"But we can't do nothing, right?" Wen Zhong said worriedly: "The List of Gods is hanging on Qishan. There are more and more scattered immortals and demons in the Zhou army, and there are fewer and fewer sacred gods we can invite. As one goes up and down, it is difficult for the Sishui Pass and even the behind the levels to stop the Zhou army's attack."

Su Jin said: "Don't panic, the matter is not as serious as you think.

First of all, you need to understand one thing: true great powers are disdainful to be the righteous god of the Heavenly Court. Only those scattered immortals like rootless duckweed and demon gods with no identity background will be interested in the position of the righteous god of the Heavenly Court.

Among these people, there may be some tough stubborn things, but there will definitely not be too many. Therefore, there will be no scenes like you imagined, where countless immortals and gods pass through the five levels and kill the generals like they are destroying each other."

Wen Zhongjing thought about it, and his originally tense mood gradually relaxed and said with a smile: "Master Zhang laughed."

Su Jin shook his head and said, "I understand that the Master is just concerned and confused, and there is nothing to laugh at."

"The Taoist priest looks like Zhizhu is holding it. Could it be that he has already been calculating about it?"

Su Jin smiled and said, "The Ancestral Sect uses the List of Gods to lure the immortals and demons to drive them. We can also post the list of recruitment and invite the gods of the Three Realms to help.

The difference is that helping the Ancestral Sect camp, you can be on the list and become a god, while helping us get rewards such as elixirs, spiritual medicines, martial arts, secret techniques, human favors, etc..”

"If you use your own way, you will treat your body..." Wen Zhong murmured: "Just like this, Sishui Pass will probably become a huge battlefield of gods and demons in the future."

"It's not just a battlefield of gods and demons, but also a giant flesh-and-blood grinder." Su Jin said seriously: "It won't take long. A large number of gods and demons cultivators will be killed in battle every day before the Sishui Pass, becoming a center of the killing disaster in the Three Realms.

And what's worse is that the killing disasters of gods and immortals are quantitative. As more and more gods and demons die, fewer and fewer karma fire shackles bound to the ten golden immortals will be.

When the number of gods and demons in death reaches a certain extreme, the shackles surrounding the golden immortals of the Ancestral Sect will completely disappear.

It’s time to wait for this time to start the real decisive battle.”

Wen Zhong imagined the battle between the Jinxians of the Chan Sect and the second generation of the Jie Sect, and he was a little chilling in an instant.

"Be mentally prepared. The future battle is no longer about you asking for a few reinforcements. I'll invite a few reinforcements. It's so easy for everyone to fight in front of the city gate." Su Jin said coldly.

Soon after, Su Jin's will was effectively implemented in Sishui Pass: Yu Hua set a list of recruitment on the city, waving in the wind; Wen Zhong sent a message back to Jieshi? Please ask the teachers and teachers of Jieshi to help spread the news of recruitment.

Compared with these second-generation masters of Jie Sect with great supernatural powers? Wen Zhong’s sense of existence in the entire cultivation world is too low. Even if he makes any sound, he cannot spread it throughout the three realms in the shortest time!

Two months later...

"Boom? Boom, Boom!"

Hundreds of immortals, gods and demons fought in a group outside the Sishui Pass? Various magic weapons and swords flew across the chests of some immortals and gods from time to time? They cut them down from high altitude.

At this time, the ground was covered with corpses of immortals and gods? A large amount of immortal and demonic aura continued to spread out from the corpses and returned to heaven and earth.

"Kill, kill as much as you like, the more you kill, the better!"

In front of the Zhou army camp? The top ten golden immortals of the Anarchy Sect looked ahead eagerly? The expression on their faces was almost crazy.

The more immortals and gods die now, the safer they will be.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sky becomes drizzy.

The immortals and gods who had fought for the whole day were exhausted and returned to their camps with the sound of the truce of the armistice.

The results of the battle seemed to have not changed at all from yesterday, but the soil in front of the city gate became even brighter.

"Taoshi? We are here to resign." Late at night, five immortal-level monks knocked on the gate of Wen Zhongyuan? He said with shame on his face.

Wen Zhong did not ask for the reason, and raised his hand to summon five white jade porcelain bottles. He said gently: "Now, even if you hide in the deep mountains, it may not be safe? There are five bottles of elixir pills here? It should be helpful to you. Please keep it and have a smooth journey."

The five people reached out to take the porcelain bottle blankly, and their old faces were as red as cooked prawns.

"Taishou, it's not that we are timid and afraid of war, but that we find that in today's battles of this level, we can't play any role, and we may even die under the immortal sword that flies from nowhere by accident. It's fine if we spend thousands of years of hard work and spend it all, but what's even more terrifying is that even the soul is difficult to escape..." Among the five people, a Taoist said softly.

"I understand, I understand." Wen Zhong said gently: "Go, be careful on the way."

Soon after seeing off the five people, more than ten people came to visit. Wen Zhong sighed and asked the servants to tell them to come again tomorrow, while he himself walked out of the room and merged into the darkness.

"Master Zhang, have you slept?" Not long after, Wen Zhong came to Su Jin's courtyard and looked at the still brightly lit bedroom.

Inside the bedroom.

Su Jin slowly walked to the door and reached out to open the wooden door, saying, "What's wrong, Grand Master?"

"In the past ten days, more than 530 monks have come to Sishui Pass. Five days later, nearly 200 people have died in battle. From the sixth day, people have said goodbye to me one after another.

If it weren't for the benefit of saying goodbye to me, there would be more people who wouldn't say goodbye. Following this trend, we will be in a situation where no one can be available in at most in another month.

Master Zhang, we must make plans early, otherwise it will be too late to regret it when things come."

Su Jin reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, saying, "I will go to Kowloon Island tomorrow morning and invite the four saints of Kowloon Island to come and help, maybe it will change the current situation."

"Thank you for your hard work." Master Wen said sincerely.

Su Jin waved his hand and said, "Tomorrow's battle, you can try to force Yu Hua to take action. This guy is holding a killing weapon that is enough to sway on the battlefield, but he is covered with it very tightly. He is determined to be a turtle with a head-reducing turtle, but he is really not a son of humanity."

Wen Zhong nodded and asked curiously: "What kind of killing weapon is Yu Hua holding in his hand?"

Su Jin smiled and said, "Will you know when you really force him to take action? Now it's less interesting to say it."

After hearing what he said, Wen Zhong couldn't help laughing: "Well, it's only been the case in the past two days. From the perspective of Jieshuo, I am his senior brother; from the perspective of official positions, I eat him tightly, no matter how cunning he is, he can't escape my palm."

Su Jin instructed: "It is okay to force him to take action, but you must not force him to die, otherwise we will not be able to explain to Yu Yuan!"
Chapter completed!