Chapter 268 Not Humanoid
Just when Yang Jian and Zheng Lun were confronting each other.

The scouts of the Shang army entered the city of Jibei.

The scout was dragging a golden thread eagle in his hand, which was used to deliver messages, and he ran quickly towards Yang Jian.

"I heard that Grand Master has given an order~"

The scout shouted from afar.

When he got closer, he was out of breath and looked at Yang Jian: "I heard that Grand Tutor Wen has ordered that the army in the city can be used as the vanguard to deal with Yuan Futong. General Zheng Lun is an outsider and should not be embarrassed. The Marquis of Jizhou and his son will be escorted to the camp and he will deal with it personally."

When Yang Jian heard this, his expression changed instantly. He was thinking about some of the information conveyed in Wen Zhongling.

It seems that the Marquis of Jizhou and his son will not die.

Wen Zhong will certainly make a big fuss about the two guys' identities as surrendered ministers.

You know, the 72 princes in the northern border are now following Yuan Futong in rebellion.

If Wen Zhong spared the Marquis of Jizhou, this action would send a message to the other princes that as long as they surrendered now, they still had a chance to survive.

Think of this.

Even though it was cold in the north, it couldn't suppress the chill in his heart.

"Send a message to Master Wen, and tell him that the Marquis of Jizhou has committed a treacherous act, allowing his troops to eat up all the people of Jizhou as rations. He must not be allowed to stay. As for the outsider, General Zheng Lun~"

Yang Jian paused.

Looking at Zheng Lun in front of him, his purple face was full of vigilance and his red hair was like flames. How could a person look like this?

Their cultivation has reached the level of immortals. Yang Jian couldn't help but think that after these people became immortals, they might no longer consider themselves human beings.

Then, his eyes flashed with coldness: "General Zheng, as the grain supervisor of the Marquis of Jizhou, not only did he not control the crazy cannibalism, but he indulged himself and regarded mortals as pigs and sheep. Obviously, General Zheng no longer regards humans as human beings after becoming an immortal~!"

After hearing this, the scout's face turned pale and blue.

Although I feel pity for the people of Jizhou.

But I also feel that I am a bit unlucky.

Yang Jian is the junior brother of Master Wen, so there will be no consequences if he disobeys orders.

But this scout may not be so sure.

What Yang Jian considered a trivial matter was a head-losing mistake in front of him.

The scout was about to persuade Yang Jian to report the matter to Grand Tutor Wen, who would make the decision.

Yang Jian's expression turned stern. "I have made up my mind. Just tell Master Wen my decision. If you hesitate any more, I don't mind having another Shang Dynasty scout's head here."

The murderous aura came over him, and the scout trembled and ran away with his buttocks between his legs.

Zheng Lun's face became more and more solemn, he clenched the demon-subduing pestle in both hands, and the flaming beast under him looked a little uneasy, with flames spewing from its mouth and nose.

Zheng Lun reached out his hand to comfort him, and at the same time looked at Yang Jian and said coldly: "Yang Jian, do you really want to fight me?"

Yang Jian shook his head: "General Zheng, please don't stop me. As I said before, it's not easy to become an immortal. General Zheng, you'd better be cautious and don't sacrifice your life for a moment of anger."

[This guy can show it. It has only been three years. Three years ago, Zheng Lun was only at the realm of refining the spirit and returning to the void. How could he cross the realm of refining the void and merging with the Tao and become an immortal? How strange! ]

A crack appeared between Yang Jian's eyebrows. He looked at Zheng Lun, and his evil eyes were amazed at Zheng Lun's cultivation.

Yang Jian had some vague guesses about this.

That is, Hongjun influenced the ancient heavenly way, making it easier for all living beings to practice. After all, the great calamity of the Conferred Gods is approaching, and it will be unpleasant to kill a wave of living beings without mentioning their cultivation.

"Aren't the people of Jibei City what you are looking for? I will give you these people. You and I are both cultivators. Isn't the purpose of cultivating Taoism to be able to ride on the heads of all living beings and act tyrannically? Isn't it just to allow the army to eat some mortals? Even Grand Master Wen wouldn't say much, but you are making things difficult for me because of these mortals." Zheng Lun stretched out his hand to the soldiers beside him.

Zheng Lun took the backpack tied around his waist into his hands.

He pulled it casually, and the backpack burst, and black balls fell to the ground.

These balls look like elixirs and have a strange fragrance.

When Yang Jian saw it, his throat moved and his appetite increased, wanting to taste what these things tasted like.

The fire-eyed beast opened its bloody mouth, stuck out its tongue and rolled it towards the ground, then several black pills were rolled into its mouth and swallowed.

Zheng Lun pointed at the black balls on the ground and said, "Those people are right here. The rations of the 100,000-man army are the people you are looking for. They also ate people. No matter how capable you are, Yang Jian, can you really kill the entire city's army? Are you really not afraid of heaven's punishment? By then, you will be entangled by karma. Even if you, Yang Jian, are extremely talented, you will never be able to become an immortal."

What is Yang Jian’s choice?

Zheng Lun soon had the answer.

The sharp blade light came towards him, and the chill made his heart tremble.

"Humph~"

Zheng Lun groaned, and white light gushed out of his nostrils and rushed towards Yang Jian.

Even though he was frightened by Yang Jian's fighting ability, he did not fear the battle.

His magical powers are no longer what they used to be.

The 'two energies in the orifice' that he cultivated had already reached perfection. He hummed out two white lights that absorbed people's souls. Once Yang Jian was hit by the white lights, his soul would be absorbed by him and he would be captured.

Yang Jian chopped the white light into pieces, and the powerful impact force made him retreat hundreds of meters before stopping.

Zheng Lun's eyes lit up. Yang Jian's performance was beyond his expectations. He was not too strong, but too weak.

"Yang Jian, you want to fight me before you become an immortal. Today is not the same as before. The gap between you and me is much greater than ever before."

Zheng Lun shouted loudly, and once again drove the Fire Eyes Golden Eyes Beast, wielding the Demon Subduing Pestle, and attacked Yang Jian. At the same time, two white lights suddenly spurted out of his nose, heading straight for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was prepared and dodged the attack of the white light. He brandished the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand and started a fierce close combat with Zheng Lun.

Zheng Lun kept humming white light, trying to interfere with Yang Jian, but Yang Jian, with his agility and rich combat experience, was always able to dodge or resolve it at the critical moment.

Yang Jian seized an opportunity, and rushed forward, slashing at Zheng Lun with his three-pointed, double-edged sword, which brought a strong wind. Zheng Lun hurriedly used the demon-subduing pestle to block it.

The two fought back and forth, and the sound of weapons clashing could be heard. Although Zheng Lun's white light was powerful, Yang Jian's magic eye was also extraordinary and could see through Zheng Lun's attack pattern.

Yang Jian deliberately exposed a flaw, causing Zheng Lun to hum the white light again. Just when the white light was about to hit him, Yang Jian's body suddenly dispersed, and the water cloud body was displayed, dodging the white light.

The next moment, white mist spread and enveloped Zheng Lun.

"Yang Jian disappeared!"

Zheng Lun was shocked. He had never seen Yang Jian's water cloud body, so he was naturally extremely surprised.

Before he could react, the three-pointed, double-edged sword stabbed at Zheng Lun at a tricky angle.

Zheng Lun dodged quickly but was still scratched on the arm by the knife tip. Blood was flowing but he endured the pain and continued to fight with Yang Jian.

When the two men were fighting, the surrounding soldiers wisely retreated several miles to avoid being injured by the aftermath of the battle.

At this time, the blood of the immortal was spilled, and some soldiers rushed forward regardless of their lives, frantically licking the red bloodstains on the snow.

Looking at the appearance of these soldiers, they don’t look like human beings.

(End of this chapter)