Prehistoric: King Zhou offers incense, and I grant others the great road of the emperor.

Night falls.

The stars shone brightly.

Endless tents appeared in the field of vision, and one flag after another waved in the wind, exuding a strong fighting spirit to the extreme.

The old man in armor sat on the ink unicorn, looking up at the sky, he had been here for more than a month, and he thought that the rebellion of the princes of Route 72 was just some local chickens and dogs.

As long as the army is out.

Arriving here.

It can collapse at the touch of a button.

However, the real situation is the same as guessed, the army under the command of the princes of the 72nd Route is not strong, and the many orders are a little scattered.

Facing the army of imperial conquest.

They suffered heavy casualties, lost their armor, and looked extremely embarrassed. However, at every critical moment, there is always a force that appears, and this force is extremely strong.

They can do it on their own.

Turn the tide of battle.

Put your army in a bitter battle.

There was a sad look in his eyes, and his thoughts flew far away, and his eyes saw places that others could not see. Over the years, the king has tried to govern, and all signs have shown that he has made great achievements, but when he led his troops to the North Sea, he staged a farce.

Our Lady Nuwa Niangniang blessed the Zhou country.

Seeing that a civil war affecting the entire human race is about to begin.

Now.

But the army was mired in a quagmire from which it could not extricate itself.

Deep down, I can't help but feel irritable to the extreme.

The country is already empty.

The garrison forces in various places have long been reduced to the limit.

And at this juncture, the king also recalled the princes and the general army from all over the country to the court, which is not a great opportunity to give them those with bad intentions.

The more I thought about it, the more upset I became.

Looking straight ahead, it was an extremely strong city, which could easily be destroyed or even taken down several times. However, at every critical moment, there are always some unexpected changes.

There are practitioners who join this war and stand firmly against themselves. Although many things are not clear, the only thing that is certain is that they are not from the sect.

compared to others.

In my heart, I saw the muddy waters of the flood and desolation more thoroughly, because this all came from the experience of seeking the Tao in my early years. Strictly speaking, the saint of Tongtian is his own ancestor. Not to mention that such an identity is placed in the middle of the court, it is placed in the entire flood wilderness, and it is enough to go sideways.

No matter who's standing behind it.

will all pay a price.

"Qiyu Taishi, there is an immortal who claims to be Zhao Gongming, and he brought his three junior sisters Yunxiao, Qiongxiao and Bixiao, to ask to see him outside the barracks. A soldier quickly ran over and bowed to the man sitting on top of the ink unicorn.

Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, but did not react. I vaguely feel that the name is a little familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.

And yet the next moment.

Suddenly woke up: "Are they people

in the sect?" "According to what the four immortals said, they are indeed people in the sect. The soldier who came to report replied.

All the news came together, the identity was about to come out, and all the pressure on the body disappeared without a trace. I thought that the Tongtian Sage had issued a decree that all sectarian disciples were not allowed to set foot in the red dust.

Now it seems.

There was an error in the message.

My Dashang is no longer fighting the world alone, but has a real ally: "Hurry up, please!" Before the words fell, Wen Zhong had already urged Mo Qilin to sit down: "This matter is important, and I should personally go to meet it." "

Finished.

He walked in the direction of the outside of the barracks.

"Wen Zhong, the sect leader, greets all the senior uncles!" Before the person arrived, the voice had already sounded, and the outline of an ink unicorn gradually became clear.

"I've heard before that Senior Sister Jin Ling has accepted a good disciple, and now it seems that she is indeed a masterpiece among people. Looking at the person in front of him, Zhao Gongming showed a satisfied look, don't look at his appearance, like an old man, but his real age, in front of himself and his three junior sisters, is just a doll.

It's just the majestic Terran luck on his body.

Enough for him to qualify as an equal to himself.

"Ashamed!" Wen

Zhong was praised by them, but he was a little embarrassed. After a little hesitation, he asked the question he was most concerned about: "Originally, the things in the red dust did not dare to disturb the cultivation of your uncles. But the situation in the North Sea is confusing, and there seems to be traces of monks. Only then did I write a letter and send it to the master as a last resort.

"If I'm not mistaken, this letter is in the hands of Senior Sister Jin Ling. Like a mud cow into the sea, there is no news. Bi Xiao interjected with a smile on her face.

Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, thinking that the four senior uncles came over because of the request of the master, but now it seems that this is not the case: "Dare to ask ......

" "Respect the senior brother, your master! Zhao Gongming explained to Wen Zhong.

Hear 4 words from Duobao Dao people.

Wen Zhong looked surprised.

This is the one who is actually in charge of the interception.

"Supporting the princes of the Seventy-two Roads of Beihai behind his back, it is a great sect of saints located in the west. Now that I'm here, there's no reason to sit idly by. After saying that, beams of light emerged, and then fell to the ground, turning into magic weapons all over the ground.

"This is what your uncle asked me to bring you. "

It can be used by you Terran monks to repel the Western Sects and Sects that support the Beihai Princes.

Looking at the treasures all over the ground, the eyes of the soldiers on the left and right sides straightened. As for Wen Zhong, although he has seen some big worlds, he has long forgotten everything at this moment.

"During this time, we will be in your army, if necessary, let me wait to make a move, and now there is only one purpose, that is, to wipe out the princes of the 72nd Route as soon as possible, and lead the army back to Chaoge City. Zhao Gongming's voice pulled them back to reality.

"Gollum

!" Wen Zhong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcibly calming himself down, he had an indescribable gratitude in his heart for this kind of warm gesture of intercepting the sect: "The four uncles are please

!" "Please!" "Please!"

Seeing this scene, many generals who rushed over after hearing the news bowed and saluted, and then they were blinded by the treasures all over the ground outside the barracks.

Originally.

The two armies faced each other.

The main force of the Shang Dynasty crushed the princes of Route 72.

The reason why they didn't gnaw it down was because they had a monk force behind them, and they were desperately trying to support it. Now the immortals of the sect are here, and they have brought so many treasures.

They couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Give me the order! From tomorrow morning, give me a siege day and night. This prince will wipe out all these princes within three months. A majestic voice reverberated throughout the barracks.

A large number of Terran monks ran out to select the treasures, feeling the majestic power inside, and the joy on their faces became a little stronger.

There are also a lot of chances of winning tomorrow's big battle.