Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 599 Rescue
"Manjiyu, Bai Youyou? Could it be that the sect has reached this point?" Jiang Mo couldn't help muttering to himself while holding the blood-red sect edict in his left hand.

Only a few days after entering the Holy Martial Sword Sect, Jiang Mo received two edicts from the sect one after another, indicating that the situation has reached a very serious point.

"Take it as an experience!"

Jiang Mo put the sect's edict into Zichen's space, and immediately moved towards the outer sect.

Along the way, he saw many disciples and elders rushing out in a hurry, presumably they had received the mission of going out.

Jiang Mo confiscated a fifth-order desolate beast in the sect, and the disciple who originally guarded the desolate beast was a little unhappy.

But when Jiang Mo took out the blood-red sect edict, the disciple immediately picked him the most powerful fifth-order flying desolate beast.

Zongmen's edicts are also graded. For example, Jiang Mo's blood-red edicts are issued less than a hundred times a year. If the sect's urgent matters are delayed, the disciples who guard the wild beasts will not be able to bear the responsibility.

Jue~~~
This huge flying desolate beast, which was as big as an eagle, screamed, and between the flapping of its wings, it caused a strong wind and soared into the sky.

Although the Chilian Snake can also fly, it's just that its size is too large. If you ride such a huge snake-like desolate beast, it will undoubtedly be too eye-catching.

On the sect's edict, there were more than a dozen blue spots of light, guiding Jiang Mo's direction.

The dots of light in the edict were left by the disciples who went to perform the mission. Once the dots of light dimmed or went out, it meant that someone was seriously injured or even died.

Jiang Mo now saw that two or three light spots on the edict were flashing sharply and beating non-stop!
Thinking of this, he let out a whistle, and the speed of the flying desolate beast under his feet suddenly increased a little, and it flew across the sky like a stream of light.

Under his haste, he arrived at Namanji Island in less than half a day.

Manji Island is located on a vast ocean. The aborigines on the island were originally affiliated with the Holy Martial Sword Sect. Every year, they hand in many rare delicacies and treasures in the deep sea.

However, just half a month ago, a disciple in charge of Manji Islet was killed by the natives here. When the law enforcement officers of the Holy Martial Sword Sect came to suppress them, the natives immediately launched a rebellion.

The flying desolate beast screamed, and immediately landed on Manji Island.

But at the moment of landing, countless arrows rained into the sky, shooting at Jiang Mo and the flying wild beast.

The eagle-like flying desolate beast, the winged cave, and the violent airflow all blow down the rain of arrows, making it impossible to get close.

"These aborigines are so weak in fighting power, how dare they launch a rebellion? How is that possible?" Looking at the rain of arrows falling one after another, Jiang Mo couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Sure enough, after discovering that the rain of arrows was useless, the aborigines withdrew their bows and crossbows one after another, took out their homemade iron swords and spears, and stepped back while staring at Jiang Mo cautiously.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly. These guys are the strongest, they haven't even reached the Martial King Realm, and they dare to imitate others and launch a rebellion.

Is it true that Shengwu Jianzong is a vegetarian, good man and faithful woman?

Without any nonsense, Jiang Mo waved his sleeve robe, and a gust of fierce wind hit, those aboriginals with black-faced faces who didn't know what kind of pattern was drawn, were thrown away with howls, and those iron swords and spears were scattered all over the ground , making a tinkling sound.

"Ah--"

"Ulla—"

These natives gestured with their hands, and Wulawala said a lot, but Jiang Mo couldn't understand, and he didn't bother to listen carefully.

But when he was about to lose patience, he heard normal language.

Following the place where the voice came from, Jiang Mo looked over, and there was indeed a group of people quarreling, even fiercely fighting, in the place hidden by the lush forest.

"Ula-wa--"

Those natives still wanted to stop Jiang Mo, but the latter's face turned cold immediately, and he chopped off the sole of his foot on the ground. In an instant, a huge crack was opened on the ground, which was three feet thick and more than ten feet long.

Seeing this horrifying scene, the natives thought it was the mountain god who was angry, and they didn't dare to continue to block Jiang Mo, so they fled away one after another.

"These guys, you really can't stop them without some tricks!" Jiang Mo secretly smiled, and then walked quickly in the direction the voice came from.

Getting closer, Jiang Mo could clearly hear the angry voices in the woods.

"You Tianming Pavilion are so brave! You even dare to frame me, the Holy Martial Sword Sect!"

"Hey, the Holy Martial Sword Sect is a fart. When our ancestor Tianming leaves the customs, the entire Holy Martial Sword Sect will be reduced to a prisoner."

"All these years, you Holy Martial Sword Sect has occupied that treasure, and now you should spit it out. Today's matter is considered interest!"

"Bastard, put down the body of Senior Brother Zhang He, or I will fight you hard!"

Jiang Mo looked at this scene from a distance, and found that a group of people were wearing the special robes made by Shengwu Jianzong.

"Hey, desperate? You have to have the qualifications! This Manji Island is our people, not to mention you, even Bai Youyou, a disciple of the inner sect, can't escape from this island!" A senior He is very fat, but extremely short guy, said with a smile.

This short and fat guy is the disciple who is in charge of Tianming Pavilion this time, and his cultivation level has reached the level of a one-star Martial Emperor. Several foreign sect disciples were much stronger.

"Let's fight together, we must not let Senior Brother Zhang He's body fall into the hands of these bastards in Tianming Pavilion!"

A leading disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect shouted angrily.

Immediately, the two groups of people fought fiercely together. The short and fat man held a half-moon-shaped sharp blade in both hands, and every time he made a move, he was extremely powerful.

In just one stick of incense, the leading disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect was injured by him.

The faces of all the disciples of the Saint Martial Sword Sect were pale. Only then did they understand why the originally honest native residents of Manji Islet launched a riot.

It turned out that there was a huge monster like Tianming Pavilion stirring up the water behind it!
"boom!"

The short and fat man kicked him on the ground, and the half-moon-shaped sharp blade landed on the neck of the leading disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, and asked coldly: "You are crazy! Don't say it is Zhang He's body, even your own body I can't keep it!"

"Really?" Just when the short and fat man was about to kill him, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

The short and fat man turned around suddenly and looked at Jiang Mo in horror.

How Jiang Mo appeared behind him and silently killed several of his subordinates, the short and fat man had no idea.

"My disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, how can you be qualified to move?"

(End of this chapter)