Chapter 75 Night Run
The moonlight is half hidden.

The moon is like a hook.

Yuan Futong ran wildly in the mountains and forests.

He fled in a hurry, not caring about the army under his command.

Yang Jian was like a demon, and his army could not stop him at all.

It was directed at him.

All the soldiers who were willing to stand in front of him died.

More than half of the hundreds of Qi-refining practitioners in the army were also killed.

The three Taoists sent by Taibai Star Lord could not withstand more than three moves from Yang Jian and their souls flew away.

Relying on these people, Yang Jian was temporarily delayed.

He had just escaped from the barracks.

In panic, he fled along the path behind the mountain.

At this moment, he felt very regretful and wondered why he was so arrogant and angered Yang Jian.

What’s even more hateful is that Yang Jian has such strong strength, but he doesn’t even say it!

This made him want to kill Yang Jian and keep him here.

All this is to blame on that little beauty named Su Daji.

If he didn't still have greed for him, why would he want to get rid of Yang Jian.

At this moment, the blue dragon named Ao Bing that he had originally held in his arms had long disappeared.

I don't know when it slipped away.

Looking back, the military town where the army was stationed was out of sight.

Fortunately, before he fled, he instructed his generals to lead the troops back to the northern border.

It was quiet all around at this time, and I thought Yang Jian would not chase us.

Yuan Futong put himself in the other person's shoes.

Even if there were 100,000 pigs standing there for him to chop, he would be exhausted to death before he could chop half of them.

No matter how powerful Yang Jian is, he is still a human being of flesh and blood. How can he keep killing?

Thinking of this, he slowed down and took a breath.

I could easily identify the direction by looking at the stars in the sky.

Head north.

He wants to go home!

I think he was born with heroic ambition. Before coming to Chaoge, he had great ambitions in his heart. He was just waiting to support Weizi Qi to become the crown prince so that he could realize his grand ambitions.

But now he was returning alone, completely alone.

His heroic spirit was shattered by Yang Jian, and he even dared not join the army, like a dog that has lost its home.

"Hey~"

Yuan Futong sighed quietly and tried to cheer himself up.

He couldn't be depressed because the revenge that Emperor Xin had plotted against him had not yet been taken.

When he returns to the northern border, he will certainly let Yin Shang know how he, Yuan Futong, was able to subdue the two hundred princes in the northern border.

Even if it means that no one in the North will be left alive.

He also wanted to lure out the monsters from the North Sea and let the Shang Dynasty run wild.

It seemed as if the surrounding woods sensed the renewed fighting spirit in his heart.

A gust of wind blew, and leaves fell down in streaks.

A dragon roar suddenly came from the woods behind him.

There seemed to be great pain hidden in the dragon's roar!
Yuan Futong was startled and realized that Yang Jian was right behind him. Ao Bing, who had previously escaped from him, was bumped into by Yang Jian.

He seemed to have a premonition that his soul would be destroyed after being caught by Yang Jian, so he immediately used his hands and feet to flee in a hurry.

The wind picked up.

The wind is strong in the forest.

The whistling sound of the wind was like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

escape!escape!escape!
The breath of death came with the wind in the forest.

It seemed that if he was a step slower, his life or death would be in danger.

Yuan Futong was steaming with heat and sweating profusely.

His heart seemed to turn into a ball of fire, burning in his chest and making him feel breathless.

Exhale forcefully to squeeze the air out of your lungs, then open your chest and take a big breath of cold air.

Just now I felt a little strength returning to my legs and feet.

The path is narrow and thorny, and it is difficult to walk on.

He just felt that the night was long, as if this night was the only thing left in his life.

Listen all night long.

Wait until the sky is about to brighten and the east is white.

Yuan Futong knelt down by the stream.

A night passed and Yang Jian did not catch up.

He is safe.

At this moment, his temples were covered with white salt grains, and his arms and torso were also covered with tiny white crystals.

This is the salt in his sweat condensed after the sweat on his body evaporated.

After drinking from the stream, he looked at his reflection in the water.

I was startled.

In the reflection, his temples were obviously gray.

I thought it was just salt grains and wiped it off, but I found that the white color was still on my temples.

Looking closely, I saw that all my hair had turned white from the roots.

Grow your hair overnight!
"Ha~"

Yuan Futong laughed bitterly.

Even when he was in Chaoge prison, he had never been as frightened and embarrassed as he was today.

Yang Jian~
He silently repeated the name in his mind, his heart trembling slightly.

In his eyes, this person is even more terrifying than the name Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong felt timid when facing him because of his powerful strength.

Yang Jian was under tremendous pressure from last night, which caused him to suffer psychological trauma.

"Just wait! When I come to Chaoge again, I will definitely turn Chaoge upside down and shake the Shang Dynasty. By then, you will all die!"

Thinking of this, he stretched out his right hand and slowly touched his waist.

There were fragments of the demon armor given by Taibai Xingjun, which was also one of his chances to make a comeback. He took out the brocade box, opened it, and found it was empty.

lost?

He was a little flustered for a moment, thinking that he had knocked it off while drinking water, and looked around for it.

Inadvertently, his right hand touched his waist again.

The hard touch made him feel cold all over.

He reached out his hand with trembling hands and found that the iron sheet had merged into one with his flesh and blood.

It was as if it were growing on his flesh and blood.

"Wow~"

A heavy object suddenly fell into the stream.

The splashing water drenched Yuan Futong to the bone.

He wiped away the water drops in front of his eyes and his vision became clear.

After seeing clearly what had fallen, his body suddenly straightened up.

In front of him was a bronze halberd, pointing directly at his forehead. The remaining blood on it had coagulated into black scabs, emitting a foul odor.

Look forward.

The sun was rising, and the dazzling sunlight hit my eyes, and I could only see a tall black shadow.

Wait until you gradually adapt to the light.

Yuan Futong saw Yang Jian looking at him with a sarcastic expression. His evil eyes between his eyebrows looked around and finally locked onto Yuan Futong, making him feel cold all over.

"Ah~ Good morning, Lord."

Yang Jian covered his mouth with his free hand and yawned. The next moment, his eyes were fierce: "I slept for a while and you only ran so far. Do you look down on me? Do you think I can't catch up with you?"

Yuan Futong knew that a disaster was imminent and there was no chance of escape, so his tense nerves relaxed.

It was as if all the energy had been drained from his body, and he collapsed to the ground.

He said weakly, "Kill if you want to, don't waste your words."

"No, no, no, my lord, you are wrong."

Yang Jian took back the bronze halberd and washed it in the stream. Under the flushing of the stream water, streaks of black blood spread.

"I am only sending a gift to the Marquis. If you can return to the Northern Territory safely, then Master Wen will be relieved, and I will be relieved too!"

Yang Jian could understand Wen Zhong's intention. Wen Zhong didn't want Yuan Futong to cause trouble around Chaoge, which would inevitably lead to chaos in Chaoge.

Wen Zhong asked Yuan Futong to return to the northern border and start a rebellion again in order to expand the conflict.

Only when the dispute is big enough to drag in all forces, or even when immortals and gods from all sides come together to fight, will the Jie Sect get involved.

Wen Zhong was worried that Yuan Futong did not have enough capital, so he sent Emperor Yi's two sons over.

Yang Jian thought that if he were Yuan Futong, he would be moved to tears after receiving such a huge gift package.

But who knew that Yuan Futong would not appreciate it at all.

There is no way, if you don't accept the toast, you can only drink the penalty wine.

I think, after a night of hard work, Yuan Futong should have figured it out.

The black Qilin slowly landed on the ground, leaving Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan, who were still unconscious on his back, next to Yuan Futong.

"My Lord, let's get going. Your army retreated overnight and has now reached Sanshan Pass. Go north and get out of this forest. If you wait for another three or four hours, you should be able to reach them."

Yang Jian urged, casually pulling out Ao Bing, who was caught yesterday, from his waist and throwing him to Yuan Futong: "Don't throw things around next time. Catching this guy really wasted a lot of my energy."

Ao Bing's thin dragon body was hovering, and at this moment, not a single scale on his body was intact. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot when he was caught by Yang Jian again.

He looked at Yang Jian with fear, then obediently flew onto Yuan Futong's shoulder.

Yuan Futong clenched his fists, feeling an endless sense of humiliation. His head ached and his voice trembled, "I will definitely return the favor of today double to this day!"

Yang Jian chuckled and said, "Yang Jian will wait and see. I hope that the Marquis will let me enjoy myself!"

"Oh yeah, do you know how to use these two guys?"

Yang Jian was worried that Yuan Futong would not understand, so he kindly reminded him: "You are using the emperor to control the princes. Go back and think about it carefully."

Yuan Futong said no more, picked up the two sons of the previous king beside him, and went north.

Will Wen Zhong's plot backfire?
At this moment, it seemed to Yang Jian that Wen Zhong was deliberately trying to hit him in the foot.

Through a series of operations by Wen Zhong.

Yang Jian could understand that Wen Zhong wanted to increase the difficulty.

The difficulty is not too great.

How can he let the immortals of Jiejiao come out of the mountain?

If you don’t leave the mountain, how can you fight for those blessed places?

The ancient Shu land alone could not satisfy Wen Zhong's appetite.

If Wen Zhong were to rely on himself alone and bump into an ancient immortal god, and if the immortal god did not give face to Jiejiao, Wen Zhong would surely die.

Could this be the truth behind the Conferred God Tribulation?

Even if it is not, it should be close.

Yang Jian felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth of the Conferred God.

The reason why the Heavenly Court couldn't hold back must be related to the upcoming great catastrophe of the Conferred Gods.

In this way, he returned to Chaoge City with a lot of questions in his mind.

When I see Wen Zhong again.

I discovered that there was a strange Taoist beside Wen Zhong.

At first glance, he looks like an ordinary person.

But the strange aura of Tao surrounding him fully demonstrates that he is not as simple as he looks.

"You are Yang Jian? You are indeed a handsome man. No wonder Master urged me to come and take you back. He couldn't even wait for Junior Brother Wen Zhong to finish these trivial matters. I am Yu Yuan, you can call me - Senior Brother!"

The Taoist took the initiative to greet Yang Jian, and at the same time inadvertently revealed his cultivation level, which flashed away in a flash.

The strong pressure came upon me, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Even though Yu Yuan only released a trace of pressure.

Yang Jian also felt his limbs stiff and unable to move, and his scalp was numb, as if he had been electrocuted.

It seemed as if his life and death depended on a single glance from the other person.

Yu Yuan is the eldest disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother and the first disciple of the third generation of Jiejiao.

The realm of Daluo Jinxian.

This is! A show of force?

　The second volume is over.

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