Chapter 22 Enemy Attack
Yang Jian was not in a hurry to rescue Su Daji.

The black tiger in Su Daji's arms has the strength of an immortal, so it is not his turn to care about it.

When Yang Jian arrived.

The battle situation becomes increasingly dangerous.

The demons were ferocious and the Jizhou army's formation had been broken up.

We encountered countless deserters along the way.

Originally Yang Jian didn't want to pay attention.

These deserters saw the high-quality armor on Yang Jian.

It was thought that Yang Jian was a military guard, specializing in dealing with deserters in the rear.

One by one they grabbed their spears and rushed forward.

These people were afraid that the enemy would desert, so they dared to take action after seeing their own people.

Yang Jian did not explain, but attacked fiercely, easily using the weapon in his hand to beat several people into a bloody mist.

The original deserters immediately returned to the original route and joined the battle against the invading demons and northern barbarians.

If they were killed by demons and these northern barbarians, at least their bodies would be intact, but in Yang Jian's hands, only a pile of minced meat would be left.

They are not stupid, they naturally know how to choose.

[Spirit +10]

He felt the Eight-Nine Profound Arts running madly in his body as he digested the newly absorbed essence.

A smile appeared on Yang Jian's face, and the smell of blood in the air made his whole body excited.

He joined the battlefield, knocked down a thin incoming enemy, and was about to crush him with a follow-up shot.

He was surprised to find that the enemy's face was extremely childish, a little girl of the same age as Yang Chan.

He put away the halberd that he was about to stab.

"Ula Ula~"

The enemy who was spared by Yang Jian was not convinced. With strange shouts, they rushed forward, waving short knives made of animal bones in their hands.

He chopped Yang Jian's chest armor with a fierce blow, but not even a white mark was left.

Yang Jian frowned. This boy is too weak. He is so young and yet he still comes out to fight?

swoosh~
A black shadow flashed by, and the young enemy was shot in the chest and fell to the ground unwillingly.

Before she died, she kept glaring at Yang Jian with resentment.

[Spirit +0.5]

"Yang Jian, why are you in a daze? This is not the time to show mercy on the battlefield."

Su Quanxiao put away his bow and arrow, casually chopped off the head of an enemy soldier who was rushing towards him, and spoke to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was shocked to see that the head chopped off by Su Quanxiao was white-haired and turned out to be an old man.

He looked up and saw that the enemies rushing out from the mountains and forests on all sides were either short in stature or staggering.

Each of them was old, weak, sick and disabled, while the main force of the attack was a group of strange-looking monsters, constantly attacking the center of the army formation.

It was these monsters transformed from jackals, tigers and leopards that caused the Jizhou army to lose morale and was on the verge of collapse and defeat.

Yang Jian was just about to kill the demon that was killing people indiscriminately in the distance.

"Ow~"

A tiger roar suddenly sounded.

It was the black tiger that revealed its true form, and tremendous pressure descended upon the battlefield.

The demon's attack suddenly stopped and it began to retreat into the mountains and forests.

The Northern Barbarians who followed in the attack were not so lucky.

Just like the Jizhou army, they were all lying on the ground, shitting and pissing, unable to move.

At this moment, only a few dozen people with cultivation could stand in the field. They were gathered in the center of the military formation and seemed to be guarding something.

The power of the monsters in the immortal realm is truly terrifying.

"Yang Jian, come with me to kill these barbarians."

Su Quanxiao rushed into the group of fallen northern barbarians and mercilessly stabbed the defenseless barbarians with his sword.

Yang Jian remained unmoved and attacked these defenseless mortals. Didn't he and Hei Hu have the same virtue?
He practiced only to preserve his life, not to bully the weak.

He walked up to the fallen body and absorbed the remaining spirit.

I don’t know if it’s because these people didn’t die at his hands or for some other reason.

There is very little spirit remaining on these corpses.

Originally it was supposed to be a single serving, but now only 0.1 can be absorbed, and some even get nothing.

After absorbing the energy from the nearby battlefield, he only obtained twenty spirits, which was not as efficient as the spirits provided by the ten deserters he had killed before.

"Demon Eye, what's going on? Why is there so little essence? Are you the one behind this?" Yang Jian asked in his heart.

Demon Eye: "You don't think I've lost my sight, do you?"

The Demon Eye suddenly thought of something and signaled Yang Jian to open the Demon Eye and take a look.

Yang Jian took the initiative to open his magic eye and connect his consciousness.

The situation on the battlefield changed suddenly.

In the vision of the magic eye, the remaining essence of the corpses on the ground turned into red rays of light, converging towards the center of the Jizhou army.

Yang Jian was startled, because that was the location of Jizhou Hou Su Hu, and it was also the place that the monks in the army had been guarding.

Could it be that Su Hu also has the means to use the blood, energy, and souls of living beings to practice?

A trace of doubt flashed through his mind.

Soon, the soldiers on the ground who were frightened by the black tiger's pressure began to recover and started to clean up the battlefield one by one.

The attacking northern barbarians also staggered away into the jungle.

Those who were lucky were able to escape, but those who were slow were chased and killed by the Jizhou army.

"Are you Miss Su's personal bodyguard? Lord Su invites you to discuss matters with Miss."

The herald's voice came from behind.

Yang Jian thought that he had just disobeyed Su Quanxiao's military order, and now the enemy was looking for trouble with him.

When he looked back, he saw only the herald officer behind him, and he didn't look like he was going to be captured.

It just so happened that he was very interested in the thing in the center of the military formation that was continuously absorbing blood, energy, and souls.

He nodded and said, "Lead the way."

In the center of the army formation, a bronze tripod was seen standing on a chariot.

The inscriptions on it are complex and extremely mysterious.

In the eyes of the Dharma, the bronze cauldron was emitting an extremely rich light, and it was obviously a treasure with extremely strong spiritual power.

"It is indeed this thing. Yang Jian, hurry up and grab it. The essence in this tripod can improve your Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts by three or four levels. Maybe it won't be a problem for you to reach the immortal realm directly."

The Demon Eye's surprised voice sounded in his mind.

Yang Jian was a little eager to make a move after being told by the evil eye, but he did not act rashly because he was still under the spell of the Heart-Eating Curse.

If Su Daji's plan was disrupted, who knows if that woman would do something desperate.

"Don't worry, what is this?"

Yang Jian communicated with the Demon Eye in his mind.

"This is the ritual vessel used by the princes to worship their ancestors. Inside is the qi, blood, and soul that they collected. As for the ritual vessel used by the Shang Dynasty to worship heaven and earth, it contains even more qi, blood, and soul. Qi and blood are called essence, and soul is called spirit. The combination of the two is the essence that we absorb."

Yang Jian understood what was going on and was about to continue asking questions when he realized that he had already reached the center of the army.

Su Hu is just ahead.

The messenger said, "Report, Miss Su's personal bodyguard Yang Jian has arrived."

Su Hu was sitting in the carriage, frowning and thinking as he looked at the map in his hand.

Surrounded by many generals, Su Daji was holding a black cat and whispering something in Su Hu's ear.

"Yang Jian, you still have the nerve to come here. Why didn't you take action when we were on the battlefield? Now that we are rewarding you for your merits, you come here quickly. Your senior brother Zheng Lun has gone back to transport military rations. Now there is no one to protect you. I want to see how you die."

Su Quanxiao looked dissatisfied and took the lead in attacking.

He had been dissatisfied with Yang Jian for a long time. Ever since he found out that his sister had given herself to him, he had disliked Yang Jian in every way.

After saying that, he looked at Su Hu and exaggerated the fact that Yang Jian had shown mercy to the Northern Barbarians just now.

As he spoke, the look of disgust on Su Hu's face became more and more intense.

Su Quanxiao was delighted, thinking that he would soon see Yang Jian being punished by military law.

However, he did not expect that Su Hu did not attack Yang Jian as he expected.

Instead, her face was full of admiration, and she said, "My dear daughter has good taste. Yang Jian is indeed a fierce general. If it weren't for you punishing the deserters, my Jizhou army would have been defeated. In the end, the tiger roared in the mountains and forests to intimidate the enemy. You played an indispensable role in our victory in this battle."

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