I Have a Trillion Merits

Yuanyuan stood in front of the water mirror, looking at Nezha and Lei Zhenzi in the mirror.

I fell into deep thought for a while.

After all, almost all the sages in the prehistoric period believed that the Penglai lineage would not interfere in this matter.

After all, there are Ao Xue and the Dragons of the Four Seas.

There is absolutely no need for them to enter the calamity, but now it seems that Penglai not only intervenes in this matter, but also occupies the other side of the calamity.

Now we can only see who can win the final victory.

After all, this calamity happened between Dashang and Xiqi.

There is always one side to lose.

And the defeated side will naturally be on the list of gods, and will be under the jurisdiction of the heaven in the future.

In the water mirror.

Chonghouhu's headless body fell in the middle of the battlefield, blood was scattered all over the ground, and the smell of blood was extremely strong.

After hearing Nezha's words, the golden-robed boy's face changed slightly.

He shouted coldly: "I am a disciple of Daoist Yuding, Jinpao, who are you?"

When Nezha heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched. If it was compared to the backstage, he really wasn't afraid of anyone.

But in the end he didn't speak.

Lei Zhenzi on the side said, "I am the hundredth adopted son of Xibohou. Today I am here to welcome General Huang into Xiqi. Please retreat quickly, or don't blame my subordinates for being merciless."

Hearing this, the golden-robed boy sneered, then stopped talking, and turned to look at Grand Master Wen beside him.

After all, this trip was led by Grand Master Wen, he came in halfway and had no right to speak.

Grand Master Wen looked at Nezha and Lei Zhenzi opposite, and his heart moved slightly.

He had already received the news before, if he ran into someone from Penglai, he should not fight him.

On the contrary, it is to explain and teach, and if you can pit it, you will pit it.

With this in mind, Grand Master Wen looked at the boy in the golden robe beside him, and then at Nezha and Lei Zhenzi on the opposite side, already thinking about it.

But before he could open his mouth, he heard Huang Feihu on the opposite side say loudly:

"Uncle, grand master, and the brothers who guard the gates, I think you all know what I am like."

"However, King Zhou of Shang now indulges in debauchery and debauchery, and listens to the words of treacherous sycophants, causing the government to be reversed, and the people of Li are suffering unspeakably."

"Not long ago, King Zhou of the Shang Dynasty bullied my wife and daughter, disobeyed etiquette and morality, killed my wife and destroyed justice, and directly forced me to rebel against the court song."

Huang Feihu was calm and composed. With the help of two immortals here, he felt a lot more at ease.

So he said all the words that had been stored in his heart for many years.

"I, Huang Feihu, feel that I am not ashamed of Chaoge. Before that, I led troops to pacify the East China Sea, and made more than 200 great achievements."

"Betraying Chaoge at this time is not because of disloyalty or unrighteousness, but because of the helplessness of the king of Shang."

Huang Feihu was loyal and righteous all his life, if it hadn't been for King Zhou of Shang who was persecuted by him because of his innocence, how could he have rebelled against the court song.

Grand Master Wen said with a smile: "Since this is the case, you don't need to say more."

Afterwards, he turned his head to look at the boy in the golden robe, and said with a smile, "Then I will trouble you to bring Huang Feihu and his family back."

Hearing the words, the golden-robed boy raised his head slightly, with an air of arrogance.

Now that there are immortals here, it is obvious that the ordinary army is useless at this time.

In this prehistoric age, high-end combat power can often determine the outcome of a war.

Wen Zhong looked at the expression on the boy in the golden robe, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw the golden-robed boy flipping his hands, a brilliance flying, and a long sword appeared in his hand instantly.

It is the Houtian Lingbao that is modeled after the Jade Cauldron Immortal Sword.

The boy in the golden robe smiled proudly, and then went straight to Nezha with a sword in his hand. The boy in red had dared to despise him so much before.

Really deserve to be killed!

And Wen Zhong below waved his hand slightly, and directly asked the rest of the guards to bring back the sergeants in his pass.

After all, the battle of immortals is likely to hurt innocent people.

It was no longer suitable for these ordinary mortal sergeants to be present.

As for the sergeants who came with him, they stayed in place one by one, waiting for the order of Grand Master Wen.

In mid-air, Lei Zhenzi looked at Grand Master Wen warily.

Seeing this, Grand Master Wen showed a smile at Lei Zhenzi, which made the other party puzzled for a while.

High-altitude battlefield.

Seeing the golden-robed boy approaching with a sword, Nezha didn't feel flustered, he swung the pointed spear in his hand and took it straight.

Immediately, he held the golden robe boy who came forward.

Then it flew in a circle of heaven and earth, directly bypassing the front, and went straight to the back of the golden robe boy's head.

Seeing this, the golden-robed boy quickly withdrew his long sword and sent the Qiankun circle flying.

During the battle between the two, in mid-air, brilliant magic power shot away, stirring up the wind and clouds in the sky.

For a moment, the surrounding area was gloomy, and endless murderous aura spread.

Flying sand and rocks, on the ground, none of the soldiers brought by Wen Zhong could open their eyes.

The same is true for Huang Feihu and others.

They could only hear the endless roaring sound coming from their ears, shaking their hearts and souls.

They all seemed a little shivering.

Wen Taishi looked at the battle in the sky, the corners of his mouth lightly raised, his cultivation base was higher than Nezha and Jinpao Boy, so it was natural to see who had the upper hand now.

Whether it's skills or treasures, Nezha is better than Jinpao Boy.

Moreover, the cultivation base of this golden-robed boy is a bit vain, which is obviously the result of over-exerting.

Obviously, after a while, the golden-robed boy will definitely lose.

In the mid-air in front of Grand Master Wen, Lei Zhenzi waved his wings, hovered in the mid-air, and looked at Wen Zhong vigilantly.

He knew very little about things in the prehistoric world.

So I didn't know that Wen Zhong was a member of Jiejiao, and Jiejiao had always been friends with Penglai Xiandao.

Therefore, Grand Master Wen would not act secretly at all.

What's more, what Grand Master Wen was thinking at this time was whether the golden robe boy would die.

After all, today's elucidation and interruption of teaching can be said to be incompatible.

If it is said that Yuan Yuan and Tongtian only see, there is still a trace of friendship between the three Qings, but there is no friendship between the second-generation disciples of explaining teachings and cutting teachings.

Moreover, the Twelve Golden Immortals, who explained the teachings, looked down on the disciples of the Jiejiao.

How can there be friendship.

All I saw was the fire-tipped spear in mid-air, which was as powerful as a rainbow, and the tip of the spear shone brightly in mid-air, drawing out a streak of silver light.

Swinging the long sword, he kept resisting the fire-pointed spears and Huntian Ling attacking in front of him.

From time to time, it is necessary to resist the Qiankun Circle that is secretly attacked.

The boy in the golden robe is feeling more and more strenuous now, but looking at Nezha's playful face, he is still gritting his teeth and persevering.

A moment later, the Qiankun Circle, which had been circling and flying, galloped towards the golden-robed boy again while the golden-robed boy was resisting the pointed spear.

The boy in the golden robe felt a gust of cool wind blowing from behind him, and a great terror descended on his heart, so he hurriedly wanted to withdraw his long sword and move his body, trying to avoid Nezha's fatal blow.

But how could Nezha let go of such a good opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when the golden-robed boy had just made a move.

So he covered his figure with Huntian silk and forcibly trapped him in place.

The cold wind howled.

The circle of heaven and earth struck in an instant, directly hitting the back of the golden robe boy's head.