East Sea Coast, the salty sea breeze blew in, rolled up thousands of waves, and slapped heavily on the rocks, making a deafening roar.
Wen Zhong Wearing a broken bloody armor, he stood on a huge rock by the sea, looking at the boundless blue.
The sea breeze blew over the wound on his face, causing it to sting, but he seemed not to notice it.
Black Kirin under his crotch also looked sluggish, and the breath coming out of his nostrils was full of blood and exhaustion.
After escaping all the way from the Xi Qi battlefield to this point, one person and one rider are already at the end of their game.
But Wen Zhong's eyes were not at all dejected, but instead burned with an almost crazy flame.
Hope is just around the corner.
As long as we cross this sea, find Three Immortals Island, invite three junior sisters, and put down the legendary Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, there is still room for redemption!
Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, disciples and grandsons of Yuanshi Tianzun, the humiliation you have inflicted on me, Great Shang Dynasty, on my Interception Sect disciples today, I, Wen Zhong, will definitely repay a hundredfold!
He took a deep breath and was about to activate Magic Power and take Black Kirin into the sea.
At this moment, a voice that was so familiar that it made him feel disgusted in his bones came from behind.
"Grand Tutor Wen, please stay!"
The voice was not loud, and even contained a somewhat frivolous smile.
But in Wen Zhong's ears, it was no less than a death-inducing magic sound.
Wen Zhong's body stiffened suddenly and turned around slowly.
On the beach not far away, he saw a Daoist riding a majestic black-fronted tiger, looking at him with a smile.
The Daoist man had a leopard head and eyes, and his clean Daoist robes were in stark contrast to his blood-stained body.
Isn't it the Shen Gongbao who has betrayed Biyou Palace long ago and switched to the sect of the Chan Sect, and then stirs up troubles in Investiture of the Gods Calamity, specifically to harm his fellow sect? Who is it?
Wen Zhong The third divine eye on his forehead instantly shot out an icy cold light.
He didn't speak, but looked at the other person coldly. The murderous aura emanating from his body made the surrounding temperature seem to drop a bit.
Shen Gongbao seemed not to notice the cannibalistic look in Wen Zhong's eyes. He slowly jumped down from the tiger's back, patted the non-existent dust on the Daoist robe, and walked over with a sad expression on his face.
"Oops, Grand Tutor Wen, you... what did you do?"
Shen Gongbao circled around Wen Zhong, clicking his tongue, with "concern" written all over his face.
"I heard that the Xi Qi war was going badly, and I was still worried. I came here to have a look. I didn't expect that it would be defeated so miserably!"
He shook his head and sighed, as if he really felt sorry for Wen Zhong's defeat.
"Chan Sect Those guys are so useless! Twelve Golden Immortals besieging you is simply a shame for the saint! I, Shen Gongbao, feel worthless for the Grand Master!"
His words were filled with indignation, as if he was the most loyal disciple of the Interception Sect.
Wen Zhong still didn't speak, but the look of contempt in his eyes became stronger.
He knows Shen Gongbao too well.
This guy's mouth is the most poisonous magic weapon in Primordial World. He can turn dead into alive and white into black.
He comes here now, pretending to be a cat crying like a mouse, and what he is holding in his stomach is definitely not a good thing.
Sure enough, when Shen Gongbao saw that Wen Zhong was ignoring him, he rolled his eyes, changed the subject, moved closer, and lowered his voice.
"Grand Master, on your trip, are you going to the East China Sea to bring reinforcements?"
Without waiting for Wen Zhong to answer, he continued speaking on his own, with a sincere look of "I'm thinking about you."
"I guess you want to go to Three Immortals Island and ask Three Xiao Fairies to come out?"
Wen Zhong's pupils shrank slightly.
Shen Gongbao saw this, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He patted his chest, as if he was confident.
"Master, I'm not too talkative. Three Xiao Fairies has always been indifferent to worldly affairs and has a cold and aloof temper. If you go there so rashly, others may not be willing to help you."
"Besides, even if they are willing to take action, how can the three of them resist Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect? If they go, they will probably die in vain and end up like Brother Zhao Gongming!"
He deliberately mentioned Zhao Gongming's name, and his words were full of provocation and bad-mouthing.
Looking at Wen Zhong's face that gradually darkened, Shen Gongbao secretly laughed in his heart and finally revealed his true purpose.
"Grand Master, please listen to my advice. It is better to ask for help from others than to ask for help from yourself. It is better to ask for help from the Interception Sect, those outdated immortals, rather than ask for help from some real masters!"
"To be honest, I have quite a friendship with several of Western Teachings's Daoist friends. All of them are Great Powers at the Quasi-Saint level. Their magical powers are vast and Magic Power is boundless. Compared with the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, they are only stronger but not weaker!"
"As long as you nod your head, Grand Master, I will make a trip for you and invite them to help! At that time, not to mention just a Xi Qi, but even a Jade Void Palace, what's the difficulty?"
Shen Gongbao was spitting as he spoke, with a fanatical light flashing in his eyes, as if he had already seen the scene of Western Teachings masters arriving and sweeping across the battlefield.
He came this time not to help Wen Zhong, but to follow Yuanshi Tianzun's secret order to drag Western Teachings into the water and make this Investiture of the Gods Calamity even more chaotic, thereby seeking greater benefits for the Chan Sect.
As long as Wen Zhong is fooled into agreeing to ask Western Teachings to intervene, then Shen Gongbao will be a huge credit!
He looked at Wen Zhong with expectation, waiting for the other party to grasp the "life-saving straw" he threw out in despair.
However, what he was waiting for was a look that was cold to the core, and a response that couldn't be more brief.
"No need to trouble fellow Daoist."
Wen Zhong finally spoke, his voice hoarse, but with a firm determination.
The smile on Shen Gongbao's face froze instantly.
"Master, you..."
"I'll say it again." Wen Zhong interrupted him, word by word, as if squeezed out from the gap between his teeth, "Interception Sect's matter will be resolved by my Interception Sect. There is no need for outsiders to interfere, and there is no need for apostates to talk here!"
The four words "apostate" were like a loud slap on Shen Gongbao's face.
Shen Gongbao's face instantly became extremely ugly, and the hypocritical smile completely disappeared, replaced by gloom.
But Wen Zhong was not even interested in looking at him.
After saying that, he turned around suddenly, slapped the seat Black Kirin, and gave a sharp shout.
"Let's go!"
Black Kirin let out a roar and turned into a black stream of light. Without any hesitation, it rushed straight towards the rough East China Sea and disappeared between the sea and the sky in the blink of an eye.
Only Shen Gongbao was left standing there with a pale face.
The sea breeze blew his robes, making a hunting sound.
"Good... what a Wen Zhong!"
Shen Gongbao gritted his teeth, and a pair of leopard eyes flashed with a cold light like a poisonous snake.
"You are about to die, and you still show off to me like you are a master! What kind of person do you believe in the Interception Sect!"
"I want to see if your three junior sisters are really capable!"
He sneered, turned over and stepped on Black Tiger.
"Do you think I can't muddy the waters if you don't agree?"
"You just fulfilled my wish by going! I want to see with my own eyes how you dragged Sanxiao into the water and sent him to Investiture of the Gods!"
Before he finished speaking, a demonic cloud emerged from under the four hooves of Black Tiger, quietly following the direction in which Wen Zhong disappeared, and disappeared into the clouds.