OBS Chapter 349 Wen Zhong Goes to Jue Long Ridge
Chapter 349 Wen Zhong Goes to Jue Long Ridge
Qishan.
All ten formations were broken, and even the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation set up by the Three Immortal Maidens was personally broken by the Primordial Heavenly Lord.
Standing atop the city wall, Wen Zhong gave a wry smile:
"Is Heaven truly determined to destroy the Shang dynasty?"
Xin Huan, who had wings, saw the 100,000 Zhou soldiers raising their flags to attack. She flew down and bowed, pleading:
"Grand Tutor, the current situation is unfavorable; let's retreat first."
"Where can we retreat to? If we retreat to one city, we will abandon the people of our Great Shang. You may retreat, but I, the Grand Tutor, will not."
Wen Zhong replied in a deep voice.
Anxiety appeared on Xin Huan's face.
Currently, all the Taoists from the Jie Sect in their camp have died tragically, and there are no soldiers left who can stop the Zhou army. If they do not retreat, they will die.
He earnestly advised:
"Grand Tutor, the Zhou army will not harm the civilians, but the soldiers are different. If we do not retreat, the remaining 30,000 troops will all die here."
Wen Zhong closed his eyes tightly.
His wrinkled hands gripped the city wall, trembling slightly.
After a long time, he finally made a decision:
"retreat!"
Wen Zhong decided to retreat while simultaneously meeting up with Deng Jiugong's reinforcements who were guarding Sanshan Pass.
The Chan Sect, on the other hand, already had a plan.
The Old Man of the South Pole bowed and looked at the approaching Daoist Burning Lamp, then called out:
"teacher."
Since his battle with Zhao Gongming, when his sika deer was torn in two by the Golden Dragon Scissors, Daoist Ran Deng has been traveling on foot, and his status as vice leader has plummeted.
As soon as he arrived, he looked at Yun Zhongzi and asked:
"Are you ready for the Divine Fire Pillar?"
Yun Zhongzi bows in reverence:
"Reporting to Master, the refining is complete. This disciple is waiting for news from everyone at Jue Long Ridge."
"Hmm." Daoist Ran Deng said in a deep voice, gazing in the direction where Wen Zhong's troops had retreated, and ordered, "Pursue."
Immediately, the members of the Chan Sect and the generals of the Zhou Dynasty all obeyed the order and gave chase.
Yang Jiao flew up into the clouds and headed in that direction faster than the others.
Wen Zhongxing's army wanted to head towards Jiameng Pass.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ziya, along with Nezha and Lei Zhenzi, were already waiting there.
Jiang Ziya advised:
"Grand Tutor has been an upright man all his life. If he is willing to submit to King Wu, he will certainly be treated with the same respect due to a Grand Tutor."
Wen Zhong snorted coldly, vowing never to be a traitor.
Without uttering a word, a beam of light shot out from his eye on his forehead, heading straight for Jiang Ziya's face. However, before it reached him, Nezha, who was standing beside Jiang Ziya, blocked the light with one hand, leaving his palm unharmed.
Nezha, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels and with his Universe Ring wrapped around him, could still lower his eyes to look at his palm and offer a critique:
"Not even half as good as Yang Jian's eyes."
Grand Tutor Wen was heartbroken to see how powerful Nezha was.
This is the son of the general of Chentang Pass during the Shang Dynasty! He was originally a good general, but because of Li Jing's mistake, Nezha became alienated from the country.
Xin Huan, who was behind him, spread his wings and flew out, shouting:
"Grand Tutor, go first. I will hold them off."
Xin Huan stepped forward, and Lei Zhenzi, who also had wings, excitedly said:
"Your wings are really not as nice as mine, you might as well take them off."
He brandished his Wind and Thunder Cudgel, and the two wrestled in the air.
Upon seeing this, the eagle-eyed and eagle-eared soldiers who accompanied the army excitedly embraced each other.
Thousand-Mile Eyes: "Finally, this is no ordinary person. This is a deity! Quick, let's seize the opportunity!"
"That thing with wings looks like it could kill someone!"
They shouted and rushed out.
Wen Zhong was deeply moved by what he saw:
"If everyone in Chaoge were like this, how could my Shang dynasty be in such a state today!"
Just as Jiang Ziya was about to use the God-Slaying Golden Whip to stop Wen Zhong, two female figures suddenly appeared in the air. They were Han Zhixian and Caiyun Fairy, who were helping the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao set up their formation.
The two girls stood side by side, blocking Wen Zhong's way. Han Zhixian opened her magic wind bag, and a fierce wind immediately arose, blinding everyone.
Nezha narrowed his eyes slightly.
Lei Zhenzi was even more unsteady on his feet due to the wind.
At the same time, Jiang Ziya took out the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl he had borrowed from the Immortal Du'e, and instantly calmed the raging wind.
Without the raging wind, Lei Zhenzi swung his staff to knock Xin Huan back, and then launched another attack on Han Zhixian, who was using a wind bag. Caiyun Fairy was shocked and stepped in front of Han Zhixian, but was pierced through by the wind and thunder staff.
Han Zhixian cried out in grief:
"Girl!"
Taking advantage of this moment, Jiang Ziya swung the God-Slaying Whip again. Han Zhixian was so immersed in her grief that she didn't notice. The God-Slaying Whip landed on her forehead and exploded instantly.
During the brief interruption, Wen Zhong had already left Peach Blossom Ridge.
Nezha was about to give chase, but Jiang Ziya stopped him, saying:
"As long as he doesn't enter Jiameng Pass, it's fine."
Wen Zhong was ordained by his master, the Golden Spirit Mother, to never encounter the word "Jue" in his life, and Jue Long Ridge was the place where Wen Zhong retreated.
Lei Zhenzi quickly clipped Xin Huan's wings, who was trying to stop him. Glancing out of the corner of his eye at the two figures, one thin and one fat, rushing towards him, he scoffed inwardly.
"A little monster like you, trying to get yourself killed?"
With undiminished speed, the clairvoyant and clairaudient became even more excited upon hearing the word "death," charging fiercely towards Lei Zhenzi's Wind and Thunder Cudgel, as if afraid he might miss even slightly.
This reckless behavior made Lei Zhenzi frown.
"So loyal to the emperor and so patriotic?"
He muttered something, hurriedly withdrew the Wind and Thunder Cudgel, and then cupped his hands towards the two of them, saying:
“I, Lei Zhenzi, admire people who value loyalty and righteousness the most. I will spare your lives. Go now, and never enter the world again. Find a mountain cave to cultivate.”
The Thousand-Mile Eyes and the Wind-Following Ears were immediately as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.
They just want to be involved in the world! They just want to die!
"Hit me, please, just kill me."
"Hit him on the head, here." Shunfeng'er bit his finger and drew a conspicuous circle on his temple, the most vulnerable spot on his head. "Here, one hit and he's dead."
Lei Zhenzi was only a teenager; he had never seen anything like this before.
He could barely hold onto the Wind and Thunder Staff, then turned and shouted at Nezha:
"Senior brother! There are two terrifying demons and monsters here!"
……
Wen Zhong led his last remaining troops in defeat and fled.
He was stopped by the White Crane Boy when he entered the five gates.
With no other way out, they headed towards the Yanshan Mountains.
After two cycles of night, they finally reached the foot of Yanshan Mountain, where Grand Tutor Wen's black unicorn stopped.
Wen Zhong looked up in that instant.
All that could be seen standing in the road ahead was a tall man dressed in the robes of a disciple of the Chan Sect. He had a solemn expression and held a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, standing in the middle of the road.
"Yang Jian has no intention of fighting with the Grand Tutor. Please, Grand Tutor, take another route."
Grand Tutor Wen recognized this person as Yang Jian, who had never been defeated since the start of the battle, and who had exceptionally become a disciple of the untrained Jade Cauldron Immortal.
In this world, Grand Tutor Wen has cultivated three eyes after birth, and also possesses the power of divine eyes.
He was willing to give it a try.
A beam of light suddenly appeared on his forehead.
Yang Jian remained standing in the same spot, neither dodging nor avoiding, and when he looked up again, a beam of silver light shot out from his forehead.
The two divine eyes converged in the middle.
It exploded suddenly.
It is extremely powerful.
Just as Wen Zhong was about to exclaim, "The younger generation is truly formidable," a beam of silver light unexpectedly shot out from the shattered area.
Like an arrow released from a bow, it struck Wen Zhong squarely in the shoulder, then lurched him off his mount.
Grand Tutor Wen's face showed a look of dejection, and he murmured:
"The innate divine eye is truly something that cannot be matched by anything cultivated later in life."
He had only wanted to give it a try, and now his wish has been fulfilled.
He then endured his injuries and remounted the Black Qilin, bowing to Yang Jian as an equal and saying:
“I am no match for you, so I will take a detour. However, you are exceptionally talented, and it would be more beneficial for you to find a renowned teacher. If you are willing to join the Jie Sect, I can introduce you to my master, the Golden Spirit Mother.”
Yang Jian refused, bowing respectfully.
“My master, Jade Cauldron Immortal, is comparable to ten or a hundred Holy Mothers. From the day Yang Jian became his disciple, he has only had one master in his life.”
Wen Zhong smiled softly.
Then, riding the black Qilin, they walked away in another direction.
"What's the difference between me and Yang Jian?"
Knowing full well that the Shang Dynasty's fate was sealed, they refused to switch sides.
Even in his humble beginnings, the late emperor's high regard for him was enough to motivate Wen Zhong to dedicate himself wholeheartedly to the cause of this shattered empire.
Several routes were used to blockade them.
Wen Zhong only had one last path left.
He knew in his heart that this road was his dead end, but he still had 30,000 remaining soldiers behind him, and he could not abandon them to live.
In front.
Three large characters, "Jue Long Ling," are outlined in red ink on the moss-covered boulder.
A pair of crossed feet hang on the rock.
As if they had been waiting for a long time, they tapped out the beat in a boring 2/2 rhythm.
Wen Zhong looked over and saw that it was an acquaintance.
Yang Jiao jumped down from the rock and said softly:
"Grand Tutor Wen, Yang Jiao has been waiting for a long time."