People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 342 The world is not worth it, swords and swords cut the black whip
The best of the three generations of disciples of the Chan Sect were almost all disciples of the Twelve Golden Immortals. Jiang Ziya sat on the back of the Sibu Xiang, his eyes sharp, and said: "Wen Zhong, today I will definitely kill you under the Qilin."

Wen Zhong smiled wildly, with a sad look on his face: "Jiang Ziya, since you don't dare to fight with your body, I will kill them first, and then fight with you."

There was a blood-red glow in Wen Zhong's eyes.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

Fairy Yunxiao sat on the clouds, with the Jiaowei Qin appearing in her hand. She sighed, "The Conferred God Calamity is the disaster that the gods have brought upon themselves in the mortal world. The calamity sent down by the heavens has nothing to do with the right or wrong of living beings. Wen Zhong, today, my uncle will sing a song, Bi Luo Yin, to send you off."

The melodious and desolate sound of the piano resounded through the heaven and earth. The waves of yellow sand blocked the sight of all living beings. The sound of the piano entered the Tao, and a desolate song fell. All traces of people disappeared thousands of miles away. The mysterious light of the sword shot towards everyone.

The White Crane Boy held a jade ruyi in his hand, radiating divine light, and smashed it towards Wen Zhong.

Wei Tuo, holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand and standing on a golden lotus platform, also entered the formation.

Lei Zhenzi's wings flew up, holding a thunder chisel in his hand, and lightning burst out of his body, striking towards Wen Zhong's crown.

The Jade Ruyi radiated an infinite divine light, which landed on Wen Zhong's shoulder, knocking him off the Black Kirin. Wen Zhong rolled on the ground, and blood came out of his mouth. The double whips in his hands flew, and he rushed towards the White Crane Boy.

The piano sounds urgent.

There were bursts of killing sounds.

Wen Zhong didn't care about his injuries and approached the White Crane Boy. His iron whip fell and the Jade Ruyi burst into infinite divine light, protecting the White Crane Boy by his side.

Weng~
Out of reach.

Although the White Crane Boy was protected by the Jade Ruyi, he was still knocked down into the void by Wen Zhong and fell into the yellow sand. The yellow sand buried him and turned him into a stone sculpture, while his soul escaped.

Absorbed by the List of Gods.

"Come again."

Wen Zhong laughed loudly and rushed towards Wei Tuo. The demon-subduing pestle in Wei Tuo's hand turned into an iron hammer and smashed towards Wen Zhong. Wen Zhong's head tilted.

Avoid the fatal blow.

The iron whip flew out of his hand and pierced Wei Tuo's chest.

Ah ~
"I'm not convinced."

Wei Tuo closed his eyes unwillingly, and his soul was drawn to the List of Gods.

Lei Zhenzi was soaring in the sky, and his eyes widened when he saw this scene. He wasted time in the void, and the thunder chisel in his hand was waving lightning, striking Wen Zhong so hard that he was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Mo Qilin saw that Wen Zhong was dying of blood and insisted.

With a rage in his heart, he stomped his feet, leaped into the air, stretched out his sharp claws, and tore off Lei Zhenzi's wings before he could react, causing him to fall into the yellow sand.

"Evil beast."

Lei Zhenzi got angry and stabbed the Thunder Chisel into Mo Qilin's eyeball. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and Mo Qilin left first. Wen Zhong was filled with grief and indignation, and said, "Old friend, go with peace of mind. I will follow you soon."

Wen Zhong stood at the entrance of the yellow sand formation, holding an iron whip.

Facing Jiang Ziya from a distance.

"Jiang Ziya, do you dare to fight?"

The Sibu Xiang that Jiang Ziya was sitting on let out a wail, shook, and threw Jiang Ziya to the ground. Jiang Ziya stood up in a panic and looked at Wen Zhong's unyielding look.

A look of fear in my heart.

He was just a mortal who had not yet achieved immortality, so how could he be a match for Wen Zhong.

"Where is Yang Jian?"

An idea suddenly flashed through Jiang Ziya's mind. The disciples of the Chan Sect were so frightened that they dared not step forward. Even the Twelve Golden Immortals felt their scalps tingling, as they had seen Wen Zhong's determination to die.

It's a completely lifeless approach.

If they entered the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation and Wen Zhong blew himself up and took them away, they would really be in tears. Fortunately, Jiang Ziya was a man with quick wit.

Watch the disciples of Jiejiao killing each other.

Yang Jian originally did not want to enter the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, but under Jiang Ziya's repeated urging, he had no choice but to enter the formation.

"Yang Jian, I'm here to meet Senior Brother Wen Zhong."

Yang Jian stood in the yellow sand formation and bowed with both hands. "You are here."

Wen Zhong's eyes were filled with tears of blood.

"I regretted not listening to Uncle Master Lu Yue's advice and risked my life for the Shang Dynasty. Emperor Xin was unjust, and the phoenix was singing in Mount Qishan, but I still wanted to go against the will of heaven."

"The teachings of Jiejiao: to intercept a ray of divine information for all living beings."

Yang Jian shook his head: "Brother Wen, don't you think this is inconsistent?"

"My master once thought about helping the Shang Dynasty, but what did he get in the end? The emperor is unjust, which is a disaster for humanity. The emperors of the Shang Dynasty, who ruled the country with their own family, have been doing nothing all their lives since Cheng Tang, the founder of the Shang Dynasty. It is better not to have such an emperor."

"Yes."

The iron whip in Wen Zhong's hand glowed black, and he said, "I chose this path myself, so let me do my best for the path I chose."

"good!"

"kill!"

The two men simultaneously raised their iron whips and three-pointed, double-edged swords and rushed towards each other.

The sound of black iron clashing against each other.

Fire splattered.

In the fierce battle, both of them tried their best. Wen Zhong fought to the death, while Yang Jian showed him the greatest respect and used all his magical powers.

Or a goshawk fighting a flying tiger.

Or Vajra subduing the devil.

The art of transformation was easy for the two of them to master. Roaring Sky Dog wanted to join the battle but was directly shouted back by Yang Jian. It stood aside obediently and watched in a daze as the two of them fought from the sky to the ground.

Explore the nine heavens above and measure the nine underworlds below.

No one dared to stop him.

Blood flowed from his eyebrows and Wen Zhong died of exhaustion.

Standing at the entrance of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, a pair of iron whips were directly cut off by the three-pointed, two-edged sword and shattered at his feet. Yang Jian's tiger mouth was torn, and the three-pointed, two-edged sword was almost unable to be held.

He said sadly: "Wen Zhong died of exhaustion."

"It is a blessing from heaven that the Shang Dynasty has a loyal minister like you. We, the disciples of Jiejiao, should cherish your memory."

After seeing this, Jiang Ziya's eyes filled with tears. Finally, Wen Zhong was killed, and the Xiqi army could march straight ahead.

Haha
"Yang Jian, you should be the first to make the contribution. After I return to Xiqi, I will definitely ask for a job for you."

Yang Jian's beautiful eyes turned cold as he stared at Jiang Ziya: "Jiang Ziya, this is a calamity for the gods, why should you be happy? Yang Jian doesn't care about false reputation, I hope you will do well."

Then he walked into the tent.

The Golden Spirit Mother shed a tear and shook her head helplessly. An exquisite wooden coffin condensed in the void. Upon closer inspection, it was found to be made of the branches and leaves of the Jianmu tree.

"Soul, come back!"

Wen Zhong's soul walked out of his body, looked up at the Golden Spirit Mother and said, "If there is an afterlife, Wen Zhong will never leave the mountain. I only wish to serve Master, either as a Taoist boy or a gatekeeper."

“The world isn’t worth it.”

"Foolish boy, why do you need the next life? Your uncle Lu Yue has already sought the position of Thunder God. Your real name is on the Conferred God List. You should take on the position of Universal God. Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all under your control."

"God's will is like a knife. Go ahead."

The Golden Spirit Mother waved her hand, and Wen Zhong's soul was attracted to the List of Gods. Above the Heavenly Palace, on the altar, as soon as Wen Zhong was drawn here, countless disciples of the Jiejiao came forward.

Say hello to him.

Fairy Yunxiao and Mother Jinling looked at each other, and left some third-generation disciples of Jiejiao as cannon fodder for Juelong Ridge to fight to the death with the immortals and Buddhas of Xiqi camp, or to self-destruct.

Or cruel.

One-on-one, he also took away many disciples of the Chan sect and the Western sect.

(End of this chapter)