Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 660 Trouble
"The Great Ceremony of the Demon Race looks very interesting!" The big yellow cat tilted its head, its blue eyes rolled, and then said slowly: "If the fairy's expectations are correct, then the Great Ceremony of the Demon Race will be held soon." It is the place where you can encounter great fortune!"

Hearing this, Jiang Mo's body was slightly shocked. If the great fortune that the yellow cat said, it was really amazing in the sacrifice ceremony of the monster clan!
"Then do you have the confidence to help me win this fortune?" Jiang Mo spread his hands and said with a slight smile.

"Hey, your kid's thinking is quite beautiful. It's not so easy to want this fairy to make a move!" The big yellow cat was unmoved, and walked forward shaking its head.

"I estimate that during the sacrificial ceremony, there will be many real strong men from the Yaozu. If something happens to me, your desire to hunt fresh blood will probably come to naught." Jiang Mo shrugged and said indifferently. Said.

"You boy, don't provoke me. This immortal will find a way to help you win that good fortune, but you still need to do the desperate thing! This immortal finally got out of No.20 Eighth Heaven's Immortal King's Cave If you escape, you don’t want to leave your precious life in this wretched place again!”

The voice of the big yellow cat is very much like an old and mature monster. It doesn't look like a half cat.

Jiang Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and hurried to follow.

The closer you get to the depths of the Asura Battlefield, the more you can feel the scope of a chill. That thick murderous aura seems to condense into a mist, covering the sky above the Asura Battlefield, and cannot dissipate for a long time.

This is the frightening part of the Shura battlefield. In its depths, it is said that the blood of countless monks and monster clans is enough to drive a normal human monk crazy and possessed!
"Be careful, it's not easy here." The big yellow cat paused, turned its head and said to Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo pursed his lips. The murderous aura here was indeed strong, but it was not because someone was ambushing them, but because of the natural environment of the Shura battlefield.

On the side of the road, you can see dense bones, which have been buried by the wind and sand, half exposed on the yellow sand, looking extremely desolate.

No one knows, maybe any of the bones here, if put to the outside world, used to be a powerful monk with a great reputation, but in this Shura battlefield, there are always countless possibilities.

Maybe you just got a volume of peerless cheats today, but the next day, you may be decapitated.

Jiang Mo also saw that there was a huge desolate beast skeleton standing on the yellow sand. Even after years of baptism, he could still see the majesty of this desolate beast back then.

If you walk closer, you can even hear the roar from a very long time from the skeleton of the wild beast. Even with the passage of time, the animal nature in its bones has not been erased.

In the process of trekking from the middle of the Shura battlefield to the depths, Jiang Mo experienced fewer and fewer battles, but the power of each battle far exceeded the sum of the previous ten battles!

There was a human cultivator who had reached the eight-star Martial Emperor, and three monster races fought fiercely. The aftermath of that battle had spread hundreds of miles away, but no one had intervened.

Whether it is a monk of the human race or a strong man of the monster race, there are more tyrannical existences, and it is impossible to intervene in low-level battles.

Unless there is a bloodline child of one of the top powerhouses who is in danger of life and death, will there be a real high-level battle!

However, fierce battles of that level can only be encountered once every few years, and Jiang Mo obviously never encountered them.

After encountering several terrifying battles, Jiang Mo learned to hide his aura and try not to attract the attention of others. Whether it is a monk of the human race or a strong monster of the monster race, those who can move in the depths of the Shura battlefield are obviously not weak .

However, no matter how careful Jiang Mo was, he couldn't avoid some unavoidable troubles.

Jiang Mo frowned when a demon king whose strength reached the Seven Star Martial Emperor appeared in front of him with a group of subordinates. If he fought fiercely here, he might attract the attention of other demon clans.

And Jiang Mo didn't want to make extra trouble.

"To hold that guy's attention, how does it feel for Ben Xian to try a sneak attack!"

The big yellow cat communicated with Jiang Mo with his spiritual thoughts.

Jiang Mo nodded secretly, but remained silent.

"Boy, stop!"

The demon king in a white robe was holding a long spear, and sitting under him was a snow-white desolate beast with an extremely proud expression.

"What do you dare to ask?" Jiang Mo clasped his fists and said.

Although the demon king had an arrogant demeanor, the demon clan behind him all had calm breaths, and they didn't look like weak hands!
"In the past two days, our monster clan is holding a sacrificial ceremony. It has nothing to do with people, so let's take a detour!"

The white-robed demon king swung his spear, piercing the air, leaving a huge bunker.

If the adults from the Yaozu hadn't told him not to do anything in the past two days, the white-robed demon king had already attacked Jiang Mo.

"Do you want to take a detour?" Jiang Mo stretched out his white palm and stroked his forehead lightly, with a look of reluctance on his face.

At this moment, the yellow streamer suddenly rushed out, even faster than lightning.

Jiang Mo's expression froze, and when the yellow streamer flashed back, a line of blood had already appeared on the neck of the white-robed demon king.

The demon king's defensive power is extremely strong, and the claw of the big yellow cat is not enough to kill him, so Jiang Mo drew out the ancient sword of Heavenly Punishment lightning-fast, and ejected out with the steps of ghost shadow fascination and the wings of Yuanli on his back. The speed is already extremely fast!
After the white-robed demon king was attacked by the yellow cat, his subconscious reaction was to touch his neck, but he didn't know that his subconscious action cost him his life!

Jiang Mo activated the third level of swordsmanship, and the sword intent around him rolled up like boiling water. With the blessing of this ultimate sword intent, Jiang Mo displayed the aurora like lightning!
The speed of that sword had surpassed that of thunder and lightning. The white-robed demon king had just reacted, and wanted to raise his hand to resist, but it was already too late.

Jiang Mo slashed out with a sword, and under the yellow cat's previous paw print, the injury was further deepened, and even the throat bone of the white-robed demon king was smashed with a sword!
The blood sprayed out unstoppably, all of this just happened between lightning and flint, when those followers realized, the vitality of the white-robed demon king had been completely drained.

Naturally, it was impossible for Jiang Mo to give these followers the chance to report the news. When he raised his sword, the heads of those monster followers were chopped off and rolled to the ground like watermelons.

The big yellow cat was panting heavily. When it attacked the white-robed demon king just now, it used a lot of strength, but after swallowing the corpse of the white-robed demon king, it slowly recovered.

"Let's go. I guess it won't be easy to reach the place where the sacrificial ceremony takes place."

Jiang Mo shook his head and said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)