A group of generals came, and Wen Zhong also gathered over, but after Wen Zhong saw Zheng Lun, he seemed to be a little aware of it. The other generals looked at the mighty general, not knowing where it came from.

"All the generals, this is the disciple of Du'er Du'er under the throne of the old emperor of the Supreme Lord. Now he is serving under the tent of the Marquis of the Marquis of Jizhou. He has the ability to devour souls and souls. He is a little higher than the magic of the Dharma Ring. Now he has been guided to help me with Xiqi." I said.

When the generals heard this, they also had some discussions. Maybe the Dharma Ring performed too hard on the battlefield today, and they were a little unbelievable. At this time, Jinzha, Muzha, and Nezha walked out and said, "Your Majesty King Wu, can you salute Master Zheng?"

"How do you say this?" Although I am my disciple, in terms of seniority, the three brothers of the Li family followed the twelve golden immortals under the throne of Yuanshi Tianzun, and should have called Zheng Lun the uncle, but there is no need to look so different, not to mention that Huang Tianhua and others did not have such a big reaction.

"Qi Bi Wang, my father first learned from Du'er True Man, and then moved to the sect of the Buddha Randeng. My father did not forget his old kindness and told us brothers that when he met his disciples under Du'er True Man, he would have to bow!"

"So that's it, I allow it!" This request is not too much, of course it must be allowed.

After the Nezha brothers saluted, the generals of His Highness did not seem to have spoken so much. Thinking about it, who is Li Jing, the general of Chentangguan, the general of the Shang Shang Dynasty, and the Linglong Pagoda in his hand is even more invincible. If it were his junior brother, how could it be?

What's more, Zheng Lun's disciples came from the lineage of Taishang Laojun. There have never been many disciples in that lineage, but each one is a masterpiece.

Seeing that the generals had a clear mind, I spoke, "Actually, there is nothing else to ask you to come tonight. With the help of us, everyone is very nervous tonight. Now we can rest with peace of mind. There is still a war to fight tomorrow."

"There is another thing that everyone doesn't need to worry about. The souls of Prime Minister Jiang, Yang Jian, Tu Xingsun and others are still in the skeleton banner of the Dharma Ring. As long as they catch the Dharma Ring, they will all be saved."

When the generals saw me say this, they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts and went back to rest. Zheng Lun naturally followed the three Nezha brothers to settle down.

The next morning, the Xiqi army set out to fight one after another. Perhaps the news of a capable person coming to help last night had spread throughout the military camp, and the morale of the entire army looked really different.

Soon the two armies confronted each other, and the other party still sent out the Dharma Act. The Dharma Act may be the reason for his victory yesterday, and his behavior today was obviously different from yesterday. Although he was trying hard to restrain himself from showing it, his eyes obviously changed.

Zheng Lun was tall and did not ride a horse. Instead, he raised the demon-subduing pestle and ran out. Seeing that Zheng Lun was so reckless, Fajie was even more disdainful and shook the monk's robe, and was about to sacrifice his deadly skill White Bone Banner. Unexpectedly, Zheng Lun suddenly made a nasal sound that resounded through the sky while running, "Hmph—"

At this time, two white lights as thick as buckets suddenly appeared in Zheng Lun's two nostrils. The white light was extremely dazzling, making people dizzy and heartbeat, and a sense of fear arose in their hearts.

Before everyone could react, the white light had already surrounded the Dharma ring. The body of the Dharma ring gradually blurred in the white light, and then the white light disappeared. The Dharma ring also softened all over and fell to the ground. At this time, Zheng Lun barely arrived in front of the Dharma Realm. He lifted the belt of the Dharma ring with one hand, and walked into the formation like a hunter carrying the captured prey.

Damn, the masters fight, it turns out that it is so simple, the comparison is fast, accurate and ruthless. Compared with the exciting battles of dozens of rounds before, such a battle is truly amazing.

Zheng Lun returned to Xiqi camp with the Dharma Ring in his hand. The troops were staring at Zheng Lun and sweeping around him, as if there were flowers on Zheng Lun. However, Zheng Lun was not at all uncomfortable, threw the Dharma Ring on the ground and turned around and stood still.

At this moment, another general came out of Yuan Futong's camp, and he seemed to have strong magic power. He pointed his feet and flew straight to the center of the battlefield, and then slowly fell from the air.

When this man stood still, I squinted my eyes and looked carefully: I saw that he was also wearing a dark robe, with light eyebrows, fiery eyes, a fat hooked nose, tall cheekbones, and a curled corner of his mouth that seemed to be a smile, and was covered in evil spirits, but he didn't know the amount of magic power.

For some reason, his eyes always seemed to have a temptation, which attracted people to focus on his eyes. Suddenly, my mind was shocked and I was a little scared - I was distracted.

Only then did I realize that the generals of the entire Xiqi army were already stupid and smiling.

Damn, what else is this? If the other party launches a charge, Xiqi will be done. At this time, I don’t care about that much, so I went out to fight the horse, and on the way, twenty-four poems and eighteen arms were transformed into the way. All eighteen weapons were held in my hands, and halfway through the journey, I sacrificed six pure bamboos in the air.

The six pure bamboos have magic powers that close people's six sense consciousness, making people lose their consciousness. I see that the general of Yuan Futong standing on the field seemed to have some concerns about the six pure bamboos, and disappeared out of thin air with a "super" in a moment.

I didn't dare to fight, for fear of being trapped again, so I quickly returned to the formation. Only then did I realize that the expression of the Xiqi generals was eased, and they were all shaking their heads, as if they had just woken up, and at the same time they all seemed to wake up.

Damn, what kind of spell is this? Just a pair of eyes can confuse these many generals.

"What happened just now?" At this time, Jin Zha was closest to me, and I asked. At this time, Yuan Futong, who was wearing black, had not appeared yet. I don't know what tricks he was doing.

"I don't know what's going on, but it seems that I have a feeling that when I see myself cultivating to the golden body of a true immortal, there seems to be a voice telling myself that the world is yours, the three realms are yours, and all things are yours, and there is a feeling that makes people infinity expand." Jin Zha returned.

"Muzha, where are you?" I asked Muzha again not far away.

"The feeling just now made people feel scared. It seemed that they could not control their consciousness. Another self appeared in their hearts. Another self was instilling in me. What have you lost since childhood? What should be yours? Why should you give up? You should take them back together."

"That voice also told me that the reason why the twelve immortal heads under the seat of Master Yuanshi Tianzun achieved such great achievements was the result of constantly seizing and possessing resources. He asked me to possess, snatch, and get back everything that should belong to me. I seemed to have also seen the moment when I had already become an immortal..."

Before Muzha finished speaking, I felt that there seemed to be some changes on the battlefield again. When I turned my head, I saw that the man in black appeared again.

What kind of dark magic power is this that can arouse the most primitive greedy nature in people's hearts. The reason why the cultivator wants to cultivate is to cultivate the greedy nature. If this is true, the ability of this talented person in Xiqi may be ruined by this guy.

"Don't even look at his eyes!" I shouted quickly. The most fatal thing about this guy is his eyes. If he stares at his eyes for a short while, he will fall into an illusion.

"Who are you? Come and sign up!" Wen Zhong urged the Mo Qilin to open and rush to the battlefield.

"I am a Xiu family from the North Sea Arctic Island, named Sa Jian, and two brothers named Sa Qiang and Sa Yong." This guy is also very proud of his words, and he doesn't say much except his own name.

"It's all evil spells of psychedelic people's minds, but I, Wen Zhong, will meet you." Wen Zhong had arrived at Sa Qiang at this time. After saying this, he took out a cloth towel from his waist and covered his eyes. Damn, brother, you should take it easy, this is too risky.

"Garcia, Inca, don't be in love with the battle!" At this time, I shouted. At this time, I no longer cared about what those people thought of me, so I called out in Cosco, otherwise I wouldn't know who I died for.

Wen Zhong was obviously shocked, and then saw him smile relaxedly and returned in Kosco: "I understand, Sapa? Inca!" This body is just for brothers, so why not kill and cut off all over the body?

"Wen Zhong, Wen Zhong, you must have nothing to do!" I silently recited in my heart.

At this time, Wen Zhong rode on the Mo Qilin, whipping left and right, listening to the movement with his head tilted. Sa Jian also pulled out a black iron sword. Suddenly, the male and female whips collided with the iron sword, and made a tinging sound.

After fighting for several rounds, Sa Qiang suddenly withdrew a few steps. Wen Zhong caught the opportunity, his eyes on his forehead suddenly opened, and a ray of light shot out. Sa Qiang was the old method again and disappeared in an instant.

This time he reappeared in another place. What kind of transfer spell is this guy using? It seems that it is not a escaping technique.

At this time, a bronze mirror was taken out from my hand and chanted: "I disappeared for so long just now, and I went back to get my magic weapon. Human nature is greedy, and can swallow the moon and heaven, clear mind can be destroyed, and few desires can be ignited! Call the greedy mirror, a mantra!"

At this time, Wen Zhong heard the sound and turned his head suddenly. The eyes on his forehead looked straight at the bronze mirror in Sa Jian's hand. The eyes suddenly lost their light and gradually dimmed.

Wen Zhong's actions shocked everyone. He took off the cloth scarf from his eyes, looked expressionless, drove the black Qilin, and rushed towards Yuan Futong's camp...

"Take it!" Yuan Futong ordered, and the troops rushed forward and tied Wen Zhong up.

"This man's magic power is not weak, and he is all equipped with the Five Elements Escape Technique. He sent orders, set up a wooden frame, hung him upside down in front of the military tent, so he could escape!" Yuan Futong gave the order decisively. I knew in my heart that the reason why he did not kill Wen Zhong was to use Wen Zhong to exchange for the magic precepts.

(End of this chapter)
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