Bigan looked at Wen Zhong who was being held by him and shook his head firmly.

"Immortal Chief, I heard that the Grand Master was the entrusted minister left by the king by the former king. He worked for the Great Shang Dynasty for thirty years and made great contributions. If I kill him, what will I see the former king underground in the future?"

If you say this, I have nothing to say, Chu Feng suddenly said nothing.

"Xian Zheng, Master Wen has something to say to you."

Bigan whispered.

Obviously, the two of them had communicated before coming in.

When Chu Feng saw that Wen Zhong's face was covered in blood, it was very bad, so he waved his hand and emitted a ray of light, tidying up his face.

"Tell me"

Wen Zhong looked at Chu Feng, his cheeks covered with wrinkles, shook a few times, and said hoarsely: "Senior, I want to help my Da Shang pacify the world."

"That's right"

Chu Feng nodded.

After receiving a positive answer, Wen Zhong couldn't hide his joy. In an era when a saint was not released, a golden immortal was basically top-notch combat power, and he wiped out the princes and messy strange people from all over the world, without any problem.

In order to express his gratitude, Wen Zhong bent down to salute despite the pain in his body.

"The Great Shang Dynasty has been established for 600 years, and has experienced countless storms. It is still standing still today. It is up to countless people of lofty ideals who sacrifice their lives and shed their blood. I am fortunate to be valued by the former kings and entrusted them with the importance of entrusting them to the orphanage. I am excited and sleeping all night, and I dare not relax at all. Today, I will change. I believe that I cannot change anything with my own strength. The seniors take action, and I am grateful."

Chu Feng just said no, and he saw too many things, and he had already become numb to this kind of painless thanks.

Shen Gongbao, who came over at some point, said dissatisfiedly: "You are also your uncle, how do you call him a senior? When you call me a name, you just call me a name."

Wen Zhong's expression was a little embarrassed. Can he blame him? In this world, the size of the fist determines the winner and lose. If you can fight, you will be polite. If you can fight, you will be polite. If you can fight, you will be polite to you.

But I can only think about this in my mind, and I have to be perfunctory on the surface.

"Mr. Shen, my uncle was blind just now, so please don't blame me. Later, my uncle will hold a banquet at home to apologize to my uncle."

“This is almost the same”

Shen Gongbao's tense expression relaxed.

At this time, Bigan said quietly: "We'll go and meet the king."

He persecuted twice, once he was heartbroken, and once he killed the whole family. Even if Bigan was a loyal minister, he had a thorn in his heart. He didn't ask the king and said, "I guess he couldn't sleep tonight."

Wen Zhong opened his mouth and didn't say anything. Bi Gan was indeed guilty of imprisoning the king, but what the king did was really a mess.

Back then, when the king was young, he acted in a voluptuous manner. As the minister of the orphanage, he took great action. Later, when the king grew up, he mainly advised him in order to safeguard the king's dignity. This time he went to the Beihai for several years, but he didn't expect the king to be so voluptuous.

On the way to the palace on horseback, Shen Gongbao pretended to ask Wen Zhong inadvertently.

"Mr. My brother-in-law, on weekdays, this king kills ministers and kills dogs. Why are he so scared of you? I heard that when you come back this time, he hasn't even been to the harem a few times. He handles government affairs honestly and is as diligent as if he has changed someone else."

Hearing Shen Gongbao's tone call himself a junior nephew casually, Wen Zhong felt as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly raw. If it weren't for Chu Feng, a super expert, he would have beaten this uncle who had been practicing for thousands of years and was so weak that it was difficult to look at him.

"Ahem, uncle, when the former king passed away, the king was just a young man who was not a little silly. He was naughty. Generally, if the nephew's advice was ineffective, he would be fist-and-job. Therefore, the king was quite afraid of the nephew."

Hearing this, Shen Gongbao couldn't help laughing out loud. It turned out that the evil king of the Great Shang Dynasty, a generation of tyrants, was afraid of Taishi Wen because he was often beaten when he was a child.

"Uncle Shen, please do not spread this matter so as not to damage the king's reputation."

Wen Zhong hurriedly added.

"Don't worry, the king was beaten by you when he was a child. When he grew up, he was afraid of shameful things like you. I will not talk nonsense."

Shen Gongbao has a loud voice, which is no different from modern people talking with a loudspeaker.

Not only Chu Feng, but Bigan saw it, many soldiers who were traveling with him also turned their eyes to shock. The arrogant king turned out to be beaten by Master Wen, which was too sensational.

"you"

Wen Zhong's beard was raised up. This uncle who practiced to the dog must have done it on purpose.

Seeing that Wen Zhong was so angry, Shen Gongbao slapped his horse and rushed to the forefront of the team.

...

In the side hall of the palace, the burly King Zhou listened to the report of a black-faced general kneeling on the ground.

"King, just now, the Grand Master Wen led his troops to siege Bigan's mansion. The rebel Bigan and the demonic Taoist named Chu fell from the sky. Wen Taishi didn't catch it, and Jiu flew out and vomited blood. At this moment, they were rushing towards the palace, whether to go or stay, please make a decision early."

When King Zhou heard this, his strong body shook, and his whole body seemed to have lost his soul and fell on the soft collapse.

Last time, I almost got the heart of Bigan. This time I sent someone to kill Bigan's whole family, and the clay man was also very angry, let alone Bigan. Needless to say, Bigan must be here to kill himself this time.

"No, I cannot die in the hands of my ministers. I am the supreme and supreme existence in the world, and I cannot bear this humiliation."

King Zhou stood up suddenly, rushed to one side, picked up the bronze sword placed on the wooden rack, pulled it out, and crossed it around his neck, and his whole movement was like flowing water.

"The king cannot"

The general stepped forward to stop him, his face full of horror.

If there is a great chaos today, if the king dies, the Da Shang will be finished.

"Get out"

The long sword in King Zhou moved away from his neck and stabbed into the general's chest, and bright red blood emerged.

"Big, king"

The general spitted out blood from his mouth and his whole body became soft.

King Zhou snorted, and with a cold face, he placed the sword on his neck again. The palace maid who was about to come over to persuade him did not dare to step forward.

"The great Shang Dynasty has been in a 600-year foundation, and I am not well protected. Now, wolf smoke is everywhere and wars are raging. There are even more ambitions than a wolf who wants to seize the throne. This is the will of heaven, not man-made disaster."

King Zhou sighed loudly and left himself alone, which was a matter of never repentance.

"The Great Shang Dynasty"

With a low growl, King Zhou slashed hard from his hand, and a burst of bright red blood spurted out.

"Ho ho..."

Lying on the ground, King Zhou, with a painful expression on his face, covered his bloody neck and kept venting his anger.

At this moment, the high-ranking king realized how painful it was to commit suicide by wiping his neck.

One breath, two breaths, ten breaths...a hundred breaths.
Chapter completed!