Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 657 Who Dare To Touch My Disciple?

Jiang Mo squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the big yellow cat. The moment the invisible wave diffused out, Jiang Mo felt a powerful wave of spiritual thoughts spread out, which was faintly above his own spiritual power.

It's just that the power of that divine sense is a little weak, like a drowning person, who may be submerged at any time.

The big yellow cat touched the ground with its four paws, and its obese body trembled slightly. After ten breaths, the invisible wave swept back again and entered the sky cap of the big yellow cat.

At this moment, the lines under its feet completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"How is it? Have you found that place of great fortune?" Jiang Mo asked.

"Yeah!" The big yellow cat nodded, looking into the distance with a slightly melancholy look, "However, that place of good fortune is deep in this battlefield. I feel a few breaths in it." , even stronger than you!"

"Are you sure you want to go?" the big yellow cat rolled its blue eyes and said quietly.

"Go, why don't you go? Since you said that there is a place that can bring me great fortune, why not go?" Jiang Mo smiled.

"Hey, I plan to find a powerful thug to catch some fresh blood for me. If you insist on going, I will naturally have to follow, and I must not let you stay there!" Big Huang said the cat with a sigh.

Although its strength has dropped countless times, whether it is experience or superior perception, even Jiang Mo from the previous life may not be able to catch up with it!
"If I can really achieve the great fortune you said, I will keep my promise and catch fresh blood for you!"

Jiang Mo touched the big yellow cat's head with a smile, but it caused the latter to scream strangely. This head has only been touched by a super strong person at the level of the fairy king. A little Martial Emperor, what is it to touch?

After leaving the cave, the big yellow cat was too lazy to walk, and lay on Jiang Mo's shoulder to guide Jiang Mo.

Although this fat cat looks big, it actually weighs less than twenty catties, which is not a difficult weight for Jiang Mo.

After traveling a hundred miles, the air became hotter, and the scorching sun in the sky scorched the desert, causing the air to be scorched, creating a distorted feeling.

Along the way, Jiang Mo saw no less than ten fights, but no one took the initiative to provoke Jiang Mo.

Gradually deepening into the battlefield, you can feel the soaring murderous aura even more, as if it is real, making the legs and feet of those who are weaker tremble!

"Run! These monster races are all demons, a hundred times more ferocious than wild beasts!" A guy with a fair face like a scholar, with oil on his feet, ran faster than anyone else. He said to himself: "Damn it, I haven't taken a wife yet, so I can't be killed by these demons."

"Also, the suzerain may promise me that as long as the sect can be rebuilt in the future, I will take full responsibility for the finances of the sect. If you think about it, you will know that it is a very rich job, hehe..."

That white-faced scholar-like guy was thinking of good things while running away, and was almost pierced by a long spear thrown by a monster clan with all his strength.

"Wang Wentao, stop nagging like your sissy, and run away quickly. When that demon king comes, none of us will be able to escape!"

The guy with the appearance of a white-faced scholar is Wang Wentao. Not far in front of him, there is a young man with a stern face, who is the top ten disciple of the inner sect of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, He Yandong!
After such a long period of tempering, although the strength of the two has not reached the Martial Emperor Realm, it can be said that the difference is not far behind.

However, those monster races behind them are chasing after them, and they have been chasing for three hours!

Although the strength of the dozen or so monsters with rock skin was not as strong as Wang Wentao and He Yandong individually, they cooperated with each other very tacitly. Not to mention being able to defeat Wang Wentao and them, it would definitely not be a problem to entangle them.

Once Wang Wentao and the others are entangled, they will never be able to escape when the monster clan's reinforcements arrive!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the special long spear made by the Yaozu carried a fiery fireball. While fleeing desperately, Wang Wentao's clothes had been burned by the fireball, and his back, which was whiter and tenderer than girls, was also scorched black. Mark of.

"You son of a bitch, if this is on my site in the Dongxuan Realm, you will all have to be ripped off!"

The back was hit by the fireball again, and Wang Wentao immediately grinned in pain and cursed.

However, before Wang Wentao could finish cursing, a shadow suddenly fell on his head, making the forward figures of him and He Yandong freeze immediately.

"What's going on?" Wang Wentao looked up in surprise, only to see a person in a blood-colored robe in the sky, with skin as pale as a ghost, falling far away towards the two of them.

"A strong man at the demon king level! Sure enough, he has come after him. It seems that today is doomed!" He Yandong frowned, and a flash of deep worry flashed across his face.

Boom!
The demon king's feet hit the ground heavily, making a rumbling sound, the ground trembled, and yellow sand flew up.

"I have seen Lord Blood Demon King!"

After seeing the person coming, the Yaozu who was chasing behind Wang Wentao and the two immediately bent down and knelt down, kowtowed and said.

The tall blood demon king ignored the kowtowing demon clan, but looked at Wang Wentao and He Yandong coldly, and said, "I can't see that there are such stubborn people as you among the human monks!"

He Yandong gritted his teeth, and without too much nonsense, he directly handed out a sword to the blood demon king. Although he was not his opponent, it is not the style of Shengwu Jianzong to sit and wait for death!
clang!
That sword was so fast that even the air was torn apart, making a piercing sound of piercing the wind.

However, the Blood Demon King was even faster, he stretched out his two fingers at will, and clamped the sword, and then, he exerted a little force with his two fingers, only to hear a bang, the long sword that reached the seventh-order real weapon, All of a sudden, it fell apart and shattered!
The strength of the blood demon king came along the broken sword, and He Yandong Beng flew out directly, and fell heavily into the sandpit.

Seeing this scene, Wang Wentao raised his head to the sky and sighed, and cried, "Sect Master, I'm sorry! Wang Wentao will live up to your expectations. This Shura battlefield is too cruel. Wang Wentao only wishes to be a disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect in his next life." !"

Wang Wentao looked like he was sacrificing his life for righteousness. Even He Yandong, the Nine Star Martial King, was blown away by a blow. Wang Wentao also knew that today was the leader of the catastrophe!
"Hehe, who said you're going to live up to my expectations. With me here, a demon king here can't touch my disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect!"

A gentle laugh came from behind Wang Wentao, and it was Jiang Mo who had just arrived.

(End of this chapter)