Chapter 289 Since someone has to stand up, why can't it be me?

The old man eating noodles in the distance suddenly fell silent and silently shrank back into the crowd.

Although this child is kind-hearted and simple-minded, he is somewhat

Well.

Forget it, after all, the child also means well, and it is inappropriate to insult someone behind their back.

If this method really worked, the Immortal Dao Alliance would have already established a large-scale formation to gather mortals.

This is much more cost-effective than using the teleportation array to migrate inland one by one.

Just when the old man was speechless, Duan Chaolong was already furious. He hit Liu Erniu twice on the head, and his eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

"Are you really going to piss me off to death?"

"Without our sect's ancestral spiritual vein and the methods passed down by our ancestors, we two would have been devoured by the black fog like those Yuanying Zhenjuns long ago!"

"You're the only one who wants to save people!?"

"Do you have that ability?"

"You are so stupid!"

“How stupid!!!”

"Why did I accept a fool like you? Idiot!"

At this moment, Duan Chaolong, who had been fleeing in fear for two days and two nights, finally broke through.

On ordinary days, it would be fine for a silly disciple like me to show some kindness. At most, I would work harder. It would be nice to be willing to help others and make good friends.

Don’t you see what time it is now? Why are you still acting crazy here?!

Don’t you think you’re not dying fast enough?

I took you to escape from Tianji City to the south, and then took you all the way back from the Antarctic Islands. Is it that easy for me?

Now you're putting this on me?

The old man who had been chatting with Liu Erniu earlier couldn't bear to watch and couldn't help but say, "Young man, follow your master. You are a cultivator with immortality, and your life has just begun. Why bother with us old guys who are half buried in the ground?"

"Yes, little immortal master, go with your master. You can't save us."

"We've had enough good times. I've had a very comfortable life in the past six months, haha."

"No need to worry, kid, just go."

“.”

The other old men and women who were watching the fun also gave the same advice.

"The dragons of the spiritual veins can resist the erosion of the black fog, but now the spiritual veins on the edge of the cultivation world are gone. Doesn't this mean that these mortals have been abandoned? Master, we have the ability to save them!"

Liu Erniu was still as stubborn as before. Even after being severely punished, he still did not relax and looked at his furious master in front of him with burning eyes.

"You yourself said that no one else in the world of immortal cultivation has the ability to move spiritual veins. Only our Mutu Temple and the dragons in the sea have this ability. So why can't it be the Dragon Emperor who moved these spiritual veins?"

"You fool, I'll beat you to death, you traitor!"

Duan Chaolong, who was furious, used his spiritual power to kick out. In his rage, he kicked Liu Erniu five or six meters away.

"I know that spiritual veins can resist black fog, how could the Dragon Emperor not know? Why do you think the two of us are standing here now? It's because all the great cultivators in the world are fighting against the true demons in the far north, so we can escape with a shred of our lives! You think you are the only one who is smart, right?"

"Master, Master, please don't be angry. Please don't be angry. Let me persuade this young master."

The old man in brocade robe came forward with a wry smile, and with a few words he temporarily calmed down the anxious and angry Duan Chaolong. He turned to look at Liu Erniu who was slowly getting up from the ground and helped him up.

"Young man, from what I understand, our world is like a large ship sailing on the sea. The bottom of the ship is leaking. To keep it from sinking, we need to remove wood from other places to patch it up."

"There's an old saying in our mortal world: If you save the land but lose the people, both the land and the people will be lost. If you save the people but lose the land, both the land and the people will be saved! This spiritual vein is like 'land'; it can be used as a depth to strategically give up."

"If the Dragon Emperor you mentioned hadn't drawn spiritual veins from other, currently unimportant locations to eliminate the source, how could our world possibly survive? If he had abandoned us, why would the imperial court and the Immortal Dao Alliance have expended so much effort to relocate us?"

The old man's words completely stunned Liu Erniu.

The stubbornness in his eyes turned into confusion, and the determination on his face turned into helplessness.

He tightly grasped the magic sword in his hand and muttered, "I just want to do what I can. I just want everyone to survive."

The old man patted his shoulder and said, "According to your master, the Dragon Emperor you mentioned is currently leading all cultivators in the Far North to fight against the True Demon invasion. He is in need of support and supplies."

"If you truly have a heart to save the world, why not go to the Far North and lend a hand? Every additional person brings a greater hope of victory. If you can snuff out the source before the black fog arrives, the countless old men like us on the edge of this world will be grateful to you!"

"If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world."

"To help fellow villagers in need, to help one person who is drowning, hahahaha."

"you!"

Duan Chaolong's eyes were bloodshot and he drew his sword to kill the old man.

Damn, this old guy has bad intentions!

How dare you destroy my disciple's religious aspirations!

But it was too late to be furious now. Liu Erniu's confused eyes became brighter and brighter, as if there was light.

Almost in an instant, the countless spiritual powers deposited in his body were aroused by this enlightened thought. In an instant, he broke through the four realms, and the spiritual pressure all over his body soared, and he entered the great perfection of Qi Refining on the spot!

Duan Chaolong was stunned by what was happening in front of him.

He could feel that his silly disciple had definitely not practiced any magic skills, and everything happened so naturally.

After this transformation, the path to foundation building has been opened to him without reservation.

With such a clear and exquisite state of mind, even achieving the Golden Elixir is not impossible!

Damn it.

Duan Chaolong was so numb that he really wanted to curse.

It is worthy of being a gift from the Dragon Emperor, it is really awesome.

Even the legendary ability to change fate and allow even the worst spiritual roots to ascend to heaven overnight can be achieved!

But what's the use!

If you go to the meat grinder-like battlefield in the Far North, let alone achieving the Golden Elixir, you can't even say whether you can live to see tomorrow's sunrise!

Liu Erniu suddenly seemed to wise up and bowed deeply to the old man. "Old man, may I ask if there is a teleportation array nearby?"

The old man chuckled and said, "Go northwest for twenty miles. There's a teleportation array outside Daze City. It was built by the Immortal Dao Alliance specifically for the evacuation of mortals. But as to whether it can be used, I'm not sure."

"Thank you very much!"

Liu Erniu thanked him sincerely, then knelt down towards Duan Chaolong and performed the ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows.

"Master, I don't want to run away anymore. I want to go to the Far North. You once said that in life, a true man should do what he should do and what he shouldn't do."

"I want to go to the Far North and contribute to the world of immortal cultivation and the people here, and repay His Majesty the Dragon Emperor for changing my life."

"Even if I die in battle, I will have no regrets."

"Get out! Get out of here right now! Forget about you being fucking dead! I should have saved you from the dead back then!"

Duan Chaolong, who was already furious to the extreme, cursed angrily, then left without looking back with his flying sword, flying straight to the northwest, and soon disappeared.

Liu Erniu just watched his master leave and quietly wiped away a tear.

After saying goodbye to the old people in the town, he took the food and clothes given by the old people and ran towards the teleportation array without hesitation.

Duan Chaolong had expressed his judgment when he was on the flying sword before.

The failure of the teleportation array on the Antarctic Islands is most likely not because the Xiandao Alliance unilaterally cut off the teleportation channel. That would be time-consuming and labor-intensive, and would not be worth the effort.

The more likely possibility is that the black fog descended, interfering with the normal operation of the teleportation array.

This is why they were unable to leave via teleportation.

Now, this area is still at least one day away from being invaded by the black fog. The teleportation array may still be able to operate. This will save a lot of trouble, and we should be able to reach the Far North to participate in the battle!

Thinking this, Liu Erniu ran wildly along the Guandao Road towards the teleportation array.

It was only twenty miles. With his current level of Qi Refining Great Perfection, he wouldn't be too slow even if he ran with his physical fitness. He soon saw Daze City standing not far away.

The teleportation array outside the city was filled with a light green spiritual halo, which made Liu Erniu feel excited.

Very good!

The teleportation array is still usable!

And no one took away the spiritual stones on it!

Liu Erniu, extremely surprised, immediately stepped into the teleportation array and activated it clumsily.

Following a dizzy feeling, he soon appeared in another teleportation array.

Fortunately, there are still spirit stones left in this teleportation array.

He jumped three times in succession and finally arrived at a teleportation transfer station set up before the war.

There is also a deacon from the Immortal Dao League staying here.

The other party didn't seem surprised to see him, and just asked where he was going.

When he heard that Liu Erniu was going to the Far North to support the battlefield, a warm smile suddenly appeared on his face, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Accompanied by the familiar dizziness, after a while of spinning, Liu Erniu appeared again in the new transmission transfer station.

This time, before he could stand firm, a figure suddenly attacked and kicked him out.

Before he could see who it was, he was scolded.

"Traitor! Traitor! You're not going to stop until you've pissed me off to death! You're not going to be happy until you've severed the lineage of my Mutu Temple!"

"What sins did I commit in my past life? I spent the first half of my life being kind to everyone, and now in my old age I have to deal with a loser like you!"

"You think you've become so powerful now that you've reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining? How come I didn't know you were so determined and courageous before? That timid and cowardly look you had before was just an act, right?"

Hearing the familiar cursing, Liu Erniu, who was slumped on the ground, finally saw who was coming.

If it’s not my own master, then who could it be?

Seeing the other person's expression, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This route is a special transmission route that can only be taken when heading to the battlefield in the Far North. If you just want to escape, you cannot come here.

When Duan Chaolong stood here, it already explained a lot.

Seeing his silly apprentice like this, Duan Chaolong, who was already angry, suddenly became even more furious and gave him a few more big slaps on the neck.

"What are you laughing at! Traitor!"

"You dare go to the battlefield with nothing but a magic-breaking sword, two first-level talismans, and a bottle of Qi-recovering pills? I really don't know what's in your head! Is it filled with discarded spirit stones?"

Duan Chaolong dragged Liu Erniu onto the teleportation array while cursing, and stuffed a new storage bag into his arms.

"Hurry up and put on your robes, go over the talismans and pills, and then sacrifice that damn defensive magic weapon for me! Otherwise, even if you die in front of me, don't even think about going to the battlefield!"

Seeing that the several cultivators who had just been teleported in from all around and the deacon of the Immortal Dao League were all smiling, Duan Chaolong felt the anger right in his head.

Bullshit about being kind to others. I have endured it for so many years, and now it’s time to endure it!

"You're all just laughing at me! Teleport here quickly! You're courting death!"

"At your service, my hero, whose words speak ill of him and his deeds speak truth."

The deacon of the Immortal Dao League laughed heartily and activated the teleportation array. Even the gloom was dispelled by this touch of joy.

This is the eighth batch today.

This world is hopeless!

In the far north, Lu Wenwu and others were once again forced to retreat to the first line of defense.

Even if the ten strongest people in the world work together, it is not impossible to conquer the world.

But facing the huge tide of fission organisms controlled by the True Demon Queen, several people really felt a trace of despair.

In the immortal cultivation system, especially at the level of Spirit Transformation, the gap between each small level is enormous.

Of course, low-level monks are nothing compared to high-level monks.

Unless they are extraordinary geniuses, no matter how many there are, they cannot pose a threat to high-level cultivators.

But we have to admit that this will seriously slow down the pace of progress.

Not to mention the vast tide of fission organisms.

Even if a large group of fearless domestic pigs rushed towards you, it would take some effort for you to get rid of them all, right?

What makes people feel even more desperate is that those late-stage Spirit Transformation Split Organisms are indeed not a match for a few people when fighting alone.

The people who make up the commando team are the best in the world, and anyone of them may take the final step at any time and try to overcome the tribulation and ascend to heaven.

But ants can kill elephants, and the split-body in the late stage of the transformation of the spirit can undoubtedly cause harm to them, and serious harm!

Faced with enemies that were ten times more numerous than himself, Lu Wenwu was unable to break through the layers of defense, let alone behead the True Demon Queen.

After taking a short breath and adjusting his breathing, Saint Hengru cast a recovery spell on himself.

Then he forcefully picked up the jade brush and splashed ink, setting up a temporary barrier, and his vast spiritual consciousness swept across the entire battlefield.

"The situation is extremely grim. Our men are being killed in large numbers, and the number of schizonts is increasing. If we don't find a way to break the deadlock, we will undoubtedly lose this battle."

"Then what do you say we should do? There are no more people!"

The Blood River Demon Lord was breathing heavily, and the sound was like an old bellows.

"Unless we mobilize all the incarnation masters and all the monks wearing life armor to form a death squad, but if we do that, the second line of defense will collapse incredibly quickly, and we will lose all our margin for error!"

"If we fail, the entire world of cultivation will be finished!"

"No more chances!"

(End of this chapter)