The situation in Kowloon Island is dangerous, and no grass grows on it, only strange peaks and rocks are listed among them. However, the island is filled with spiritual energy, which is very suitable for monks to practice. There are two groups of people occupying Kowloon Island, all of whom are the monks of the Jie Cult. They do not interfere with each other, and they also have no contact with each other.

In the east are Wang Mo, Yang Sen and others who call themselves the Four Saints of Jiulong Island, while those occupying the west are Master Lu Yue, the disciple of the plague god. One day, Wang Mo and the four were meditating on the beach, and suddenly someone drove onto Jiulong Island.

In this misty East China Sea, each other has already defined their spheres of influence and has no offense. Such direct landing measures like the island can be seen as disrespect for the master.

The demon king wore a snail and a hydrated suit, his face was like a full moon, and he was faintly the leader of the four. He frowned, rose up, and wondered, "Who will the visitor be?"

Yang Sen sneered and said, "No matter who it is, if there is no good reason later, he must look good!" Yang Sen's dress was very different from Wang Mo, as if he was a later generation. He wore a lotus seed hoop and soap clothes. His face was like the bottom of a pot, and his must be like cinnabar. His two yellow eyebrows were like swords, flying slanted into his temples.

Gao Yougan and Li Xingba remained silent. In just a moment, the person who came had already arrived in front of them, bowed to the ground, and said, "Four fellow Taoists, Wen Zhong is here to ask for help!"

Yang Sen and Wen Zhong were the most closest. Seeing the other person's miserable appearance with disheveled hair, they were shocked. They hurried forward and asked with concern: "Why did fellow Taoist look like this?"

Wen Zhong laughed terrified, quickly explained the current situation of the Shang Dynasty, and then said: "On the way to the East China Sea, I was ambushed by five people and my mount was killed. If it weren't for Yun Zhongzi's rescue, I would have died at this moment!"

After hearing this, Yang Sen and the other two looked at Wang Mo to see how he made a decision. Wang Mo pondered for a moment and said, "Fellow Taoist, you and I are all disciples of the Jie Sect, and they are all disciples of the Jie Sect, and they are responsible for each other's ability. However, the leader has ordered that the disciples of the Jie Sect should close their caves and sing quietly to Huang Ting, and ignore the right and wrong in the outside world, otherwise they will die and be listed as the gods."

Wen Zhong was not so bad, Yang Sen was already shouting: "Brother, Wen Zhong is my fellow Taoist. Now that he is in trouble, how can we not help? Jiang Ziya has only been practicing Taoism for forty years, and is the laughing stock of Kunlun. What can I do? I dare to be a god! When I go down the mountain to capture him, Dao Chaoge is clear and the punishment of the canon is also a matter of Kunlun knows that I am a great scholar. The law is extraordinary!"

Wang Mo said slowly: "Second brother, are you going to provoke disputes between the two sects? The leader said that Fengming Qishan, Wuzhou and Shang Dynasty were already destined to be destined by heaven, how can we go against the heavens?"

As a disciple of the three generations of disciples who intervened in the secular world, Wen Zhong was not qualified to obtain such news. Hearing that the leaders of the three religions all said that the Western Zhou Dynasty was about to rise and replaced the Shang Dynasty, his face turned pale with a sound, and he immediately became lost, as if he was ten years old. God's will is so destiny that it cannot be stopped by human power!

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something to Yang Sen, but countless words came to his mouth, but he couldn't say it. Wen Zhong smiled bitterly, bowed and bowed, and wanted to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, Yang Sen grabbed him like he did, not allowing Wen Zhong to leave.

Yang Sen was silent for a long time, and finally said firmly: "I, Yang Sen, naturally agree with the words of the leader. Since he said Fengming Qishan and Western Zhou Dangxing, there would be no mistakes! However, Wen Zhong is my brother, and I cannot leave him alone. Even if it is the Western Zhou Dangxing, I will have to wait until Wen Zhong leaves before he can rise. Otherwise, even if they are fired, I will pay dividends with one slap."

"If the three brothers are willing to help me, Yang Sen will be grateful. If they don't want to, Yang Sen will not dare to force them! Brother Wen Zhong and I will say goodbye! Go to the Yellow River to fight against Jiang Ziya!" After saying that, Yang Sen was expressionless and pulled Wen Zhong to leave.

Wang Mo snorted and shouted coldly: "Yang Sen, you two stop! If you still think we are your brothers, just stop and listen to me finish your words!"

Yang Sen said excitedly: "What else is there to say? The Yellow River is about to break, maybe Jiang Ziya and the others have arrived at Chaoge City!"

Wang Mo said helplessly: "Second brother, although things seem urgent, I will definitely have nothing to do when I look at the Yellow River defense line. Second brother, don't be in a hurry. This matter is not a trivial matter, we must think of a complete solution."

Yang Sen murmured: "What can we do? The left and right are just fighting. The generals of Xiqi are just a group of native chickens and tiles. If we brothers take action, we will not be able to capture it."

Wang Mo said with a look of regret, "Second brother, can you think with your head? The few people who ambushed Wen Daoist are all extraordinary and we cannot easily win. Besides, Jiang Ziya's opponent can easily defeat Chaoge's elite in a hundred battles, which is definitely not easy for him to go with him. You must be careful about this battle. It is a trivial matter if we die. If we lose our reputation as a sect, how can we be worthy of the leader."

Speaking of this, Yang Sen was speechless. Wang Mo took two steps left and right with his hands in his arms, looked down at the cliff, looked at the white waves and the towering black reefs under his feet, and secretly worried about the future.

After a while, Wang Mo asked, "Fellow Daoist Wen, do you still invite others to help with the boxing?"

Wen Zhong said in surprise: "No, aren't the four fellow Taoists enough?" Wang Mo shook his head and said: "Fellow Taoists are also old people in the army. How come they don't know that lions fight rabbits and use all their strength. Besides, since Jiang Ziya can send someone to ambush you thousands of miles away, the manpower must be extremely sufficient, which means that the two armies will inevitably have strong hands in front of the formation. If we go there, we may not be able to win!"

Wang Mo said something in a casual manner, with reasonable and evidence, and Yang Sen was speechless. Wen Zhong thought for a while and said, "Okay! I will find more friends to help the boxing, and I will definitely succeed in the battle, defeat Jiang Ziya, and capture the rebel alive. After this battle, I will return to the mountains and forests with all the fellow Taoists, and no matter what is right or wrong in the world."

Wang Mo laughed and said, "That's the best!" But in his heart, Wang Mo was not optimistic about this action, but he was unwilling to say some discouraging words that would damage morale.

Wang Mo said: "Everyone thinks of some ways, don't let fellow Taoist Wen be busy all the time. Anyone who knows to make friends may as well go and find them together. This battle is only allowed to win, not lose! Otherwise, thousands of years of practice will become a painting cake."

Wen Zhong said in a deep voice: "I have a relationship with Luo Xuan, the fairy in the flames of Fire Dragon Island, and Zhao Gongming from Luofu Cave. We should ask them to help you temporarily!" Wang Mo nodded and said: "We will go with you to show sincerity! It's just that Emei is too far away, so let's give up for the time being. Unfortunately, we are not familiar with Lu Yue in the west, otherwise he will be a strong support."

As soon as Wang Mo finished speaking, Li Xingba slowly stood up and said in a deep voice: "Brother, this is a bad thing!"

Li Xingba was wearing a light yellow robe and his face was as heavy as a date. Seeing the other people's surprise eyes, he smiled slightly and explained: "We fought with Jiang Ziya for brothers Wen Zhong and for the sake of my Jie Sect. If my disciples were slaughtered at will in the secular world, who would have entered my Jie Sect's door in the future? Therefore, our battle is also for the leader's principles. Even though Lu Yue is not familiar with me, everyone belongs to the same lineage and should support each other, not to mention that this is also for the great cause of the sect. Lu Yue has no reason to refuse. I will convince him that the eldest brother will do other things."

Wang Mo glanced at Li Xingba deeply and said, "That's how I'm working on my third brother!"

Gao Yougan said, "Jiang Ziya is the descendant of the master's lineage after all. If he hurts his face, he will not look good. Please ask the Ten Heavenly Lord of Bailu Island to take action and set up a formation and ask the masters of the Western Zhou Dynasty to break the formation. If they can break the formation of my Jie Cult, it means that the will of heaven belongs to Zhou, and we can only admit defeat and return to the island. If they cannot break it, we will let us capture the rebellious leader and hand it over to fellow Taoist Wen to deal with it. We will continue to return to the island to practice cultivation. What is this? "

The other few people looked at each other, slicked their hands and laughed, and said in unison: "The Ten Heavenly Lord has been studying the formation for thousands of years. Who can break it in a daze? This plan is a very short time!

(The next chapter will be later!)
Chapter completed!