Fengshen Wendaoxing

Eshun looked at Zhang Kui, who was begging for torture, and at Di Xin on the chariot, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Nan Bohou!"

There is a strong man behind Eshun, with bronze skin and loose hair, with a wild and unruly temperament, holding a mace.

At this moment, the big man whispered a few words to Eshun.

Na Eshun nodded after listening, then glanced at Xiqi's side, and remained silent.

"Uncle, that person doesn't seem to be from the Central Plains." Yang Jian whispered.

Jiang Ziya frowned for a moment, then said in a low voice: "It should be the southern barbarian tribe, I didn't expect Eshun to have a collusion with them."

The barbarians are descendants of the ancient Jiuli tribe.

After the leader Chi You failed to fight for the king, the Jiuli tribe was unwilling to submit to the Yanhuang tribe, so they chose to go all the way south into the dangerous endless mountains in the south.

Later, the Five Emperors of the Nine Provinces of the Central Plains Ding Lun, under the enlightenment of the sages, the ferocity and wildness of the Central Plains people gradually receded, and the institutional civilization has made great progress.

Only those remote tribes still maintain the ancient style and wildness.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, they are all brave and fierce, and their combat effectiveness is much stronger than that of the Central Plains people.

They are also thinking about conquering the Central Plains all the time, occupying the fertile and fertile land of the Central Plains, enslaving the Chinese descendants of the Central Plains, and often launching attacks.

As Nan'e guarding the south, they are also responsible for preventing the Nanman from entering the Central Plains, so Eshun has to deal with the southern barbarians.

"It seems that Nan Bohou and them have reached a deal in private. This Eshun is just trying to lure wolves into the house."

Yang Jian said in a low voice: "The barbarians are ruthless in their vain attempts to conquer the slave Central Plains, and we must be careful to guard against them."

Jiang Ziya frowned and nodded slightly: "I know,"

Although the current barbarians are also human races, they have formed two different races from the Huaxia people in the Central Plains without being educated.

These barbarians did not treat the people of the Central Plains as the same race. In their eyes, only following one rule means the strong will prey on the weak, so the two sides are considered enemies.

"Zhang Kui is here, who else dares to fight me?"

Zhang Kui immediately yelled loudly, scaring the princes into a fright.

But with his astonishing two-knife instant kill record just now, the princes looked at me and I looked at you for a while, but they were all shocked and no one dared to say anything.

Seeing that no one was fighting, Jiang Ziya knew that going on like this would have a great impact on the morale of the army.

So he said: "Wei Hu, you go."

According to Yang Jian, Wei Hu's morality is still higher than his, so taking Zhang Kui should be sure.

He had to find someone to take this fight and lift the declining morale.

"The disciple takes orders!"

Wei Hu was wearing a long robe, and he was not riding a horse. He strode forward, looking calm and breezy like an ordinary person, without the ferocity and murderous aura of a general at all.

Zhang Kui, who was full of murderous aura, had a frozen expression.

He has practiced different arts, so he is considered a half-cultivator, and that's why he can feel the extraordinaryness of that opponent.

It looked ordinary, but it seemed like a mountain was lying in front of him, giving him a lot of pressure.

"Kill!" But he wasn't frightened too much. With a loud shout, Zhang Kui charged forward with his saber on his horse.

Wei Hu looked at the figure, and a fairy light shot up all over his body. A golden light flashed in his right hand, and a magic pestle appeared in his hand.

With slightly cold eyes, Wei Hu waved forward holding the subduing magic pestle with both hands, and a divine rainbow rushed up and collided with Zhang Kui's saber light.

With a crisp sound like porcelain shattering, Shenhong shattered Daoguang with one blow, and hit Zhang Kui who was charging head-on.

"What?"

Zhang Kui was startled into a cold sweat, and before he had time to think about it, he lay back and avoided the divine rainbow, got up and restrained the one-horned black smoke beast, and looked at Wei Hu suspiciously.

With his strength, he is confident that he can be regarded as the top powerhouse of the human race. Although Mianchi is only a small county, it is the only way to go to Chaoge. One can imagine its importance.

But the person in front of him broke his saber light with one blow, and the strength he showed shocked him, and he didn't know whether he should continue.

Lu Chuan said loudly: "Zhang Kui, go back quickly!"

He hadn't met Wei Hu yet, but he recognized his identity from the demon pestle.

Wei Hu, one of the seven people who were sanctified in the body after conferring the gods, also became the Dharma protector of the three religions.

It is said that he was still in the ancient Fuxi era when he was a teacher, and he was earlier than Yang Jian, and he was the first person in the three generations of interpretation and education in terms of seniority.

It's just that this person is very low-key in Fengshen, so his reputation is not as good as that of Yang Jian and others, but his strength is definitely the kind that is undoubtedly terrifying.

Wen Zhong was also surprised: "The three teachings of Dharma protectors and the demon-subduing god pestle? Zhang Kui, retreat quickly!"

Zhang Kui no longer hesitated after hearing the voice, Le Qi turned around and rushed towards the camp.

"Zhang Kui, where are you going?!"

The divine light in Wei Hu's eyes soared, he made a formula with his right hand, and pointed towards the sky. The subduing magic pestle emitted a dazzling light, like a Mount Tai roaring and smashing down on the head of Zhang Kui who was speeding towards him.

"Ah!" Zhang Kui felt his soul tremble, and after a loud cry, his body twisted and turned into a beam of brilliance, which disappeared into the ground and disappeared.

boom!

The subduing magic pestle fell, and the place shook as if it had suffered an earthquake, the void trembled, and the people and horses swayed to and fro.

The one-horned black smoke beast had been smashed into powder long ago, and a big crack was smashed into the ground.

There was a flash of glory in front of the big business formation, and Zhang Kui appeared with a face of horror, looking back with a look of fear.

Is that human being?

"This...a powerful demon pestle..."

Lu Chuan narrowed his eyes and said in surprise.

The power of this Demon Subduing Pestle is a bit too much. There are many other people who use the Subduing Demon Pestle, but they only use it as weapons in their hands, and they are not so powerful.

Wen Zhong said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother, you don't know, it is said that in order to suppress evil spirits and protect the Dafa of the Three Religions, the Grand Master forged a magic-subduing pestle in the Eight Diagrams Furnace.

The treasure is as light as a feather in the hand, but as heavy as Mount Tai when hit on the enemy, its power is immeasurable, it seems to be this one. "

"Great Patriarch?"

The corner of Lu Chuan's mouth twitched slightly.

No wonder he saw that this Demon Subduing Pestle seemed to be able to split the air every second, every second, and the power was so powerful that people couldn't understand it. It turned out that it was written by the weapon master Daode Tianzun.

The demon-subduing pestle raised by this sacrifice is as heavy as Mount Tai, and it can be dodged and avoided, but if you want to carry it, it is not something ordinary people can do.

In addition, this subduing magic pestle is also a weapon, and his treasure drop money is useless.

"good!"

Wei Hu won with one move, although he didn't kill Zhang Kui, but let him run so embarrassingly, which also boosted the morale of the princes' army.

Di Xin sat on the chariot, his majesty still unchanged.

It's just that Han Rong and many other generals looked a little heavy, even with shock and fear.

They have seen the power of the subduing magic pestle. It is simply not something human can resist. Even a strong man like Zhang Kui almost lost his life. Who else can resist?

Wen Zhong said with an ugly expression: "Junior Brother, it's broken, Wei Hu and the Subduing Demon Pestle, I'm afraid no one on our side is invincible!"

Lu Chuan didn't speak, but just glanced at the people behind him, very relieved and calm.

I knew this would happen a long time ago, so my lord invited helpers in advance with good popularity and relationships, you know?

only……

Lu Chuan looked at the coalition of princes over there, his eyes flickering, and the people who burned the lamp over there hadn't come out yet.

If there is no certainty of victory, it would be a bad idea to bring up Wang Zha who exposed his eldest brother Kong Xuan, right?

Hearing the roar of mountains and seas from the coalition forces of the princes on the opposite side, Di Xin moved to stand up.

He knew very well that the subduing magic pestle was unstoppable by mortals except him.

"I come!"

Suddenly, Yin Jiao, who was covered under a black cloak behind Lu Chuan, rushed out on his horse.

Lu Chuan's expression relaxed.

Yes, this Tianyin is exactly the opponent of the Subduing Demon Pestle.

"Um?"

Di Xin looked at that figure, his eyes fixed: "Lu Qing, who is that person who is standing under your seat?"

Lu Chuan frowned. This question is not easy to answer. If you tell the truth, you will violate the agreement. If you tell the truth, you will deceive the king.

Lu Chuan respectfully said: "My lord, this is a strange man recruited by my minister yesterday. He claims to be... um, an ear-splitting person!"

Jiaoer is Jiaoer, my lord, I have given you a reminder!