The system has to be used even if it is pulled

Difficult, difficult, difficult. Jiang Ziya looked at the Shang army camp at the foot of the mountain with a miserable face. The Four Elephants Formation was watertight. The Xiqi army on the mountain were pale and thin due to lack of food and clothing. Many wounded soldiers could not even be treated and died from their wounds.

"Father! Is the destiny really in Xiqi?"

Jiang Ziya looked at Ji Fa who was looking at him with suspicion, and felt helpless. He thought for a long time before he sighed, "When God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make him work hard and starve. You are the master of destiny, but you are not firm in your faith just because you are facing a few difficulties?"

Ji Fa was not a fool. This was no small disaster. There were only 20 defeated soldiers on the mountain, while there were troops at the foot of the mountain. The other troops of the Shang Dynasty, led by Zhang Guifang, began to liquidate the nobles who had defected to Xiqi. The killing was so bloody that it flowed like a river.

His old nest was gone, his mother and brothers were all captured, his father Ji Chang was also brought in, and his deposed brother was reinstated as King Xibo to govern Xiqi. Was he really the ruler of destiny?

At this time, the sky suddenly flashed with golden light, and twelve monks appeared from all directions. These people had different shapes and were floating in the air, as if the halo around them was waving, which made people tremble with fear and couldn't help but want to retreat. Behind them, their disciples glared at the Great Shang military camp.

Wen Zhong hurriedly walked out of the general's tent, followed by the Four Saints of Jiulong Island, whose faces changed drastically.

Wen Zhong raised his head, narrowed his eyes, his eyes were sharp and cold, "Very good, Chan Sect, it seems that you are determined to protect Xiqi."

"Beat the drums!" Wen Zhong looked coldly at the Twelve Golden Immortals in the air.

The Four Saints of Jiulong Island nodded respectively, carefully took out the fishing drums from their arms, then stood in the shape of the four symbols and began to beat them slowly.

The drumbeats were small at first, but soon, as the drumbeats became denser, waves spread out in all directions. The faces of the twelve golden immortals in the sky changed drastically. They learned from Taiyi that it was Tongtian Patriarch's magic weapon, the fishing drum, which was used by Jiejiao for communication and could summon Tongtian Patriarch in an emergency.

The damn Master Tongtian is here. What can the twelve of them do? They can only hope that their master Yuanshi Tianzun will show up and stop Master Tongtian.

The sound of the fishing drum became louder and more intense. Gradually, a golden light fell from the sky, blinding everyone. Countless spiritual energy gathered between heaven and earth, forming a huge vortex.

This is the Jiejiao's large teleportation formation, a formation developed by Zhao Yuanlang. Anyone who holds a fishing drum in his hand can be teleported instantly.

When the golden light faded away, among the clouds, one could see the densely packed Jiejiao disciples on the auspicious clouds, holding fisherman's drums in their hands. Some of them were lying down, while others were crouching, but all of them were staring fiercely at the Twelve Golden Immortals above Mount Qishan.

The twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect felt bitter in their mouths. What the hell are we going to do? Ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect are coming to pay homage. At least six or seven thousand have been summoned. How the hell are we going to fight them? Master, is it true that Xiqi destroyed the Shang Dynasty?

Although the golden light dissipated, the portal was still open, and soon, Taoist Duobao walked out of the portal, followed by his direct disciples such as Wu Dang, and a group of other Jiejiao monks.

"We greet Senior Brother Duobao and all the other brothers and sisters!"

The sound was so overwhelming that it dispersed the clouds in the sky and shook Mount Qishan. Guangchengzi, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox School, had a look of fear on his face. He quietly made a talisman and sent a message to Kunlun Mountain.

Duobao sneered, watching Guangchengzi's little move, and said nothing. "Aren't you from the Chan Sect so awesome? Don't you look down on us from the Jie Sect? Don't you call yourself a true immortal every day? In front of the thousands of immortals from the Jie Sect, you are all trash."

"Kill them for me!"

Duobao had received instructions from Zhao Yuanlang a long time ago. If he met people from other sects, he would kill them without mercy. Three religions? There really were no three religions!

At this moment, Duobao was like the boss of the underworld. With a wave of his hand, countless disciples of the Jiejiao rode on clouds and attacked the Twelve Golden Immortals. Those disciples of the Jiejiao with high cultivation directly manipulated the magic weapons, intending to beat the Twelve Golden Immortals to pieces.

This frightened the Twelve Golden Immortals so much that they broke out in cold sweats. How the hell were they going to continue playing like this?

Guang Chengzi hurriedly shouted: "Duobao, how dare you!"

Duobao snorted coldly and glanced at Guangchengzi with disdain: "Who do you think you are? You called me Duobao? From now on, call me Master Duobao of Jiejiao! By the way, you have no future! My fellow disciples, let's go. Since they, the Chanjiao, like to collude with the West so much, let's be good people and send them to heaven!"

Up to the west, up to the west, up to the west.

These last three words continued to echo among the Twelve Golden Immortals, especially Cihang and others, who were still a little frightened in their hearts.

"boom!"

At this moment, a jade ruyi suddenly appeared in the sky and smashed towards the disciples of Jiejiao.

"Pfft!"

More than a hundred disciples of the Jiejiao were smashed to pieces by the Jade Ruyi, and blood spilled all over the sky, which made Duobao feel heartbroken.

Duobao was heartbroken now, as hundreds of fellow Taoists had died, and he flew to the crude Conferred God Platform on Mount Qishan.

But this was not the end. Soon a crutch appeared and knocked away the many disciples of the Jiejiao who were besieging the Twelve Golden Immortals.

"Yuan Shi! This is too much!"

A huge hand suddenly stretched out from the portal and grabbed Yu Ruyi who was about to fall again, squeezing her so hard that she couldn't break free and couldn't return to her owner.

"Tongtian!" Yuanshi Tianzun, followed by Randeng and Nanji, appeared from the air first and looked coldly at Zhao Yuanlang who walked out of the portal.

"Brother, since you are here, please come out!" Zhao Yuanlang waved his hand, caught the disciple of Jiejiao who was knocked away by the crutch, and threw him onto the cloud.

"Third brother, have you gone too far this time?" Tai Shang narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Zhao Yuanlang indifferently while riding on the green ox led by his eldest disciple, the great magician Xuandu.

"Haha, I went too far? So what? Am I bullying you, the Human Religion and the Orthodox Religion, for having no one? I'm telling you, stop using justice to pressure me! Today is the day when Xiqi will be destroyed, and it is also the day when your Human Religion and the Jie Religion will be destroyed. Even the Heavenly Dao cannot stop me from saying this!"

As soon as Zhao Yuanlang said this, the sky and the earth changed color, countless thunders raged, and a pair of cold eyes flashed in the thunder, looking at Zhao Yuanlang coldly.

"Get out!" Zhao Yuanlang didn't care. He shouted loudly, and countless energy spurted out of his mouth, directly smashing the Eye of Heaven formed in the thunder into pieces!

This scene shocked Taishang and Yuanshi. They were no longer sure of Zhao Yuanlang's strength. Didn't he kill himself? Didn't he give up his position as a saint? Why did he look even more powerful now? Was he able to drive away the Heavenly Dao?

"Brother! You misunderstood. I didn't mean to do that. It was Nanji who threw the jade ruyi. As a result, he couldn't control my magic weapon well, which caused many of my nephews to be killed or injured! Nanji, why don't you kneel down and apologize to your uncle!"

Yuanshi Tianzun had a pure little face at the moment, and Nanji Xianweng, who was standing behind Yuanshi Tianzun, looked confused? Who am I? Where am I? What did I do just now?