan Futong looked at his right hand with an extremely unfriendly expression...

"Immortal Maitreya,"

And on the seat on his right, a fat man with a bald head was sitting cross-legged: "You told me when you started the army, the luck of the great merchants was coming to an end, and Shang Tang would be destroyed! Now that the war is going on, what do you say?"

"Don't worry, Lord Hou, my Western disciples never lie!"

Mitreya opened his eyes and replied with a big smile.

Yuan Futong frowned slightly: "I don't know when the Great Immortal will do it? How will he do it?"

More than [-] people have died, and he has lost trust in Maitreya!As soon as he opened his mouth, although the words were still respectful, they also seemed to be asking questions, piercing people's hearts!

"Master Hou, you should know that the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors have decreed that immortals are not allowed to use magic to harm mortals..."

"Then how do you do it?"

Yuan Futong got a little angry, are you lying to me?

"No, no, don't worry, Lord Hou." Maitreya shook his head again and again: "Although I am not allowed to attack mortals, monks are not included. Lord Hou, if the Great Merchant army does not have Wen Zhong, can you lead the army to victory?"

"Without Wen Zhong, heh, those troops are just a bunch of chickens and dogs, they can be destroyed at will!"

Yuan Futong replied heartily, and a big smile appeared on Maitreya's face again: "Then after the battle tomorrow, Lord Hou will never see Wen Zhong again!"

"Okay! I'll trust you again!"

Yuan Futong took a deep look at Maitreya, and warned: "If the facts are not as you said, then I will lead the army to surrender! You must know that we were once 72 princes, even if we surrender, we will definitely be able to surrender." Life is safe!"

"Don't worry, Lord Hou, Beihai will win this battle!"

Maitreya responded with a smile, his words were full of affirmation and confidence!

On the second day, Wen Zhong led a team to set off, intending to attack the city!
But when he led the army to the city, he was surprised to find that the Beihai army didn't resist the city this time? !On the contrary, the gate of Beihai City was opened, and tens of thousands of troops lined up below the city, looking like they were about to fight in a field battle? !

Such a strange picture immediately made Wen Zhong feel a little uneasy... Subconsciously, he pinched a formula, and Jin Ling and others hidden in the sky immediately received the signal, opened their eyes together, and aimed at the The battlefield!

"Wen Zhong, come out and answer!"

Under the city, Yuan Futong rode out on horseback and yelled loudly in the direction of Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong gently clamped the ink unicorn under his crotch, and the unicorn flew out of the army with its feet on the auspicious clouds, fell from the sky, and landed on the battlefield!

"Marquis of Beihai, why are you looking for Wen? Are you going 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: "You have suffered countless deaths and injuries! Our great merchant army has suffered very little loss!"

Just a faint sentence immediately inspired the army!
"Big business! Big business! Big business!"

The roar of hundreds of thousands of troops scattered the clouds in the sky!The soaring fighting spirit made Yuan Futong's face turn pale, and even the war horse under his crotch was terrified, so he couldn't help taking a step back!
Yuan Futong had a look of resentment on his face, when Wen Zhong didn't say that just now, he continued to say: "In order to avoid death or injury, you dare to bet with me?"

"Oh, why don't you dare?"

Wen Zhong said with pride: "How do you want to bet?"

"After a while, I will set up a large formation on the battlefield! If you break through the formation alone and break it within an hour, I am willing to lead the 72 princes to surrender to you. From now on, I will bow my head and surrender to you!"

"If you fail, I don't want much, retreat! You Wen Zhong can no longer lead the army to fight with me, how about it?"

Wen Zhong's eyes twitched, fighting?It seems that what the king said in his heart, the disciples of the Western religion are planning to make a move?

But even so, why is he afraid of Wen Zhong? !
He passed on the Jiejiao himself, and in the Jiejiao, the formation method is the most basic housekeeping skill!
"What do I have to fear, come quickly!"

There was no trace of fear on Wen Zhong's face, and he responded loudly with arrogance!
"Okay, you are worthy of being the Grand Master of the Great Merchants! Please!"

Yuan Futong flicked his horse's head and retreated into the camp... A moment later, 880 strong sergeants walked out of the army formation. They all shaved their heads, revealing the horned dragon-like muscles of their upper bodies, just like Arhat King Kong descending on the mortal world!
Then I saw these sergeants scattered all over the battlefield. In less than a quarter of an hour, countless mysterious formations emerged out of thin air and turned into a huge formation, covering half of the battlefield!

"Wen Zhong, how dare you enter the battle!"

"Why don't you dare!"

Wen Zhong glanced at the formation, but it was just the most common Taiji Liangyi formation, and subconsciously wanted to photograph the unicorn entering the formation...

"Teacher, slow down!"

Over the sky where the Great Merchant Army was located, after a scolding, a group of colorful clouds appeared out of thin air... The next second, the clouds scattered and people appeared, only a crow with colorful plumes, a black tiger, and a colorful seven-scented chariot carrying The respective masters, fall slowly!

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