Chapter 273: The Three Sky Defeats, the Grand Master Is Sad

The mysterious man's soul trembled, and for a moment he seemed to have returned to his mother's arms. It seemed that all the troubles in the world had nothing to do with him.

Immediately, the mysterious man was startled, and his soul hurriedly broke away from the strange feeling. A sense of horror also arose in his heart. With his own will, he was actually confused by others.

"The saint's methods are really powerful." The mysterious man took a closer look and saw a beautiful female figure appearing on the map of the country. He shook his head and said:

"I asked myself that my mind was still firm, but unexpectedly, I almost lost myself after just one word from the empress."

Nuwa is very beautiful. This beauty does not mean appearance. Of course, her appearance is also top-notch. Her beauty lies in her unique temperament. It is a kind of temperament that loves the common people. Whether they are humans or monsters, she treats them with compassion. Over time, she has formed a unique temperament that is unstoppable.

"The Human Emperor's mind is even more admirable."

Nuwa said calmly, and in one sentence she revealed the identity of the mysterious man, who was none other than King Zhou. She glanced at Lu Ya's body, and Nuwa had a look of helplessness on her face: "It's just that the Human Emperor's methods were too vicious."

"Lu Ya offended me first, so I took action to kill him. What's wrong?" King Zhou no longer concealed his identity and showed his true face, saying calmly.

"The Qi of Chengtang has been exhausted, and the rise of Zhou and Shang is due to the fate of heaven. Even if the human emperor is amazing and talented, he cannot match the fate of heaven. However, if you kill him now, I hope you will not be afraid of him causing trouble for you in the future." Nuwa said lightly, and then glanced at Lu Ya's body.

King Zhou's expression condensed and he said: "What do you mean, empress? This Lu Ya has been killed by me, and he will never be my opponent in the future, so why should he come to trouble me?"

Nuwa glanced at him lightly and said, "Junior brother Lu Ya can't die so easily."

After saying that, she put away Lu Ya's body and the map of the country, and disappeared without waiting for King Zhou to ask.

"Junior brother Lu Ya? Nuwa, you actually call Lu Ya your junior brother. Does this Lu Ya have other identities? Could it be that the Lu Ya just now was just a clone, so where is the real Lu Ya now?"

On the same spot, King Zhou frowned, thinking about what Nuwa said before she left. At this time, he remembered that in the legends he knew, Lu Ya seemed to have a very mysterious identity in the ancient times. Some said that he was the tenth prince of the Golden Crow, some said that Lu Ya was the spirit of the innate Lihuo, and some books said that he was the master of Western Kunlun. Some say that Immortal Esan is the younger brother of Nuwa, Hongjun and Ancestor Hunkun. There are various legends. The most mysterious thing is the ancient rumor that "there was Pangu first and then Heaven, and Lu Ya Daojun came first."

"Forget it, who can say for sure what will happen in the future? So what about Lu Ya? If you dare to come to me for trouble, I will turn you into a dead crow!" King Zhou looked cold, then he put away the Donghuang Bell and turned to Fly towards the song.

In front of the Sishui Pass, the Sanxiao sisters and Fairy Hanzhi and Fairy Caiyun from Sanxian Island came to the business camp and saw Zhao Gongming's miserable state. He was blind, his energy and blood were withered, and he only breathed his last breath. His life was ruined. Sanxiao was immediately furious and set up a nine-bend formation of the Yellow River in front of the pass. The turbid waves were emptied and the sky was filled with yellow sand. The divine formation was so powerful that it killed the gods from all directions and displayed its divine power.

Nezha, Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi and other three generations of disciples were all thrown into the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation by Yunxiao using the Hunyuan Golden Dou. Even the Qingxu Daode Zhenjun of Chanjiao had his three flowers cut off by Hunyuan Jindou and became an immortal.

Later, Kong Xuan took action, and the five-color light shook the earth and wiped out everything. Hunyuan Jindou was very powerful, and Sanxiao's cultivation had not reached the quasi-sage. How could he fight against Kong Xuan who was in the quasi-sage realm? The five-color divine light swiped away Hunyuan. Golden Dou and Golden Dragon Scissors.

Without the magic weapon, Sanxiao's strength has been reduced by half. How can he fight against the immortals of Chanjiao? After only a few rounds, he was suppressed by the immortals of the Chan Cult.

Although Chanjiao is somewhat incapable of victory, this is a battlefield, and it is life and death, so how can there be fairness? During the calamity, since you are involved in it, you must be prepared to die.

In the Biyou Palace, many disciples were sitting around, and the Tongtian Cult Master was preaching on the couch. Suddenly, the whisk in his hand fell and hit the ground. The boy quickly stepped forward, picked it up, and handed it to the Cult Master. The leader of Tongtian didn't pick it up. Instead, he closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was extremely tired. Taoist Duobao and Our Lady Jin Ling had sad expressions on their faces. Our Lady Guiling and Our Lady Wudang had angry faces. Many other disciples did not know the situation and did not dare to speak out.

The Jiuqu Yellow River Formation has been broken, and Nezha and other disciples have also been rescued, but their cultivation has now been shaved off and they have become mortal immortals. At this time, several rays of light of creation suddenly fell from the sky and fell on Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, Qingxu Daodezhenjun and others. With just a few breaths, the cultivation levels of these people returned to their original cultivation levels. Their cultivation level has just regressed, but their realm is still there. They only need to replenish their energy, and their cultivation level will recover naturally.

"Thank you so much, Teacher (Master)!" Qingxu Daodezhenjun and others quickly knelt down and bowed to the sky, shouting loudly.

"Today you have been stripped of the Dao fruit and lost your magical powers. You need to go back to the cave to sit quietly and comprehend, and understand the truth. If you can return to your roots in one day, your realm will be even better than before."

After saying that, Yuanshi Tianzun's voice was no longer heard. The disciples accepted the order and did not dare to say a word.

Ran Deng, Shen Gongbao, Guang Chengzi and other Chanjiao immortals continued to discuss the matter of defeating Chengtang's army.

In front of the Sishui Pass, the drums were beating loudly, the horses were roaring fiercely, and the voices of the army were still powerful, but they revealed an infinite sadness.

On top of the chariot, King Wu himself was beating the drums, while yellow sand was rolling below. There were 400,000 Zhou troops, 500,000 merchant troops, and hundreds of generals. The armor clanged, the drums criss-crossed, flying arrows rained down, and thousands of warriors fought.

This battle lasted from day to night, from night to sunrise, from sunset to sunrise, and from sunset to sunrise. Although the Shang army had a large number of people, the Zhou army had Yang Jian, Nezha, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Wei Hu, Lei Zhenzi, Su Hu and other Xiqi generals. Various weapons and magic weapons were flying all over the sky, like a dragon entering the sea and a tiger coming out of the forest. One strike killed a large number of people, and they were unstoppable!

Although Master Wen was brave, he had very few good generals around him. How could he resist the ferocity of the Zhou army? Immortals like Hanzhi, Caiyun, Ji Li, Yu Qing, etc. had also died in battle at this time. Master Wen had no choice but to retreat towards Yanshan.

However, the immortals of the Shang Dynasty, such as Lu Bu, Song Que, Kou Zhong, Li Yuanba, etc., were entangled by the immortals of the Chan Sect and could not get away for a while, or were killed in battle. The immortals in the Shang Dynasty had amazing potential, but they had come to the prehistoric world for too short a time to let them grow up.

The Grand Master and his companions retreated to Yanshan Mountain and walked another seven or eight miles before seeing a high peak. In front of it was a stone tablet, several dozen feet high and seven or eight feet wide, but it was covered by heavy snow, and no words could be seen.

The Grand Master arrived at the stone tablet, waved his sleeves, and the wind blew, sweeping away the snow, revealing three large characters:

Juelong Ridge!

When the Grand Master saw this, he hurriedly grabbed Qilin and stepped back more than ten steps. His face was bleak and he was silent for a long time before he said, "When I came down the mountain from Biyou Palace, my master, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, once said that I must not encounter the word 'jue' in my life, otherwise I would die! Is it really God's will that cannot be violated!"

The Grand Master's eyes were filled with sadness. He turned around and looked at the army behind him and said, "I had 600,000 troops to attack Zhou, but now only 200,000 are left. The mountain is closed by heavy snow. Am I going to bury the army here today?"

At this time, the Zhou army, led by Shen Gongbao and others, attacked again and surrounded the Shang army outside Juelong Ridge. The armies of both sides fought again. Seeing that the Shang army was getting smaller and smaller, the Grand Master Wen Zhong's eyes were broken, and he fought hard with his hair untied, and he would never surrender.

Thousands of miles away, at the top of Shanghuang Peak, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit looked in the direction of Xiqi, with tears in her eyes. She did not move her body, letting the mountain wind blow, and her robes rustled.

Taoist Duobao stood beside him, holding a whisk in his hand, looking sad and silent, and sighed for a long time.

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Sorry, it was Chapter 322, Sanxiao's Defeat, I wrote it wrong! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!