Chapter 505: Mo Qiong's Decisive Blow

"Ah! Grandfather!" the general exclaimed.

This time, Dongye Boyu did not stand up immediately after falling down, but fell to the ground all the time.

Fortunately, Dongye Boyu stood up again tenaciously, picked the bullet from his forehead, and looked horrified.

The sunken crater bulged back again, and a translucent golden armor vaguely emerged on his body.

That was his body armor, which would only be activated when he suffered fatal injuries and bear the damage for him.

It was usually integrated into the body, and would only suddenly emerge from the body after suffering injuries.

When monks fight, they usually rely on various means to resolve the enemy's attacks from a distance. Only when defensive spells, flying sword blocking, and qi resistance and other means cannot stop the enemy's attacks, can they only resist.

Although their bodies are stronger than mortals, any kind of attack between monks is often not something the body can withstand, so this kind of body armor integrated into the body is the last line of defense for monks to save their lives.

If a cultivator has the conditions, he will risk his life to refine or buy one or two sets. His set of Qianyuan Golden Armor was obtained from his master, and it is a superior armor.

"Fortunately, it's just a little impact damage..." Dongye Boyu checked the armor and found that it was not damaged. Although the damage of the projectile was fatal, it was not very high.

Once the spiritual energy was nourished, the armor immediately recovered as before, and it did not hurt the root.

However, it was not an attack of a mortal weapon that could alarm his life-saving golden armor? His three-meter air wall was useless. Except for crushing the projectile into shape, it did not slow it down at all.

He looked closely and saw a young man coming quickly from the refugees in the distance. He was also a cultivator who had just entered the Yuanshen period, and there was also a black sword under his feet.

"Another wild cultivator? Did they pick up the immortal's mansion?"

Dongye Boyu saw that the man also had the black iron, and felt that this group of civilian cultivators must have had a strange encounter. They achieved the Yuanshen period at a young age, and there were strange objects, and they could even resist lightning. I think they must have eaten something good.

Without saying anything, he immediately wanted to recognize the black iron as his master, but soon found that the black iron could not recognize the master!

And it was different from controlling magic weapons. It was as if as long as he paid the power of the soul, the black iron would move and change by itself.

The soul could not invade, and the magic power could not penetrate, and it was unbearable.

"No wonder they don't recognize the master, what on earth is this?"

Various strange phenomena made him a little confused, and then suddenly he felt that the soul power wrapped around the black iron was severely stimulated by someone.

"Stupid! Collide with my soul?" Dongye Boyu's soul power was pushed away, and he immediately felt that the black iron was taken away by the person who came later, and controlled it to unfold and release Jiang Long who was squeezed and fractured.

"Mo Qiong!" Jiang Long was determined, and his face did not change even if his tendons were broken and his bones were broken. The air wall lifted himself up, and he controlled the needle and thread to mend his body, and soon repaired his body.

"I'll fight him." The person who came was of course Mo Qiong. He had been communicating with Jiang Long in spirit. He found that Jiang Long was defeated from a distance, and with the help of Jiang Long's vision, he sniped first.

This shot ignored all obstacles and forced its way into Dongye Boyu's skin.

The speed did not decrease, so the damage was naturally not small, but a shot that was enough to blow up an ordinary person's head only left a crater on Dongye Boyu's forehead.

And this crater quickly disappeared, and a set of golden armor appeared on the body, and nothing happened.

"Although the cultivators' bodies are not very strong, they must have ways to make up for it." Jiang Long said.

Mo Qiong whispered: "I can see that it should be a magic weapon or something, integrated into the body to offset the damage."

"Who is coming!" Dongye Boyu couldn't figure out how the other party broke his body protection, so he naturally didn't dare to underestimate Mo Qiong.

"My name is Mo Qiong, you don't need to tell me, we don't know each other in the world of cultivation." Mo Qiong said loudly.

Dongye Boyu said in a deep voice: "Don't think that you can go against the will of heaven just because of some chance encounters. It is the will of heaven that the people die and the country is safe, just like flowers blooming and falling, harvesting in winter and storing in autumn, which is the law of nature. A small wild cultivator also dares to go against the general trend, and he doesn't know whether to live or die."

Mo Qiong rolled his eyes, thinking that the cultivators here really think that the refugees can't support themselves, and it's natural for them to die.

It is natural for a group of poor people to die every once in a while.

Admittedly, this is not wrong, but the mistake is that the interference of the cultivators hinders the trend of self-improvement of the social system, leaving the weak but majority of the poor no room for resistance.

If the people can't survive, arouse resistance, and threaten the ruling class, then the ruling class will naturally care about them, and then have the mind to find ways to let them survive, ease the contradictions, and try not to force them to rebel.

But here, the success rate of the poor people's resistance is zero, so the result is different. Even if they have a large number of people, they don't need to win over the hearts of the people, nor do they care about their lives. There is no change of dynasties, no rebellion, and the secular world becomes a stagnant pool. Without the motivation to improve society, the biggest motivation is to cultivate immortals. Having an immortal cultivator in the family is better than anything else.

In this regard, Mo Qiong was too lazy to explain and said directly: "Cultivating immortals is against the will of heaven. Do you think you are following the will of heaven? I don't believe in the will of heaven. The human heart is the will of heaven!"

"Secular affairs will naturally be solved by secular people. The immortal cultivators ask for your immortality, and you are not allowed to affect mortals in the future!"

Dongye Boyu was stunned. Mo Qiong's tone was decisive, as if he was directly deciding a rule that everyone had to abide by.

To him, it sounded so rampant.

He understood what Mo Qiong meant, that is, in the future, immortal cultivators are not allowed to get involved in worldly affairs. They have to give up their relatives and descendants. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and immortal cultivators are not allowed to interfere!

This is no longer a matter of protecting these refugees, but a matter of turning the world upside down.

"Arrogant! Who are you! How dare you set rules for the world of immortal cultivation!" Dongye Boyu was furious.

In fact, in the world of immortal cultivation, many cultivators really don't care about the secular world. They can manage or not, but what they emphasize is freedom: I manage if I want to, and I don't even look at it if I don't want to.

With this attitude, if someone suddenly wants to set rules and no one is allowed to manage, that's different. Why?

How can a wild cultivator in the Yuanshen period control the free and easy world of immortal cultivation?

Dongye Boyu's whole body was full of energy, and at the same time, he pointed to the sky, instantly creating a dark cloud and thunder.

"Boom!"

This attack was far beyond the power that the lightning-struck wood could resist. The characteristics are often like this, either completely immune or not triggered at all.

If the resistance is 100, then all electricity within 100 will be ignored, but if the attack is 101, then this feature will not be triggered at all, which is equivalent to nothing.

Mo Qiong had eaten a lightning-struck wood, but it could only resist the current of household electricity. When the sky thunder came down, the current of several hundred amperes would kill him instantly.

Not to mention the nano membrane, the voltage of this sky thunder is extremely high.

In desperation, Mo Qiong could only use the best metal to protect his body and cover him and Jiang Long.

The Gangqi and lightning were all blocked, making Dongye Boyu covet the black iron even more.

"What a good treasure..."

Dongye Boyu wanted to seize power again. He knew that this thing could not recognize the master, so the capable one could take it.

Unexpectedly, the black iron ball hit him, and he could not control it no matter how he provoked it with his soul power along the way!

"Eh? Why did he recognize the master?" He didn't believe that Mo Qiong's soul was stronger than his. He only used a little soul power to control it, but he couldn't take away the control.

This can only mean one thing, that is, this piece of black iron has recognized its master and is bound to its soul.

"Ah! It seems that it can still recognize its master! It's just very difficult!" Dongye Boyu's mind turned, thinking that Mo Qiong recognized his master, so he couldn't control it.

But there were two pieces of black iron on the scene, and he had controlled the other one before, so it definitely didn't recognize its master.

When the time comes, take it away and force him to recognize the master, then it will be his.

"I don't believe you can hide all the time!" Dongye Boyu found that the black ball was always following him, so he simply went up and pressed it with his palm.

The impact of the black ball did almost no harm to him, and when he pressed it, the black ball immediately flew backwards and rushed to the ground.

But halfway through the rush, it suddenly inexplicably offset all his strength, flew back in the opposite direction, and hit him again.

At the same time, the black ball cracked, revealing Mo Qiong inside, and a blood-colored flying sword shot out rapidly, attacking him directly.

"Puff puff puff!" Dongye Boyu's Qi protection was useless, and he was pierced by the flying sword like paper.

He was so scared that he immediately cast a defensive spell, and a triple khaki shield was formed to block the flying sword.

However, the flying sword was smashed by the thick shield, but it still moved forward tenaciously, breaking his triple spell and stabbing at his face.

At the critical moment, he waved his hand again and released a bronze bell, which covered him with a shadow.

This is one of his defensive magic weapons, and even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage who controls a flying sword can block it.

However, with a bang, the bronze bell was directly pierced through a hole, and the spiritual energy was released. At the same time, the speed of the flying sword did not decrease, and it hit his face directly.

What's even more weird is that this sword smashed itself! It's still so powerful.

"Puff!" Dongye Boyu's face was pierced, but there was no bleeding. The golden armor appeared again and took the damage for him.

The golden armor itself was not damaged. If you calculate carefully, the power is not as good as the bullet just now.

"Damn it! What kind of sword control is this?" Dongye Boyu was furious. The flying sword had low power, but it broke through his three methods of dissolving and hit his face.

Generally speaking, when cultivators fight, it is a big deal to be forced to hit the main body. If they can force the final means of life-saving, they are definitely powerful enemies.

But the power is not very good. It was not until he found that the golden armor was not damaged at all that he remembered that the guy in front of him was just a small shrimp who had just entered the Yuanshen realm.

"Weird! Too weird! There must be a way to control his sword, and his origin is extraordinary!" Dongye Boyu said secretly.

At the same time, Mo Qiong curled his lips, a little regretful.

It was not difficult for him to hit, but the power was too low. As a beginner in the Yuanshen realm, the power of his flying sword was not as good as his Black Emperor sniper rifle.

The cultivators are really powerful. The magic weapon is integrated into the body to offset the damage, just like a person has an invisible shell, or like in the game, there is a white shield blood bar outside the blood bar. Only by knocking off this white shield blood bar can the opponent's real blood volume be damaged.

This body armor is integrated into the body of the cultivator, similar to the effect of a substitute taking damage, so Mo Qiong cannot use absolute hits to ignore it.

"The gap between you and me cannot be made up by some tricks!" Dongye Boyu took advantage of the moment when the black ball cracked, and the power of the soul drove the aura into the black ball, trying to strangle Mo Qiong.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong controlled Jiang Long's black iron and blocked the aura again.

At the same time, Mo Qiong followed his soul power and rushed back into his Niwan Palace!

This is a mind attack. Only the soul can hurt the Niwan Palace. The competition here is about whose soul realm is higher.

There is no doubt that Dongye Boyu crushed Mo Qiong. Seeing that he wanted to fight with him, he was so angry that he laughed!

"Stupid wild cultivator, you don't know what you are talking about!" Dongye Boyu said coldly.

For cultivators of the same level, the party that actively attacks the Niwan Palace will hurt one or two hundred enemies and one thousand of itself unless there is a special mind attack method.

What's more, he is already a Nascent Soul, which is stronger than the opponent. Mo Qiong's power of the soul will be sent as much as it comes in.

But Mo Qiong didn't care about the erosion of the power of the soul at all, and rushed towards the Nascent Soul in his Niwan Palace frantically.

It is difficult to recuperate the soul. This collision will take him a long time to recuperate, let alone Mo Qiong's little soul, which may not be able to recover for several years!

"What a madman! Have you tried your best?" Dongye Boyu's Yuanying sat firmly in the Niwan Palace, thinking that Mo Qiong was quite courageous. He wanted to hurt himself before dying. He had the spirit of a pariah who would fight to the death to tear off a layer of the enemy's skin.

"Boom!" The souls collided, and Mo Qiong's face was as pale as gold paper, and his soul was sluggish.

On the other hand, Dongye Boyu's Yuanying was just shaken suddenly.

Dongye Boyu was about to kill Mo Qiong, but was suddenly shocked to find that he had lost control of his soul.

"What?"

In an instant, a clear light flashed from his eyebrows and rushed straight into the sky!

Dongye Boyu didn't react to what happened for a while, and his consciousness circled twice in the Niwan Palace until his body and the uncontrolled flying sword fell from the sky together, and he felt like a mortal.

He was extremely shocked and roared hysterically.

"Where is my Yuanying?"

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P.S.: Sorry.