Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 1933 The West Mountain Hunting
"This senior, I'm afraid he has the terrifying cultivation of the Great Emperor!" Mu Zhiqiu smacked his lips and said with emotion.

After stepping into the northern border battlefield, Mu Zhiqiu deeply felt that the ghost race and the human race are already incompatible.

During this time, Mu Zhiqiu kept seeing fellow human beings die tragically under the iron hooves of the ghost clan.

Sometimes, Mu Zhiqiu has the strength to save the compatriots of the human race, but sometimes, even he is powerless and can only watch the compatriots being slaughtered.

"If it wasn't for the master of the Dao Palace who forced me to go to the northern border battlefield, I'm afraid I would never know that there are such cruel things happening in this world."

"I think back then, the old man fought for a piece of land in Dazhutian. Now it seems that it is a waste of life."

"Only on this battlefield can I find the meaning of my life!"

Looking up at the dark sky in the north, Mu Zhiqiu sighed and said.

……

At this time, Jiang Mo had penetrated deep into the hinterland of the ghost clan.

He activated the "Sacred Book of the Nether", and the high-level ghost aura released by him allowed him to successfully deceive many soldiers patrolling the ghost clan.

"Shan Yao."

Jiang Mo read the name, and after he was about to search the inside, he finally found some clues.

"Young Master Yao, your bravery, looking at the entire Saint Race, can't find a few strong men who can compare with you!"

"It's less than an hour, these prey in Xishan are about to be killed by you!"

"In my opinion, the position of the young patriarch in the future must be Young Master Yao!"

Flattering voices came to Jiang Mo's ears.

"This Mr. Yao may be that Shan Yao." Jiang Mo whispered, and then quietly approached.

"Hahahaha, that's natural, I'm a direct blood descendant of the patriarch."

"In terms of strength and courage, who can compare with me among the younger generation of the holy clan?" Shan Yao was wearing a white robe with a long knife hanging from his waist.

However, the long knife was still stained with blood, dripping down.

This is the blood of the 'prey'. In the eyes of the ghosts, the human monks are the prey for their fun.

After a great battle, those captured human monks are often not killed, but raised like livestock.

When the high-level ghosts wanted to have fun, they put these human monks in the Xishan hunting ground for them to have fun.

"There are more than 100 prey left. Within half an hour, I will be able to kill them all."

Shan Yao yelled and rushed into the depths of the hunting ground.

At this moment, a ghost clan quietly followed.

"Which tribe do you belong to? Mr. Yao is hunting, and you dare to disturb his pleasure, don't you want to live?" A violent shout came over.

Hearing this, the figure of the ghost clan paused slightly.

Immediately he said: "In the depths of the hunting ground, there are often some ghosts and monsters. I will follow Mr. Yao to prevent any accidents. Of course, I will never disturb him."

After hearing this, Shan Yao's followers also nodded, and said: "Alright, if there is any emergency, you must come back and report immediately."

"If something happens to Mr. Yao, I will ask you!"

The ghost clan nodded, and then followed Shan Yao's pace with a flash.

At this time, in the depths of the Xishan hunting ground, there were still more than 100 human monks hiding in various places, their bodies trembling unceasingly.

Originally, they were all brave fighters on the battlefield.

However, after being captured by the ghost clan, these fighters were abolished in their cultivation bases, and they were ravaged by the ghost clan every day. Now when they saw the ghost clan, they felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"A group of cowards, dare to fight against my saints? They are asking for their own death!"

"After our holy race defeats all the strong human race and occupies the great heavens, you cowards will all become slaves of my holy race."

Shan Yao snorted coldly. He took out the crossbow on his back, bent the bow and set an arrow, and aimed at a trembling human monk.

Originally, with Emperor Shan Yao's peak cultivation base, it was a breeze to kill a human monk whose cultivation base had been abolished.

However, Shan Yao prefers to hunt human monks in this most primitive way, like hunting livestock.

In this way, he can feel the greatest pleasure.

"Hahaha, humble ants, go to hell!"

Whoosh!
When Shan Yao's voice fell, a sharp arrow pierced through the air with a whoosh.

With the power carried by this arrow, if it hits that human cultivator, his body will explode into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..." In the eyes of the famous human monk, there was a strong desire to survive.

The rest of the human monks hiding in other places watched this scene in fear, because they knew that such an end would soon fall on them.

It's just a matter of time.

However, just when the arrow was about to hit the famous human cultivator, suddenly, the arrow stopped in midair strangely, as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand out of thin air.

"Huh? What's going on?" Shan Yao raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

This is the first time he has encountered such a situation.

The human monk also had his eyes widened and his heart was pounding.

"This guy, does he still have Yuanli?" Shan Yao squinted his eyes, and then he bent his bow and set his arrows again, shooting more than a dozen arrows in a row.

Those arrows superimposed together, the sound is extremely terrifying, even the air seems to be torn apart.

However, what happened next was still unexpected.

The dozen or so arrows formed a circle around the famous human monk, just suspended in the air, unable to advance forward at all.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

Shan Yao yelled angrily, then straightened his body, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and slashed down on the famous human monk fiercely.

However, just as the knife was about to fall, two fingers stretched out lightly, gripping the long knife tightly.

"It seems that Mr. Yao is very angry now!"

A cold voice came into Shan Yao's ears.

"who are you?"

"You dare to stop me, are you impatient?" Shan Yao snorted coldly.

At this moment, his aura of the peak of Emperor Wu burst out unreservedly.

At the same time, a black-clothed and white-haired figure gradually appeared in front of Shan Yao.

This figure was obviously Jiang Mo.

Shan Yao stared at Jiang Mo. From Jiang Mo's body, he felt both the breath of the human race and the breath of the ghost race.

For a while, Shan Yao was also puzzled.

"It doesn't matter who I am. You just need to know that from now on, I will replace you and enter the ancestor's tomb!"

When Jiang Mo's faint voice came, Shan Yao's body trembled suddenly...

(End of this chapter)