At the top of the Sishui Pass, Su Jin clearly saw that the power of Nezha and Ao Bing was enough to suppress Yang Jian’s fight, but if Wei Hu was added, then the two young people would no longer be their opponents, and they would even be in danger in a flash.

"Trial Master, come with me to destroy Wei Hu's arrogance." Su Jin summoned a fairy sword with a flashing cold light and turned his head to Wen Zhongdao beside him.

Wen Zhong turned over and stepped on the Mo Qilin, took out the male and female whip and said, "Good, it's just right for a certain person...Master Zhang, please ask first."

Su Jin and his sword merged into one, and the immortal sword turned into a green edge and quickly stabbed Wei Hu's chest.

Wen Zhong drove the ink unicorn and crossed the void, his speed was only a little slower than the immortal sword, and soon came to Wei Hu.

Suddenly, he was attacked by these two people from both sides. Wei Hu felt bitter as if he had eaten coptis chinensis. After dragging his tired and sore body to fight them for more than twenty rounds, he turned around and ran away, shouting loudly while running: "Senior Brother Yang Jian, go quickly. This is no longer a fighter, but a besieged by many of them. If he doesn't leave at this time, he may not be able to leave even when his fairy energy is exhausted!"

Wei Hu's escape made Nezha, Ao Bing, Su Jin and Wen Zhong all locked Yang Jian on his own.

Yang Jian's heart shivered suddenly, and his thoughts moved, and seventy-three clones transformed into them, leaving behind thirty-six four people who were blocking the gradually surrounding him. The remaining thirty-seven clones left the battlefield at an extremely fast speed and rushed towards the direction of the Zhou army.

When Su Jin and others were about to completely eliminate these thirty-six clones, the thirty-seven clones had already run into the Zhou army and merged into one person.

"Master Zhang, do you think we can achieve a phased victory now with all our might?" He stood in the middle of the battlefield with a mo Qilin standing up at the center of the battlefield. Wen Zhong raised his eyes and looked at the Zhou army camp and asked softly.

"You can't do this." Su Jin responded: "This is forcing the top ten golden immortals to jump over the wall. Don't look at their fearless appearance because of their concerns about the fire of karma, and the harmless appearance of humans and animals, once they are forced into a desperate situation, they will definitely not lack the courage to burn both jade and stone. After all, they can still take a cushion before they die, so it's not a loss."

Wen Zhong nodded and said, "Then let them die slowly. Anyway, they should be anxious? It's not us."

"We must speed up the advancement." Half an hour later? In the tent of Zhou Jun, Chi Jingzi frowned? He whispered: "It took so long for a single Sishui Pass to fight for so long? Isn't it going to take ten or eight years to fight us from here?"

Yu Ding Zhenren said: "There is no need to hide it now? Everyone thinks about who else can help!"

"I have an idea, I don't know if it's feasible." Daoxing Tianzun said suddenly.

"Is it feasible? Let everyone discuss it and you will know." Chi Jingzi said.

Daoxing Tianzun nodded? Turning his eyes to Jiang Shang, he said, "For us, it is a very disadvantageous thing to dissipate our entire cultivation level and become the gods on the list and become the gods on the list? But for countless casual cultivators and wild gods in the three realms? Being able to reach the list and become the gods in the heavens will from now on relying on the big tree in the heavens is a happy event worth celebrating.

Why don’t we hang the List of Gods on the Platform of Gods to use it as a list of talents to send news to the entire Three Realms? As long as we are monks who help the Zhou army fight, all those who survive will be granted the gods in their flesh? Even if we unfortunately die, we can still be given the gods in the ghosts.

In this way? I guess there will be a steady stream of immortals and gods coming to our army to help. What will the Shang army fight against us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the golden immortals suddenly lit up? Only a trace of worry flashed across Jiang Ziya's face? Hesitantly said: "There are 365 gods on the list of gods. If there are thousands of people, this gods will definitely not be enough for them to share."

"Junior Brother Ziya, we only collect gods who can help us, and we won't collect as much as we come. Besides, we only promise to enthrone them in the gods, but we do not promise to be the right god! Only those powerful enough monks can occupy a place on the list of gods." said the Heavenly Lord of Daoxing.

Jiang Ziya said: "But..."

"Not so many, but, if, but!" Chi Jingzi made a decision: "That's the decision, Junior Brother Huanglong and Junior Brother Samantabhadra, you two escort Ziya back to Qishan's Gods Terrace and hang the Gods List; as for the other brothers, they will use their magical powers to spread this matter to the Three Realms as soon as possible!"

Soon, Samantabhadra True Man drove the auspicious clouds and took Huanglong and Jiang Shang to Qishan quickly. Halfway through the journey, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Ziya, what did you want to say just now?"

Jiang Ziya tried hard to squeeze out a smile, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, it's because I'm thinking too much."

"There are only three of us here. You can say what you think of. Even if you say something wrong, Huang Long and I will not scold you." Samantabhadra said.

Jiang Ziya was silent for a moment, and suddenly sighed: "I have seen the process of human beings gradually turning from normal people into madmen. The last step to becoming madmen is to lose everything they once had, become extremely crazy, and then go from madness to madness, and finally be completely lost...

The feeling that you are now giving me is that you are at this stage. You know that you cannot do something, but you have to do it. You are like a gambler and keep placing it on the gambling table. Once you lose everything you have now, once you lose all the chips in your hands, I can't imagine what kind of ending it will be."

Samantabhadra's face changed slightly, and finally he smiled dryly: "Haha, you are right, you are really thinking a little too much."

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Ziya was completely disappointed, shook her head and stopped talking.

If you want to destroy a person, you must first make him crazy.

In order for them to survive the killing disaster, these senior brothers have fallen into a state of madness. So how long will it take for them to be destroyed?

One day later.

Inside the city guard.

Yu Hua ran into Wen Zhong's temporary residence in panic and shouted loudly: "It's not good that Grand Master, something big happened."

In the courtyard, Wen Zhong, who was playing chess with Su Jin, put down his dark spoils and raised his eyes and asked, "What's the big deal? Zhou army has invited another group of powerful reinforcements?"

Yu Hua smiled bitterly and said, "This is not a matter of one or two batches. Jiang Ziya hangs the list of gods on the Gods Platform, summons heroes from the Three Realms to jointly attack merchants, and promises that the ultimate surviving flesh and souls of gods will be engraved in the gods. Now the three realms are shaking, and countless monks who are interested in the gods are coming out and are rushing towards Qishan continuously."

Wen Zhong stood up and said, "We must stop this at all costs, otherwise our future troubles will be endless!"
Chapter completed!