Chapter 269 Chef Su Quanxiao

At this time, Yang Jian didn't want to delay any longer. He used all his strength to display the Law of Heaven and Earth, and his aura suddenly increased.

He could sense that in the distant mansion, there was a deep evil thought watching him.

It was as if the oriole was waiting behind the mantis stalking the cicada, waiting for him to reveal a flaw so that it could give him a fatal blow.

Yang Jian grew larger and with one strike of his sword he knocked Zheng Lun off his mount and slammed him into the ground.

Then he pointed a finger at Zheng Lun.

The sword energy accompanying the Zhu Xian Mark rushed straight towards Zheng Lun.

Only at this moment did Yang Jian truly want to kill Zheng Lun. If Zheng Lun had the idea of ​​retreating just now, he would have let him go, but now it seemed that he was simply stubborn and unyielding.

As one of the two generals in Fengshen, Yang Jian did not want to disrupt this predetermined fate.

But there's nothing we can do now.

If he wants to die, then let him die!

Zheng Lun was caught off guard by the magical power that Yang Jian suddenly displayed.

The enormous force of Fa Tian Xiang Di seemed to have shattered his bones and muscles. At this moment, his body was embedded in the ground, unable to move. He could only watch as the sword energy rushed towards his heart.

Just when he thought he was doomed, a fire-eyed golden-eyed beast jumped out from the side and used its body to block the sword energy for Zheng Lun.

Zheng Lun's eyes widened: "Yang Jian! You deserve to die!"

His bones were crackling all over, and the magic power in his body had repaired his injuries. The speed at which his immortal body recovered was far beyond Yang Jian's imagination.

He was just about to pull himself out of the ground and fight with Yang Jian for three hundred rounds, making Yang Jian pay for the life of his mount.

"Om~"

The blade cut through the air, making a slight buzzing sound.

Zheng Lun was stunned.

A three-pointed, double-edged sword hung between his brows.

The tip of the knife had pierced into his forehead, leaving a dent on his skull.

Zheng Lun's Adam's apple moved and his lips became dry.

He was afraid. He was afraid of the three-pointed, double-edged sword, a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure in front of him, and he was also afraid of Yang Jian, who was behind this treasure.

"Mercy~"

The sound echoed in his throat, and it was very difficult to utter those two words.

But he still forced himself to say it. He had been practicing Taoism for two hundred years, and it was a great blessing for him to be able to achieve Taoism and become an immortal. If Yang Jian stabbed him with a knife, his cultivation would be shattered in an instant.

Practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal is for one’s own sake.

In the final analysis, it is not worth losing your life for the father and son of Jizhou Marquis!
When the real fatal crisis appeared before his eyes, Zheng Lun realized his true thoughts.

Originally, he still had a hypocritical loyalty to Jizhou Hou Su Hu in his heart.

At this moment, the mask of loyalty was shattered.

Zheng Lun did not finish saying the word "spare my life".

Yang Jian suddenly flew backwards.

Then a dark magic light hit the ground, eroding a large hole in the ground.

Yang Jian looked solemnly towards the location of Jizhou Marquis' Mansion, where the magic spell was emitted from.

"Yang Jian, you are really alert."

A sinister laugh was heard.

Following the sound, a monster with a goat's head and a human body broke through the house and walked slowly towards us, stepping on the ruins of tiles.

Looking at his face, it was Su Hu's son, Su Quanxiao.

It is no longer a human at this time. Its eyes are bloodshot, and the horns on its head are hideously twisted, emitting a creepy cold light.

The body is covered with scales, which emit black smoke and are covered with strange patterns.

As it walked, countless black balls fell from its body and bounced on the ground.

It was exactly the same as the rations in the soldiers' marching bags, and it exuded a strange fragrance. Countless soldiers seemed to have lost their minds at this time, picking up the black pills on the ground.

[Yang Jian, luckily we didn't touch those black balls just now. Do you think they look like sheep dung?]

Demon Eye said with lingering fear.

[Su Quanxiao's aura is a little strange, as if I have seen him somewhere before.]

Yang Jian nodded: "During the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony in Chaoge City, there was an ancient demon god. When Yuan Futong escaped, he was carrying a piece of foreign objects left by the ancient demon god. Now, it seems that Su Quanxiao's abnormality should be due to Yuan Futong giving him the relevant demon god aura."

Su Quanxiao laughed wildly when he heard what Yang Jian said: "The power of the ancient demon god is infinite. I can become stronger as long as I eat people. I wonder if eating you will give me some new magical powers."

"So, you are the one who eats all the people in the city?"

Yang Jian asked.

"Of course, it is their blessing to be a part of me. Today, the blessing falls on you, Yang Jian. Are you happy?"

Su Quanxiao laughed grimly and punched towards Yang Jian, with mighty demonic power spreading out.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank. Su Quanxiao's cultivation did not have any aura above the immortal realm.

But the power of his attack is already above that of an immortal.

Yang Jian did not use his three-pointed, double-edged sword. This guy was very difficult to deal with. He wanted to save some energy, so he pointed his fingertips and another sword energy was released.

The sword energy directly punched a big hole in the demon's body.

Su Quanxiao's face changed, he looked down and found that he was chilled to the bone.

A feeling of weakness spread throughout the demon's body.

He felt that he would die before he could accomplish his mission.

He looked horrified and looked at Yang Jian: "What kind of magical power is this?"

Without waiting for Yang Jian to answer.

He casually grabbed several soldiers who were picking up shit behind him and swallowed them in big gulps. As the fresh blood and flesh went down his stomach, the big hole that was just made by the sword energy gradually healed.

"No matter what magical powers you have, you can't do anything to Xiaoye. All the troops in this city are my food."

Su Quanxiao was willful and arrogant.

“How many sword energies can you have? Use them all and let’s see which one is more powerful, your sword energy or my demonic might!”

Yang Jian pointed out the sword energy again.

At this time, he still had seventeen companion sword energies left. He had used ten of them to deal with the ten demon fairies and one to deal with Zheng Lun, but it was blocked by his mount.

I just gave Su Quanxiao two strategies.

This time, Yang Jian aimed at Su Quanxiao's head.

The sword energy directly hit his head and caused it to explode.

Black blood was flying all over the sky, and it stank terrible.

But his body swayed but did not fall down.

Several tentacles extended from the neck, grabbing the soldiers nearby one by one and pulling them into the neck.

With the influx of fresh blood and flesh, Su Quanxiao's head grew back again.

"I told you before, these soldiers are my food. It seems your sword energy is useless and can't do anything to me."

He said proudly.

Then he pointed to the soldiers beside him and said: "Go and kill these soldiers if you have the ability. If you kill them, I will have no fresh blood and flesh to revive."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Yang Jian to speak, and continued with a strange look: "Why not kill?"

"It's not that I won't kill you, it's that I don't dare to~"

"If you kill them, you will be entangled in karma and your path will be blocked."

"After all, you are a third-generation disciple of Jiejiao, and you are a disciple of Yang Jian, the Golden Spirit Mother. You have a promising future. How could you wantonly massacre these cannibals for the sake of the people of Jizhou City? You cannot afford the consequences of your karma."

Su Quanxiao kept saying this, his voice becoming more and more frantic.

(End of this chapter)