Jiang Long rode on the Metal Bastet and hovered in the air. Behind him were the refugees who were retreating in panic. However, the army that came to exterminate the refugees was hesitant.
"How can there be a cultivator among the refugees?" The general in the middle of the army was surprised.
The army had about two thousand cavalrymen and ten thousand infantrymen in formation. With just ten thousand people, they dared to exterminate four hundred thousand refugees.
However, in reality, they had already defeated many of the refugees.
They were well-equipped and well-trained. On the other hand, the refugees were sallow and emaciated. Most of them were unarmed. Not to mention ten thousand against four hundred thousand, even a thousand against four hundred thousand would dare to do so.
This army charged all the way and drove the four hundred thousand refugees to this wasteland like cattle and sheep. They were prepared to join forces with the other armies and completely exterminate these four hundred thousand people. It was a good piece of fertile land.
It was supposed to be an encirclement and extermination, but Jiang Long flew up in the sky and declared that he would protect this group of traitors.
Although a cultivator could not destroy their ten thousand strong army, it was still easy for him to take the head of the general.
The general in the middle of the army did not dare to be negligent. He hurriedly sent someone to ask about Jiang Long's origins. At the same time, he rushed to a large golden carriage in the middle of the army.
There was also a cultivator in the carriage. It was an immortal cultivator from their grandfather's generation.
"Grandfather, there's a cultivator among the refugees. He's riding a black sword and is blocking our path. He claims that he will protect the refugees," the general said.
"There's such a thing?" The cultivator jumped out of the carriage and looked at Jiang Long.
He looked like a middle-aged scholar, but he was actually more than a hundred years old. When he saw Jiang Long from afar, he could tell that Jiang Long had just entered the Essence Soul Realm.
Very few cultivators would personally exterminate the refugees, unless … they were like him and wanted to borrow the vitality of mortals.
There were two sources of magic power. The main source was spiritual energy, and the second was vitality. Spiritual energy came from all things in nature. It could be found in the air, spirit mines, and spirit streams. Vitality was only found in the bodies of all living beings. Usually, only fiendish cultivators walked the path of vitality.
In terms of clarity and turbidity, spiritual Qi was clear Qi, while vital Qi was turbid Qi.
The progress of Vital Qi cultivation was fast, but it required a large number of life sacrifices. In the early stages, Demonic Cultivators would usually progress at lightning speed and recover very quickly. However, in the later stages, they would be extremely weak. This was because there were no creatures with strong Vital Qi in the world. In order to advance to the Eight Trigrams Realm after reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, one would need a huge amount of Vital Qi.
Therefore, when demonic cultivators reached the Nascent Soul stage, it would be very difficult for them to progress any further. The path was narrow, and the Immortal Dao had no future.
Nowadays, unless it was someone who had a blood feud and wanted to quickly reach the Yuanjing stage for revenge, no one would take the path of vitality.
As for him, he didn't come here today to watch the army kill the refugees for fun, nor did he come here to cultivate Fiendish Qi.
He, Dongye Boyu, was a proper Clear Stream cultivator. It was just that not long ago, he had obtained a method to refine tools with life energy. He could use his life energy to refine magic treasures.
Strictly speaking, it was also a demonic art. However, because it only used Vital Qi to refine tools and not to nurture the Primordial Spirit, it did not hinder his Immortal Dao. He could still walk the path of Spiritual Qi cultivation.
In a land of misery and suffering, the Vital Qi released by several hundred thousand creatures after their deaths would be used to refine magic treasures. Although the refined magic treasures would not be suitable to be stored in one's Niwan Palace, they could be carried on one's body. At a crucial moment, they could activate the magic treasures with their magic power. It would be an additional life-saving method.
It was precisely because he had such an idea that he followed the army here. However, he did not expect to run into another cultivator.
Furthermore, he was clearly not a demonic cultivator. In that case, what was he doing here? Was he also here to refine tools?
"I am Dongye Boyu, a disciple of the Ascension Sect. How should I address you, fellow cultivator? Which school are you from? "A large bronze sword flew out from Dongye Boyu's forehead. It carried him and flew to the front of the two armies.
Although Jiang Long's cultivation was much weaker than his, he appeared to be very young. He appeared to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
Entering the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age could only mean that he was only in his twenties when he entered the Immortal Dao. He was a genius.
Thus, Dongye Boyu had to think things through first. What if he knew someone?
Between cultivators, it was common for two or three friends to know one another. As long as there was no karma or enmity between them, ordinary small matters could be solved with a laugh.
If Jiang Long also wanted to do something with these refugees, and had some sort of relationship with him, or if his school was powerful enough, he would not mind doing him a favor. After all, there were a lot of refugees.
"Jiang Long. Unaffiliated. Self-taught cultivation," Jiang Long said honestly.
Dongye Boyu's expression changed. Unaffiliated cultivator?
Self-taught? This meant that he did not have the guidance of his ancestors, and had entered the Immortal Dao purely through the scriptures circulated in the secular world.
Furthermore, he was unaffiliated. This meant that he had not entered any school after entering the Immortal Dao.
He was purely an unaffiliated cultivator. He appeared to be free and unfettered. However, the path to immortality was actually indefinite.
No matter how strong his cultivation was, he had only just entered the Nascent Soul stage. Dongye Boyu immediately lost all interest in being courteous.
His Dongye Boyu Clan had produced seven generations of cultivators in succession. They were already a wealthy clan. Furthermore, he had managed to become the disciple of one of the twelve True Immortals, the Ascension Sect.
Why was this person blocking his path? After hearing his excuse of self-preservation, he still did not move aside?
He truly did not know the difference between life and death.
Dongye Boyu waved his hand and said, "I will follow the army and clear out the rebels. You, a mere unaffiliated cultivator, have entered the Immortal Dao with great difficulty. You must not make a mistake and go against the heavens."
Jiang Long smiled and said, "Indeed, I am from a poor background. However, in my opinion, bullying mortals as an immortal cultivator is truly going against the heavens."
Dongye Boyu looked at Jiang Long in shock and anger. He thought to himself, 'I've already said this much, yet you still want to stop me?'
As expected of a lowly commoner who entered the Immortal Dao. He did not know anything and thought that he could protect the refugees and go against other cultivators just because he had entered the Immortal Dao.
There had been cultivators like this before. However, none of them were able to create any waves. The best place for them to return to was merely a small wealthy clan. The majority of them had been annihilated by the general situation.
With a deep voice, he said, "Very well. I am your senior, so I will not bully you. You are also a cultivator. Thus, we will settle this with the methods of cultivators. "
"Whatever you know, feel free to use it. You and I will fight before the formation. Life and death will be decided by the heavens. If you are no match for me, you can retreat in defeat. I will not pursue you. "
Dongye Boyu said with his hands behind his back. He was already in the Nascent Soul stage. He did not feel that it was beneath him to shout and kill a cultivator who had just entered the Primordial Soul stage.
In his opinion, the other party did not know the heavens. After a battle, he would naturally retreat in defeat after knowing the difference between them.
"You go first," Dongye Boyu said and closed his eyes.
"Be careful …" Jiang Long said.
Dongye Boyu thought to himself, 'You're still reminding me?'
"Bang!" Suddenly, there was a gunshot.
Dongye Boyu fell from the flying sword. He quickly flew back onto the sword. However, after a series of tosses and turns, he still looked somewhat miserable.
"You!" Dongye Boyu looked at the weapon in Jiang Long's hand in shock. He thought to himself, 'Why is there no magic power fluctuation?'
There was neither magic power nor the power of the Primordial Soul to activate it. Just a slight movement of his finger caused an extremely fast bullet to shoot out.
Dongye Boyu was caught off guard and was directly knocked off the sword. Fortunately, although he seemed to be careless, he was actually paying close attention to his opponent. The instant the bullet was about to hit him, he blocked it with his magic shield.
"Mechanism … Is it a crossbow?" Dongye Boyu instantly scanned the rifle and saw that it relied on a mechanism. However, how could it be so powerful?
He did not think too much about it. Instead, because he had been tricked, he was furious. 'He really doesn't know what's good for him!' They were both cultivators. They had agreed to a battle, but he actually used a mortal's hidden weapon to launch a sneak attack.
However, in reality, this was not a sneak attack. Jiang Long had warned him, but he was secretly staring at Jiang Long's Primordial Soul and magic power. He did not pay attention to the metal lump in his hand.
Dongye Boyu's eyebrows trembled. He swung his hand, and lightning burst out from his palm. Following the guidance of his magic power, it quickly blasted onto Jiang Long's body.
Jiang Long wanted to dodge, but the electric current had locked onto him. He could not dodge at all. It was as if the electric current flowed directly into his body through an electric wire.
"Fortunately, the power is average. I'm immune to it." Jiang Long felt the electric current entering his body. It was like a clay ox entering the sea. He immediately felt relieved.
As a member of the Gamma Club, his fire resistance and electric resistance were very high. That was an absolute characteristic. This spell was also useless.
Jiang Long could sense that Dongye Bo Yu's spell had a unique type of damage other than the normal damage caused by electricity. However, that unique damage was still ignored by the special characteristic. It seemed that the special characteristic had also determined that it was within the category of 'damage caused by electricity'.
"What!" Dongye Boyu was shocked when he saw that Jiang Long was completely fine after his palm of lightning struck.
Other than trying to dodge, Jiang Long did not take any defensive measures. He was obviously an amateur. How could he be fine?
"Flying sword! Go! "Dongye Boyu felt that something was wrong. He did not plan to let him go. He immediately took out his magic treasure and flew towards Jiang Long.
Jiang Long felt a headache coming. When fighting with immortal cultivators, the opponent's attacks seemed to have a locking nature. His Primordial Soul could feel that the opponent's Primordial Soul Power was connected to his body. It was as if the opponent was aiming at him.
"Swoosh!" He hurriedly controlled the Bastet Metal to turn into armor to cover his body. With a clang, the flying sword trembled violently.
"Boom!" Jiang Long was sent flying. His head pierced into the ground, creating a huge crater.
He looked to be in a sorry state, but Dongye Boyu howled in grief. "My Jade Essence Sword!"
Flying swords made of Jade Essence were good at breaking the effects of spells. Dongye Boyu originally thought that no matter what kind of spell the opponent used to defend himself, his Jade Essence Sword would be able to break through it.
Who knew that Jiang Long did not know any of it. He used the Bastet Metal to block it. In the end, the Bastet Metal was completely fine. It did not even make a sound. However, the tip of the flying sword shattered.
"What kind of magic treasure is that!" Dongye Boyu's heart ached for his flying sword. At the same time, he stared at the black armor protecting Jiang Long's body in shock.
Previously, the black armor was just a black sword under his feet. However, at the crucial moment, it suddenly changed and covered his entire body. The material was unbelievably hard. Under the rapid impact of the flying sword, there was not even a mark on it. There was not even a tremor. It was an unbelievably strong material.
"Good, good, good! You helped the traitor and went against the will of the heavens. You even destroyed my magic treasure. Today, I will make you pay with your life! " Dongye Boyu finally used his true strength. He waved his hands, and his body emitted waves of energy. They bombarded Jiang Long like swords.
Jiang Long was pressed to the ground. He did not have any room to resist.
"Eh?" While bombarding Jiang Long, Dongye Boyu still had the time to check Jiang Long's black armor. When he saw it, he was even more shocked.
He could not tell what the material was, and his Primordial Spirit power could not penetrate it. The entire black armor did not have a single crack.
This was not the strangest thing. The strangest thing was … he realized that he could control it with his Primordial Spirit power!
"Hahahaha! Where did you get this magic treasure? It has not recognized a master yet? " Dongye Boyu was about to burst out laughing. He wanted to kill Jiang Long mainly because he had taken a fancy to this black iron magic treasure.
Who knew that this thing did not recognize a master? In the midst of battle, he could actually control it instead.
In that case, he did not hold back. He immediately controlled the black iron to change. It flew into the air and pressed down on Jiang Long.
Jiang Long was helpless. He was skilled in medicine and Bastet control, but he could not deal with an immortal cultivator.
The immortal cultivator's Primordial Spirit was the evolved form of mental energy. It could also control Bastet metal. Logically speaking, he should not use Bastet metal to fight with his opponent. Once his opponent realized that he could control it, he would be in trouble.
However, he had no other choice. His opponent's cultivation was high, and his magic treasures were powerful. If he did not hide in the black armor, he would die immediately.
Jiang Long felt his bones and muscles being crushed inch by inch. However, he did not panic because he knew that Mo Qiong had arrived.
"Bang!" A sniper bullet was shot from afar.
Dongye Boyu sneered. He thought to himself, 'It's another mortal weapon. I didn't notice it the first time. It's wishful thinking if it wants to hit me now.'
Immediately, he was surrounded by a thirty foot wall of Qi. With this wall of Qi, even if there were thousands of soldiers and horses or thousands of arrows, they would not be able to hurt him.
"Bang!" Dongye Boyu fell down again. This time, a small bullet hole appeared on his forehead.
His thirty foot wall of Qi was pierced through. It did not stop the bullet at all.
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