The front line of the battle between the Shang army and the Zhou army.

The sky was drowsy, like the face of an angry child, and it seemed that it would go completely dark at any time.

The rain was raking like a pour, wetting the magic weapon suits of countless soldiers.

The soldiers who were originally normal in their faces turned blue and white at a slow speed.

As time goes by, the rain gets heavier and heavier.

More and more soldiers' faces became abnormal and began to shaking.

"thump"

A soldier fell to the ground and died.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of soldiers fell down like harvesting wheat.

Not long after, it spread to the seriously injured monk like a plague.

The barracks were in chaos.

In front of the largest military tent, Wen Zhong, who was standing in the rain with white hair and messy face, was as deep as water.

Of course he knew this was not ordinary rain.

But there was nothing we could do. These days, not only did he consume the same amount of monks he brought from Chaoge, but most of the people who came to help were killed, and the rest were seriously injured.

"Ahem..."

Wen Zhong coughed violently and his body was shaking.

At this moment, a five-colored light came from the sky, blocking the strange heavy rain, and Yangguan came to the world again.

Immediately afterwards, a peerless woman in white clothes drifted over the snow, stepped on colorful auspicious clouds.

"master"

Wen Zhong was delighted and then replaced by worry.

During this period, the Jie Sect came to help with the battle, but they all fell.

The people from the Academic Sect, Western Sect, and Heavenly Court were at first hypocritical and looked like a guardian. Once they found out that they could not defeat them, they would start a round-rotary battle. If they didn't work, they would go back and call people to bully the small ones for the big ones.

Poor Jie Sect’s great men fell so miserably.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit descended from the sky and waved her hand to release a gentle light.

One by one, the dead soldiers opened their eyes again.

But within a few breaths, he closed his eyes again.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit tried several times, and it was the same.

"This is the collective casting of the twelve golden immortals in the Zhou army camp. Unless their magic power is higher than that of them, they will not be saved."

Wen Zhong explained.

"Are all the twelve golden immortals coming?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit frowned.

There are high-level spiritual treasures in the Zhou army camp, and she doesn't know who is in the Zhou army camp.

"I came when I was dealing with Sanxiao before."

Speaking of Sanxiao, anger flashed in Wen Zhong's eyes.

The Sanxiao blocked everyone with the Nine-Curve Yellow River Formation.

Winning is about to be won.

Yuanshi Tianzun, a saint of Taiqing, ignored his identity and bullied the small, and ended up in person. Sanxiao died two times and was captured.

"Since they are far stronger than you, why don't they directly break the camp and kill you?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit is unfamiliar with the truth.

"In order to attract more disciples of my Jie Sect to die."

Wen Zhong looked desolate.

These people can be said to have been killed indirectly by him.

"You can't do anything, go back with your teacher."

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit persuaded.

Although Wen Zhong was not her favorite disciple, she was unwilling to watch her disciple die here in a cowardly manner.

"Disciples have received national favors and cannot retreat in the face of danger. Moreover, so many fellow disciples died to help their disciples. Is the disciple still considered a human being after they left like this?"

Wen Zhong refused.

He has already been determined to die.

At this moment, a hysterical shout of killing came from a distance, like a landslide that broke out in full swing, deafening.

The Holy Mother of Jinling raised her eyes and saw countless soldiers rushing out of the Zhou army camp under the leadership of the monks.

On the outside, the Shang army, which had not yet died, entered the resistance and was quickly killed, mixed with various pickled blood flowing all over the ground.

A moment later, several monks rushed into the chaotic Shang army camp, representing justice to launch a one-sided massacre of the evil Shang army soldiers.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit snorted and waved her sleeves to kill these monks.

"return"

A thick voice came from the Zhou army camp.

The Zhou army retreated like a tide.

"Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, you have practiced for millions of years before you can reach your current state. Why should you get into this muddy water?"

A thick voice said.

Then, twelve senior Golden Immortal-level powerhouses flew out of the Zhou army together.

"Guangchengzi, you are surrounded but not attacking, just to attract more disciples of the Jie Sect? I am here as you wish, so why bother to pretend?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit sneered.

"The Virgin Mary's words are different. The three religions are originally one and do not distinguish between each other. If the Jie Sect's disciples repeatedly assisted the unfaithful monarch, how could the disaster today would have caused?"

Guangchengzi said again.

"Don't say anything about the tyrants and the lie in front of me."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit disdained.

"It seems that you are determined to help the incompetent monarch."

Guangchengzi sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense, who will come first?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and said directly.

"The Virgin Mary has a profound cultivation level, and I am afraid that none of us will be your opponent."

Guangchengzi opened his eyes and told lies.

The twelve golden immortals, one of them, and the other of the Jade Ding Real Man, are not as good as the Golden Spirit Holy Mother.

"Then come two or two"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit said with a cold face.

None of the twelve golden immortals moved.

"Do you think you want to hit me one by twelve? You are really a good apprentice of the second master?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit was so angry that she laughed.

No wonder the battle reached this point, and none of the twelve golden immortals were on the list of gods.

Guangchengzi coughed and turned to look at everyone: "Which two junior brothers are willing to go to the battle?"

"I"

"I"

Two golden immortals stood up.

"In this battle, my senior brother and I will fight."

The strongest Jade Ding Real Person, the Twelve Golden Immortals, stood up.

The two golden immortals who had originally stood up with their teeth and immediately retreated.

"Any one of you is not under my master. Don't you feel shameful when you go together?"

Wen Zhong questioned.

Yu Ding Zhenren looked at him, and Wen Zhong sat on the ground with a muffled groan.
To be continued...