Hundreds of thousands of troops were winding on the rugged mountain roads. The heavy rain washed over the road, causing the march to be as slow as a snail. Wen Zhong looked at all this with concern, but it was unimaginable.

Over the past few days, the soldiers in the army have compressed their rest time to the shortest in order to rush forward, and some soldiers even fell asleep while walking. If Wen Zhong had not had strong personal charm and command ability, such a high-intensity march would have already caused a mutiny from the army.

"Report!" A small and middle-aged military college rushed over and came as if flying. The flying horse hooves splashed with dim water, and the sleepy soldiers next to them hurriedly retreated.

When the horse was about to arrive in front of Wen Zhong, its four hooves were soft and it had already fallen to the ground. The horse was sweating all over, and it was spitting white foam in its mouth. Its visceral rupture, which was obviously tired, and it was difficult to treat it.

The visitor tapped gently on the horse's back and jumped down, without any nostalgia for his love riding. He rolled and crawled in front of Wen Zhong, knelt down in the mud pit with a loud bang, and shouted in a sad voice: "Marson, there is an emergency military situation!"

Wen Zhong's face turned as blue as a needle, his beard was straightened, and he said coldly: "Report it!"

The school gasped for a few times and immediately said with difficulty: "Marson Huang lost to the Western Zhou rebel party in Mianchi, and the city was lost. Marshal Huang himself was seriously injured and the army suffered heavy losses. Now, the court has set up a new line of defense in the Yellow River, but the rebels arrived every night. The emperor ordered the marshal to go lightly and rush to the front line immediately!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the generals around him changed their color in shock. Huang Feihu was famous for a long time and could not hold on for even half a month. He became pale. How fierce the Western Zhou army should be?

Wen Zhong tightly held the whip, frowned and thought. After a long time, he said to the junior high school in harmony: "You don't have to go back, stay in the army for the time being."

"Yes, Marshal!"

"Lu Xiong!"

"I'm here!"

"You are temporarily in charge of everything in the army. You don't have to go back to Chaoge. I will immediately lead my troops to Mengjin, evacuate the people and strengthen the city defense."

"yes!"

Wen Zhong sneered and said to the generals: "Ji Chang is a good method! But one day the rabbit will reveal his tail. Today, since he raised the flag of rebellion, he will wait for me to find some helpers and break the Western Zhou army. Let's see how Ji Chang's face should look! You obey General Lu's orders and do not violate it!"

"Yes, Marshal!" Wen Zhong served in the Shang Dynasty for a hundred years, and was invincible in the battle and defeated everything. His reputation in the army was as high as the sky. Although the generals were afraid of the power of the Western Zhou army, Wen Zhong only needed one sentence to raise his morale to the peak.

Wen Zhong nodded with satisfaction, urged Mo Qilin to go away in an instant. However, the direction he was going to was the East China Sea, not the Western Mianchi. Lu Xiong looked like an eagle and falcon, glanced at the generals and shouted: "Transfer the order, turn to Mengjin, and accelerate the progress!"

On the distant mountain, someone was staring at the place with a high-magnitude telescope. Seeing Wen Zhong left alone, the man laughed happily and said, "He finally left the army, it's time for us to go out!"

"I can't wait to see the head of the Thunder Gods, I don't know what treasure will fall off!" The feminine voice was like a woman, with big red clothes, white face as white as jade, and a hairpin on her hair. Chuyi seemed to be a real beauty, but this person's Adam's apple moved, causing people to fall into their appetite.

"What are you talking about? Let's go!" A selector who looked like an old man obviously had no patience and urged in a rough voice.

"I'm old, be kind!" A rough man obviously didn't like the old man's behavior. They were both cruel characters who came out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood. Who would be afraid of each other? The old man looked at the rough man glaringly, and the man immediately glared back and shouted: "What are you looking at? I'll dig out my eyes for you!"

The person who took the telescope saw that he had not started to fight monsters, but his own people had a good time first. He immediately smiled bitterly and smoothed out: "Okay, they are all their own people. Let's fight Wen Zhong first. He is not that aggressive!"

When I said just now, although one is more arrogant than the other, I can't imagine asking them to take action seriously. The older the world, the less courageous it is. This sentence is not in vain. The strength between them is not far different, and if you don't understand the opponent's trump card, don't try to make them fight to the death.

With the steps, the few people looked at each other, groaned, and used their own methods to chase Wen Zhong. Wen Zhong's mount Mo Qilin was not slow, so the five of them rushed to the scene and finally saw Wen Zhong's figure at the foot of an unknown mountain.

The leader laughed and shouted, "Fellow Taoist please stay!" Then, he whispered to himself: "Grandma, I have been wanting to say this line for a long time!"

Wen Zhong had already noticed that someone was chasing him, but he didn't care. After all, the world was vast, and he was not the only one who was rushing to the east. Therefore, when he suddenly heard someone talking, he couldn't help but be stunned.

There are many disciples of the Jie Sect. Wen Zhong, as a disciple of the three generations, can be called a vast family, but it cannot guarantee that he knows every disciple of the Jie Sect. Therefore, everyone he meets may be a potential friend, and Wen Zhong immediately stopped.

Turning Mo Qilin and looking at the visitor, Wen Zhong immediately realized that these people were definitely not disciples of Jie Sect. He immediately became alert and slowly grabbed the two whips on his waist.

On the top of the mountain, the clouds rolled and the low wind lingers. Two unique Taoists were playing chess on a flat bluestone. However, seeing their casual attitude when they made a move, they were obviously a little absent-minded.

The purple-robed Taoist glanced at the chess game, fell a black piece casually, and asked, "Fellow Taoist is not spending his leisurely life in Zhongnan Mountain, why is there an elegant pleasure to come to my Golden Light Cave?"

Yun Zhongzi sighed, "The secrets of heaven are in chaos, I don't know what will happen in the future. I'm afraid they are all people in the great disaster! Where can I spend my leisurely life in the world?"

The face and expression of the Taoist robe was a little happy in his heart. Many years ago, in the Analects, Yuanshi Tianzun asserted that among the many disciples, Yun Zhongzi's achievements should be the highest. Everyone was not convinced, because Yun Zhongzi had always performed mediocrely until this great catastrophe of the gods came.

The three religions jointly discussed the creation of the gods. Among the Anthology, except for Yun Zhongzi and Nanji Xianweng who have a deep relationship with each other, which can avoid disasters, all the others are on the list, especially Guangchengzi and Chijing. Zi is the most difficult to escape!

Yuanshi Tianzun worked hard to find a way out for his disciples. He replaced him with his disciples to respond to the disaster. After hearing this method, Yuding Zhenren, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun and others all breathed a sigh of relief because they had their own disciples as early as possible. They had been with their disciples for a long time. Although they were a little reluctant, in order to get rid of the disaster, what were some disciples?

However, Guangchengzi, Juliusun and Zibo Taoist were all lonely people without disciples, so they were particularly jealous and hated Yun Zhongzi and Nanji Immortal Weng who were not in the great disaster. Although Zibo Taoist had Nezha who had replaced him to respond to the disaster, he still shouldn't have such a mentality.

Now, the secrets of heaven are in chaos, and no one knows who is the one in the great disaster. Therefore, Yun Zhongzi and the immortal man in the South Ji are anxious. However, the battle for the Gods has begun, and I went there again to find someone with destiny to deal with the disaster for me.

Today, Yun Zhongzi visited Taiyi Zhenren, just to ask him to help him think of a solution. Taiyi Zhenren was eager to see his joke, and said that there was no way, even if there was, it might not be revealed to Yun Zhongzi.

Yun Zhongzi glanced at Taiyi Zhenren and sighed in his heart. Yun Zhongzi knew the psychology of this senior brother. However, how could he not bow his head under the eaves?

If you find a disciple, you still need to transform him into something so that you can see him well in terms of strength. If you find a guy who dies after taking action, how can you help him survive this disaster?

Yun Zhongzi was about to speak when suddenly he had a whim. Yun Zhongzi calculated with a reflexive finger. However, the next moment, he smiled bitterly. Now even if a saint cannot figure out the future, he will naturally be no exception.

Yun Zhongzi pushed the chessboard and stood up, saying, "Fellow Taoist, I have something to do, I'll go first!" Taiyi Zhenren did not leave guests, and said, "I'm going to the Yellow River to see Nezha, so I won't leave fellow Taoist!"
Chapter completed!