The fanatical and cold killing desire filled the entire battlefield, and the powerful monsters fought each other in the world of blood and iron. A cold and cruel force subtly cut into their thoughts, teasing the restless destruction in them. This voice whispered in their ears, singing soft and ethereal songs, which fiddled with their most desire nerves, teasing their itchy claws...

Just a few minutes ago, they followed the smell of the air to find this place. Although Wen Zhong's divine thought was blocked by a more clever force, the five senses of these monsters were not blocked. Among these monsters, there were some guys who could smell the smell of fresh blood and food several miles away. As soon as they began to focus on their senses, the smell like the fishy water of the deep sea and the faint fragrance of orchids immediately spread into their noses.

Following the fragrance, they soon discovered the enemy's place on a mountain. Several warriors who looked a little weird were dancing with weapons by the fire, and the whole scene had a sense of absurdity. But when the battle began, the sense of funnyness quickly faded.

The opponents were like they could not kill them. No matter what kind of magic they used to bombard or slash their swords, the wounds caused all appeared on their companions. After entering the battle, the minds of the generals of the demon army were gradually guided by silent fluctuations. Soon, they could no longer see the so-called warriors, nor could they feel their rationality. In their heads, the only thought that was still rotating was fighting and killing.

A Bull Demon embedded the long-handled battle axe in his hand deeply into the neck of a two-headed giant, and removed one of its heads. At this time, the king of the Pixiu tribe who was good at breaking the true energy of the Gang had already inserted a long stick into his back. The golden explosion energy blew the back of the Bull Demon into blood and blood. At the same time, a high-level corpse demon waved the sickle in his hand and rotated it vigorously, while a flying knife filled with gold-type true power flew over and cut off its shriveled arm. While the little dwarf who was throwing the flying knife was proud, two golden gourd hammers fell from the sky and smashed its head into pieces.

The scene was extremely chaotic, and when Wen Zhong came here, he saw this scene. He sneered, and gently flicked the golden whip in his hand. A continuous dull thunder sounded out of nowhere, trembling everyone's ears, causing all the demons fighting on the field to cover their ears and roll in pain on the ground. The thunder continued to roar without mercy, drilling into the mind of each demon. The severe pain was like a nail deeply hitting the back of his head, which made everyone wail.

It was not until a full ten seconds later that the thunder gradually subsided. The alive demon generals got up from the ground and looked at each other. After they understood what had happened, a sudden explosion occurred in the air. Wen Zhong grabbed out of thin air, grabbed a trace of thought power ripple that had not yet disappeared from the mind of one of the Pixiu, and quickly found the direction where the enemy was truly hiding.

Thunder flashed in the air, and Wen Zhong turned into a lightning bolt, flashing in the air. As he passed, a fresh smell of negative ions was emitted in the air. But this smell brought not a happy mood, but a thunder of punishment! With a roar, a giant dragon suddenly rose from a valley and spit out the high-temperature dragon breath towards Wen Zhong.

Only a sneer was heard. Wen Zhong waved the thunder whip in his hand, and a blue and white arc condensed into a circle of electric rings, resisting the high-temperature flames that were coming towards him. Then he turned his wrist slightly. The golden whip wrapped in a blue aura was waving in the air, and a dazzling thunder whip extended out from the end of the golden whip. He tore the cone-shaped flame and spit it, and then wrapped around the neck of the black dragon. The big lizard was so loud that it screamed loudly.

Wen Zhong pulled the thunder whip, and a mere tiny human actually pulled the huge black lizard out of thin air! The thunder light suddenly rose, burning the black dragon's neck, and then a few whiplashes were added. A large amount of electric power penetrated into the black dragon's body, and the powerful electricity turned its internal organs into coke. The dragon that shone with its might quickly turn into a dragon corpse, dragging a stream of black smoke, falling on the snow-capped snow mountain, and then turned into fluorescence and dissipated into the air.

"Fellow Daoist, please come out and talk."

They were already close to this distance, and Wen Zhong was not afraid of any other way. After the illusionist was discovered by the enemy, he was left to lose all the way. Even if the other party showed any illusion, he would be vulnerable tricks in front of a prepared high-level qi refiner. Since ancient times, Wen Zhong has never heard of any peerless masters in illusion. The strongest inheritance of the illusionist in this world has also met Su Daji of the Qingqiu clan. He is indeed amazing and his swordsmanship is good, but when he really fights, Wen Zhong is sure to suppress her within a hundred moves.

The breath was nearby, and Wen Zhong came down to the ground. This was a ruin on a snow-capped mountain. He saw some ancient sculptures, which seemed to be used for sacrifices.

The stone sculptures in the ancient costume of high crowns knelt on the mountain road holding a sword. The broken walls and ruins around them may have been around for hundreds of years. However, the shapes of these sculptures are something that Master Wen Tai, who is well-versed in history, have never seen before. This chaotic border area disrupts the order of time and space, absorbs the geography of unknown time and era, and randomly pieces together these scenery. Perhaps these sculptures were ancient relics in their original time, but in the era when Wen Zhong lived, these stone sculptures had not yet been born.

Wen Zhong stopped his random thoughts and sighed unconsciously. Heroes of all ages, but this is the case. He was fighting against destiny, perhaps in the deepest part of his heart, just wanting to die gloriously.

The sound of snow stomping came from the front. He held the thunder whip in his hand tightly and waited intently.

Behind the huge stone sculpture, a woman wrapped in a white cloak turned out. Her long black hair was scattered behind her, with a beautiful face, but with a hint of integrity.

...The Seven Holy Spirits?!

Wen Zhong had a moment of hallucination at first. He seemed to think that he was facing Su Daji. The other party's beauty was of the same level as the famous Fushui, and even had two similarities between his eyebrows and eyes. However, he was completely different from Su Daji's pure and sweet charm, and he was gentle and firm, and even reminded Master Wen of the statue of Nuwa. That gentle and tolerant expression of compassion...

These thoughts were only circling in Wen Zhong's mind for less than a second. He bowed slightly and asked with the arrogance unique to the elderly:

"What's the matter with fellow Taoist? Why did you attack the headquarters for no reason?"

An invisible barrier suddenly lit up in front of the woman opposite, and several lightnings spread on the surface of the barrier, crawling out of spider-web-like patterns. Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes and saw that his sneak attack was actually seen through by the other party, which was a bit embarrassing.

"Old sir... why do you want to kill so many people?" The woman's voice was a little low, but it was as gentle and soft as water, which sounded very comfortable. But this question was so naive that Wen Zhong wanted to make a laugh. This man had read too much and his mind was rigid. A woman with such temperament actually asked such corrupt scholarly words, which really made Master Wen laugh.

"Haha, how can you, a woman, let me get in the matter of family and country?! Go back quickly, otherwise you shouldn't blame the ruthless whip for being ruthless!"

"Old sir. Do you have to hurt and suffer for the sake of the ideals of some people?"

"As the pillar of the Shang Dynasty, it is my lifelong responsibility to restore the Shang Dynasty's national rule... Even if there are millions of people blocking the way, it is not something I can take into account! If someone wants to save this world, hum! It's very simple! As long as you defeat me and crush my bones and ashes, Wen Zhong naturally can't go against you anymore! I don't think you are those fools, why do you waste time here?!"

"Mr. Wen, is the Shang Dynasty's destiny really more important than the people of the world?"

The woman followed her with relentless words. Wen Zhong repeatedly confirmed that the other party had not used the illusion, and then continued to talk to her. For some reason, perhaps because he had a good impression of the woman, he suddenly had an interesting idea, and the more rational the idea became, illuminating a large area of ​​new areas. Many problems that were difficult to solve in the past suddenly found the answer at this moment...

The qi-refining scholar of the Shang Dynasty slightly stroked his white beard, frowned, and his fingers were unconsciously bent and stretched out, calculating the feasibility of this move. After a while, he suddenly replied with a word that was incompatible with each other:

"Fellow Taoist, are you interested in joining our army?"

As soon as she asked this, the woman opposite also turned her head slightly, as if she was a little confused. Without waiting for her to ask, Wen Zhong explained his thoughts in one breath:

"You alone, even if you are a Taoist master, you will not be able to confront the entire army, let alone the invincible world overlords in this world... Instead of dying here by my whip, it is better to save the people in the world in your mouth in another way... Your Majesty Zixin loves beauty the most in his life, and with your outstanding appearance, you will definitely get the favor that is not inferior to Su Daji... When you become Your Majesty's concubine, I will support you behind your back to suppress Su Daji... At that time, you can convince Your Majesty with your own charm, so that he can change his domineering style and do benevolent politics... How about it?"

This idea was too leaps, and the woman fell into silence for a moment. After a while, the woman raised her head, pursed her lips tightly, and sighed: "I already have someone I love, and I can't serve your king... It seems that there is no need to talk about it any more."

With different positions, only one way to fight was left. Wen Zhong turned his wrist, and the invisible thunder wave spread around with him as the center of the circle. He had made up his mind to capture this woman even if he relied on the battle and offered it to His Majesty.

In order to revive the Shang Dynasty, such talented and beautiful quality must not be left out! (To be continued, please search Piaotianyi, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps: Three hundred chapters...

This book has more than one million words written so far, and I feel so touched...

I am actually secretly writing the If World's sideline Xiao Huang's article, but the news has been tight recently, so I can only read it myself, which is quite regretful. Write more small theaters to give back to readers.
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