Honghuang: I, Haotian, will never abdicate

Chapter 115 Gong Gong and Giant Drum, Broken Sanskrit Sound
Wen Zhong shook his head, his face was pale and he said: "The thing that sneaked up on me was too fast, I didn't see it clearly."

All the officers and men couldn't help shaking their heads when they heard Grand Master Wen's words, even Grand Master Wen didn't see it clearly, didn't recognize the thing, how could he know it?

Now I only hope that Grand Master Wen will recover from his injuries as soon as possible...

Wen Zhong couldn't help sighing, he already knew in his heart that this battle might not be easy to win, at first the soldiers of Yuan Futong's army were already intimidated by him, but then, for some reason, it seemed that they all became trapped and died Soldiers, attack like death and life.

Afterwards, something flew out from the camp of the Chinese army, and with just one blow, he was seriously injured.

If my guess is correct, the thief Yuan Futong must have a strange family to help him, and it will be difficult for him to break through this battle quickly.

While Wen Zhong was thinking, a soldier came to report, "Report to the grand master, generals, a Taoist came from the camp and said that if he sees the grand master."

Wen Zhong heard that he was a Taoist, so he sat up slowly, and slowly said to the army under him: "Please come in, Taoist, and help me to the camp of the Chinese army."

The generals of the Shang Dynasty looked at Wen Zhong worriedly, "Grand Master, you are seriously injured now, you are not suitable for action, you still need to rest..."

A pale smile appeared on Wen Zhong's face, "It's okay, I'm also a Taoist disciple, if a Taoist came here today, if I don't see you, or if I lose my manners, then I will embarrass my teacher and the sage master."

The generals couldn't resist Wen Zhong, so they had to help Wen Zhong go to the camp of the Chinese army.

Wen Zhong looked at the person who came, he was wearing a black mosquito-like Taoist robe, his eyes were deep and energetic, he couldn't see through his cultivation, and his aura was both positive and evil.

Wen Zhong looked at the Taoist who came, and suddenly felt bad in his heart, "Could it be the enemy who came, let me see with the eyes of the sky, it is right and evil!"

Wen Zhong's eyes widened for the third time, and the divine light shot at the black-robed Taoist.

Sensing Wen Zhong's gaze, the black-robed Taoist gave a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and did not make any resistance, letting Wen Zhong observe.

Wen Zhong glanced at the black-robed Taoist with his heavenly eyes, but was frightened by the evil spirit on his body and took a few steps back.

Wen Zhong was shocked in his heart, "Is there anything in this world that can scare me back? The evil spirit on his body is so heavy, I have only heard that this kind of evil spirit can only be found on the master's sword formation..."

Wen Zhong held back the shock in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Which mountain does fellow Taoist practice on?"

Mosquito Taoist chuckled, "Pin Daoist is Mosquito Taoist, and he does not practice on any mountain. Xuandu and Duobao are fellow Taoists of Poor Dao, and I am also Taoist."

When Wen Zhong heard this, he was startled, "What? The Taoist Mosquito and the uncle in front of you are Taoists? Uncle Duobao is shackled by mana, and there are few opponents in the prehistoric world. The Taoist and uncle in front of you are friends, isn't it It's also that unfathomable..."

Wen Zhong was still very cautious in his heart, because a master like Shi Shu had long been hidden from the world.

"I don't know why senior came here?"

Mosquito Taoist smiled and said: "I was entrusted by others to help you break that Yuan Futong!"

After Taoist Mosquito finished speaking, he took out an ordinary gourd, and poured out a few healing elixirs from the Heavenly Court Elixir Real Estate.

"This will help you and heal your injuries!" Daoist Mosquito handed the pill to Wen Zhong.

The elixir is full of fairy spirit and fragrance, and Wen Zhongguang knows that it is extraordinary just by looking at the elixir.

"In that case, thank you senior." Wen Zhong knew that he shouldered a heavy responsibility and must recover as soon as possible to lead the three armies, so he did not refuse the pill at this moment.

The elixir entered the abdomen, immediately turned into pure medicinal power, and flowed to the limbs of the body, Wen Zhong's injury recovered in a blink of an eye.

Daoist Mosquito looked at Wen Zhong's injury in secret, and said lightly, "If Pindao's guess is correct, you were injured by the blessing pestle!"

Wen Zhong was taken aback, "Blessing the divine pestle? What is that?"

Taoist Mosquito smiled, and did not answer Wen Zhong's question, "Interesting, even took out the magic pestle for blessing."

"Tomorrow, you will confront Yuan Futong's army again. At the same time, order a small team to live on the high ground on both sides and prepare hundreds of gongs and giant drums. After hearing the bursts of Sanskrit sounds, order the team to ring the gongs and giant drums at the same time. drum."

"As for the blessing pestle, leave it to the poor Taoist." Taoist Mosquito said with a smile.

When Wen Zhong heard it, he thought to himself, "The sound of the gong and the giant drum may be able to offset the Sanskrit sound..."

"That's good, I will follow what the senior said." Wen Zhong nodded.

On the second day, Wen Zhong's army moved forward and confronted Yuan Futong's army again, but Wen Zhong pretended to be seriously injured.

Yuan Futong saw Wen Zhong with a weak face, and laughed loudly: "Old thief Wen Zhong, your male and female double whips are in my hands at this moment, and even lost your famous weapon, you are nothing more than that!"

"Yuan Futong, you are so angry, I will fight to the death with you today!" Wen Zhong said angrily on purpose.

Yuan Futong sneered, "Sure enough, this old thief is eager to save face, and he came to the battlefield with serious injuries today. Today I captured Wen Zhong alive, so that I can make a name for myself in front of the eight hundred princes!"

Yuan Futong immediately gave an order to the army, and the [-] troops concentrated to charge and completely defeated Wen Zhong's army.

An army of one hundred thousand charged forward with great momentum, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains. Behind the army, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds again.

At this time, Wen Zhong's [-] troops stood ready and formed a defensive formation.

A general asked Wen Zhong: "Grand Master, they have concentrated their charge."

Wen Zhong nodded lightly, "Well, let the gongs and drums team prepare to hit the gongs and drums immediately when Yuan Futong reaches our army's fifty feet!"

"Yes!"

Seeing that Wen Zhong's army did not move, Yuan Futong couldn't help laughing loudly, "Haha, according to the legend, Grand Master Wen is nothing more than that, but today my army charged, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to move!"

Two hundred feet.

150 feet.

At one hundred feet, Wen Zhong's army was able to clearly feel the shock on the ground. Yuan Futong's soldiers were the same as yesterday, with numb expressions and dull eyes, charging desperately.

Hearing Zhong's army, he was not moved by it.

At fifty feet, a team suddenly appeared on the high ground, rolled out hundreds of copper gongs and drums, and began to beat with all their strength.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!" The sound of gongs and giant drums resounded throughout the battlefield.

The sound of gongs and giant drums immediately covered the Sanskrit sounds of Yuan Futong's rear army.

The Sanskrit sound disappeared, and Yuan Futong's soldiers regained their expressions, their eyes were no longer empty, and the sequelae left after running at full speed spread to the whole body at twice the speed, with huge soreness.

The sound of gongs and drums is not only the sound of disturbing the Sanskrit, but also the order of Wen Zhong's army to charge.

Wen Zhong's [-] troops were on standby, and when the bronze drum sounded, they rushed out in an orderly manner.

At this time, the distance between the two armies was less than thirty feet.

In an instant, Wen Zhong's army arrived.

With each other exhausted, an overwhelming massacre began.

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