Chapter 333 Arrogant Yuan Futong

Turning around, I saw that many soldiers around were in the same situation.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The defeated soldiers shouted in unison, and some of them were so anxious that they even began to collect snow and put it in a pot, then set the pot on fire.

"镪~"

The bronze sword was unsheathed, cutting through a silver hue brighter than snow, and slashed heavily at Yang Jian.

The next moment, the bronze sword broke into pieces. The soldier who drew the sword looked in disbelief, as if he had just struck upon hard rock.

He didn't believe it, so he picked up the bronze spear and stabbed it at Yang Jian, but he couldn't even pierce his clothes.

The body of the spy in front of him seemed to be cast in copper or iron.

"Immortal! It's an immortal!"

The sound of panic was spreading.

Soon, the defeated soldiers who were waiting for the meal with red eyes knelt on the ground and kowtowed one by one.

He shouted to the immortal to spare his life.

Yang Jian ignored this farce. He walked up to the old soldier and asked him to stand up.

The old soldier didn't dare: "You can ask whatever you want, Immortal. I will answer on my knees."

Yang Jian did not force it: "Which direction is Master Wen?"

The old soldier pointed to the northwest and said, "Walk two hundred miles and you will see a mountain. Master Wen is on the mountain."

Yang Jian nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered that he had something unfinished. He looked at the first soldier who caught him and falsely accused him of being a spy. This soldier had the characteristics of a cannibal.

"Have you ever eaten anyone?"

The soldier's body trembled, heat rose from his crotch, and he immediately wet his pants.

Seeing this, the old soldier at the side said, "My Lord, they are eating the monsters under Yuan Futong's command. Now the army is out of food. If we don't eat them, we will die. Grand Tutor Wen has ordered us to leave the North Sea at all costs. Let alone eating people, we must leave even if we have to eat shit."

Yang Jian understood in his heart that Su Daji had said before that Yuan Futong was possessed by the ancient demon god. If Yuan Futong had a way to contact the ancient demon god, it might be traced back to the ancient demon god who appeared during the Chaoge Heavenly Ceremony ten years ago.

In the chaos of the war at that time, it was not surprising that some debris was collected by some people and turned into a big problem.

The ancient demon god can strengthen his body by devouring flesh and blood. The ancient demon god that appeared in Chaoge City before swallowed all the essence of the Shang Dynasty’s heavenly sacrifice ceremony and half of the living beings in Chaoge City.

Even though Wen Zhong summoned the Qingping sword energy, it was still not able to completely eliminate it. In the end, it was Nuwa who transformed into the Fairy Caixia who took action to calm the chaos.

When Yang Jian thought of this, his eyes fixed and he was about to fly over to take a look.

If the demon god summoned by Yuan Futong was really the one from Chaoge City, the essence accumulated in the bronze tripod that guarded the Shang Dynasty army might have been devoured by it.

Yang Jian's heart was bleeding, because all this was his essence!

Yang Jian did not believe it and asked, "Where is the bronze tripod that the army carried?"

"Grandmaster Wen asked us to withdraw our troops quickly, so we had no time to care about the bronze tripod. Naturally, we stayed where we are."

Yang Jian clenched his fists instantly. If he had known earlier, he should have killed Yuan Futong then, and there would not be the trouble today.

He was about to leave and check the status of the bronze tripod. Before that, Yang Jian walked to the iron pot that the soldiers had set up earlier. At this time, the snow water in the pot had melted and boiled, emitting billowing hot steam.

He fished out two peach pits from his sleeve, pinched and rubbed them with one hand, and the peach pits instantly turned into powder and melted into the water. A rich fragrance immediately emanated, and the surrounding soldiers felt thunder in their stomachs.

What Yang Jian took out was the peach pits left over from his eating of the peaches from heaven. The abundant vitality contained in the peach pits was enough to support all the defeated soldiers of the Shang Dynasty to leave the ancient ice field of the North Sea.

One pot of water is obviously not enough.

Afterwards, Yang Jian took out a spiritual object from his sleeve, spit out true fire and slightly refined it. The iron pot that was originally full of hot soup suddenly changed drastically, and the soup seemed to disappear and sink to the bottom.

If you look closely, you will find that the soup is not decreasing, but the pot is getting bigger.

Yang Jian transformed an ordinary iron pot into a magical iron pot with the method of the universe in his sleeves recorded on it. He then used the Five Elements Escape Technique to control the surrounding snow to pour into the pot, and a pot of spiritual water was completely refined.

"If you take a sip of the spiritual water in this pot, it will be enough for ten days of food. Remember to distribute the spiritual water in the pot to the entire army. If you dare to hide it and use it privately~"

Yang Jian was halfway through his words when a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his palm and he chopped it towards the sky.

"First consider whether your mortal body can block my sword!"

The dark clouds that had shrouded the North Sea for tens of thousands of years were split apart.

The moonlight shines down and the stars shine through.

Yang Jian glanced coldly at the many soldiers kneeling on the ground nearby, instilling fear firmly into everyone's consciousness before urging them to distribute the spiritual water.

When a soldier looked up fearfully, he realized that the terrifying figure had left at some point.

Yang Jian flew up into the sky for two hundred miles, and saw a murderous aura covering the sky and the might of the devil in front of him.

The ancient demon god with three heads and six arms looks ferocious and majestic. The three heads have strange faces. The main head looks like Yuan Futong, and the two heads on the left and right are the eldest son Weizi Qi and the second son Wei Zhongyan of Emperor Xin, the first emperor of the Shang Dynasty.

Wen Zhong looked pale, as if he had not yet recovered from a serious injury. He led several Jiejiao immortals in a fierce battle with Yuan Futong.

If Wen Zhong did not have the Flying Golden Sword, a top-grade spiritual treasure bestowed by the Golden Spirit Mother, which could restrain Yuan Futong, these Jiejiao immortals would have been defeated.

Yang Jian watched for a while and found that Yuan Futong's cultivation and combat power was at the level of celestial immortals, while the cultivation levels of those Jiejiao immortals were a mixture of human immortals, earthly immortals, and ghost immortals. Some traces of Jiejiao magic could indeed be seen on them, but what they cultivated were not the great way to heaven, but rather a side path.

It makes sense. All the disciples of Jiejiao who can practice "Lingbao Daojing" are the core disciples of Jiejiao. There is no need for them to come and live under Wen Zhong.

The Xuanmen orthodox path is good, but the talent required is quite demanding, and only one in ten thousand people can achieve success.

Even though Wen Zhong became a disciple of the Golden Spirit Holy Mother, he still followed the Taiyi side door path.

After all, Wen Zhongcheng is a human immortal. If he cultivates the Great Way to Heaven, he will be able to ascend to heaven in one step after becoming an immortal and become a Daluo Heavenly Immortal.

Yang Jian lowered his head and looked around, and saw a huge bronze tripod overturned in the distance, without any spirit left in it.

The worst happened yet.

Yang Jian was extremely angry. He came here just for the essence. Even if he didn't have the essence in the bronze tripod, the continuous battles in the north could provide a lot of essence, enough for Yang Jian to practice.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Futong used a secret method to devour his entire army. Even dozens of demon fairies who came from Northern Juluzhou to help were absorbed by him, condensing into the incarnation of the ancient demon god.

"Wen Zhong, when I fled Chaoge ten years ago, I swore to the heavens that I would turn the Shang Dynasty upside down. You see, I have merged with the two sons of the previous emperor. The Shang Dynasty bloodline is stronger than that of the fake emperor Di Xin in Chaoge City. The Shang Dynasty belongs to me!"

Yuan Futong used all six arms at the same time, with great power, suppressing all the immortals firmly, while at the same time he was also ridiculing Wen Zhong wantonly and happily.

"Master Wen, you have been fighting with me for five days, and you must be exhausted. You Jiejiao immortals are just chickens and dogs, and you can't stand a single blow. If it weren't for the sword in your hand, you would have merged with me long ago. If you Jiejiao have this little ability, I will go to Jin'ao Island and demolish Jiejiao's nest after I devour all the living beings of the Shang Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)