Three Immortals Island, inside the main hall.
Dead silence is the only melody.
Wen Zhong stood blankly, like a stone sculpture whose soul had been taken away.
The last light that supported him from Xi Qi to run all the way here from the bloody battle was extinguished.
Hope completely turned into despair.
The building is empty.
Three Virtuous Goddesses Junior Sister, among the Interception Sect, apart from the saint, the biggest variable, his last life-saving straw, just disappeared without a trace.
God is going to kill me Great Shang Dynasty.
God is going to kill me Wen Zhong!
A feeling of powerlessness that penetrated his bones, like cold sea water, came from all directions and drowned him in an instant.
His tall body shook violently, his face was as pale as paper, and the divine eye on his forehead also lost its former glory and became dim.
There was a "pop" sound.
Wen Zhong couldn't hold on any longer, his knees softened, and he knelt down straight on the dusty cold ground.
The Male-Female Twin Whips in his hand also fell out of his hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp and sad sound.
"Haha... hahahaha..."
Wen Zhong lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders violently, and burst into hoarse and crazy laughter from his throat.
Smiling, two lines of muddy old tears rolled down from his bloodshot eyes, dripping onto the ground and breaking up a small piece of dust.
It's over.
All is lost.
Without Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, what can we use to fight against the Chan Sect, the twelve golden immortals who do not shake the green lotus?
What can be done to restore Great Shang Dynasty's shaky national destiny?
He seemed to have seen the tragic scene of Chaoge City being broken and bleeding like a river.
I saw the country and the country that I had protected all my life, turned into ashes under the iron hoof of the Chan Sect.
"Oh, Grand Tutor Wen, what are you doing?"
A strange voice, but pretending to be very "sad" at this moment, came from behind.
Shen Gongbao quickly stepped forward, trying to help Wen Zhong up with a "distressed" look on his face.
"Grand Master, victory or defeat is a normal thing Military Strategists. You must hold on!"
He said comforting words, and his heart was already filled with joy.
Gone!
Sanxiao is gone! Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is gone too!
In Investiture of the Gods Calamity, the link that threatened Chan Sect the most just disappeared out of thin air!
What a blessing from God!
He Shen Gongbao, this time he made an extraordinary contribution!
After you go back, you must say it properly in front of the master. For this credit, you must at least exchange it for a Innate Spiritual Treasure, right?
Shen Gongbao was thinking happily in his heart, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and he continued to "consol" in his mouth.
"Grand Master, I've told you a long time ago that this is all God's will. Even Three Xiao Fairies calculated that Great Shang Dynasty had run out of energy and ran away early, so why are you so stubborn?"
As he spoke, he analyzed the "pros and cons" of Wen Zhong.
"In my opinion, why don't you just go back to the mountains and forests, find a fairy mountain cave, and be free and happy? Why would you risk your life in vain for the Shang Dynasty who has exhausted his strength?"
"That King Zhou is cruel and cruel, and has already made people angry. It's not worth your while to work for him!"
Shen Gongbao is eloquent and spits, packaging himself as a "good friend" who really cares about Wen Zhong.
He felt that after Wen Zhong experienced this final blow, his psychological defense must have collapsed.
As long as he adds more fire, he might be able to persuade him to give up resistance and just find a place to wait to die.
That way, I would save myself the effort of going to the Xi Qi battlefield to watch the show.
Wen Zhong knelt on the ground, motionless, as if he had not heard Shen Gongbao's words.
He just lowered his head and looked at the pair of Male-Female Twin Whips on the ground, which had been with him all his life, with empty eyes.
When Shen Gongbao saw this, he thought he was despairing, and felt even more proud.
It seems that this stubborn old man is finally accepting his fate.
He cleared his throat and was about to say a few more heart-wrenching words to completely break Wen Zhong's will.
But at this moment.
Wen Zhong, who had been acting like a dead person, suddenly moved.
He slowly, slowly raised his head.
On that face covered with blood and tears, there was no despair or madness, only a kind of... heart-stopping calmness.
A pair of turbid old eyes have become extremely clear, like two bottomless ancient wells, burning with a cluster of decisive flames.
Seeing that flame, Shen Gongbao felt an inexplicable suddenness in his heart, and the next words were stuck in his throat.
"Are you done?"
Wen Zhong spoke, his voice hoarse, but with an unquestionable majesty.
Shen Gongbao nodded subconsciously.
"When you're done, get out."
Wen Zhong's voice was not loud, but it was like an invisible slap on Shen Gongbao's face.
The fake smile on Shen Gongbao's face froze instantly.
"Wen Zhong, you... don't be ignorant! I'm doing this for your own good!"
"For my own good?"
Wen Zhong slowly stood up from the ground, his tall and burly body straightened up again, like an eternal mountain.
An indescribable tragic and tragic spirit burst out from him!
That aura is pure loyalty, the will to die rather than surrender, and the determination to risk death and live another life!
This aura was so strong that Shen Gongbao and Daluo Golden Immortal felt suffocated and couldn't help but take a step back.
He looked at Wen Zhong in shock, as if he was meeting this old man who had been an official at Chaoge for the first time.
This old man is crazy!
"I, Wen Zhong, was born as a merchant and died as a merchant ghost!"
Wen Zhong's every word sounded like a loud bell, hitting Shen Gongbao's heart hard.
"Even if we fight to the last soldier and shed the last drop of blood, we will never take a step back!"
"My Great Shang Dynasty's empire was conquered by my Interception Sect disciples, and was conquered by countless soldiers under my command with their lives! How can I surrender it to others just because of the word Heavenly Mandate!"
"You, a shameless person who betrays religion to seek glory and sells friends to survive, have what qualifications do you have to talk about loyalty in front of me!"
His words were like the sound of thunder, making the entire hall buzz.
Shen Gongbao was so shocked by that awe-inspiring and inviolable spirit of loyalty that his face turned pale and he could not utter a word.
He looked at Wen Zhong with his hair and hair spread out in front of him, and his eyes were red, like a God of War returning from hell, and for the first time, a trace of... fear arose in his heart.
He couldn't understand.
He couldn't understand what kind of belief could make a person so persistent and crazy even though he knew he was going to die.
Is loyalty really more important than one's own life?
Wen Zhong didn't look at him again, as if looking at him more would be an insult to himself.
He bent down, picked up the Male-Female Twin Whips on the ground, and carefully wiped the dust on it with his tattered sleeves, gently, as if caressing his own child.
After wiping it clean, Wen Zhong turned around and walked out of the hall without saying a word.
His back was still so tall and tall, so aloof.
Shen Gongbao stared at him blankly, opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.
All the conspiracies and tricks, all the sharp tongues, seem so pale and ridiculous in front of this extremely pure and loyal soul.
Wen Zhong walked out of the palace alone, turned over and climbed onto Black Kirin, who was also exhausted.
He did not look back, but dragged his extremely tired body and a long-broken heart into a black stream of light and walked resolutely in the direction of Xi Qi.
He had no intention of telling anyone the news that his request for help failed.
The remaining defeated generals who are still struggling to hold on in the pass cannot bear any more despair.
Let them, at the last moment of their lives, still retain a glimmer of hope that reinforcements are coming.
And he, Wen Zhong, will bear it all alone.
Return to the Xi Qi front line, return to the battlefield that belongs to him.
He silently felt the cold touch from Male-Female Twin Whips in his hand, which was his most loyal partner.
The final battle.
He will use his life and blood to play the most tragic elegy for the Great Shang Dynasty, for the Interception Sect, and for his glory as a grand master.