Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 693 Cultivation
Jiang Mo's tough attitude somewhat exceeded the expectations of the president and leader.

Originally, he thought that as long as he put some pressure on Jiang Mo and gave some sweets, he would be able to make this young monk bow his head and submit to him, but he didn't expect that his wishful thinking was in vain.

The president's eyes fell more on the big yellow cat beside Jiang Mo. For some reason, he could always feel a faint coercion from that big yellow cat.

"Hehe, little brother, since you don't want to stay in Zhenguiguan, then this commander will not force you anymore. With the talent of the little brother, in the future, not to mention the Asura battlefield, there will be little brothers in the entire Dongxuan domain." A seat. If possible, I hope that the little brother can take care of Zhengui Pass in the future."

The sudden change of attitude of the leader of Zhenguiguan's president shocked the surrounding human cultivators. The dignified leader of Zhenguiguan, not to mention his high position and authority, is even a strong man of the Wuzong rank. Say these words.

Everyone's horrified expressions naturally fell into the eyes of the leader of the Zhenguiguan president. Others may not know it, but the leader of the president knows well that a monk who can reach a high-level half-step Wuzong at this age is either that The extremely talented people were either deliberately thrown to the Shura battlefield by some hidden big families in the Eastern Xuan Region to hone them.

No matter which possibility it is, it is not something the president and leader are willing to provoke.

Jiang Mo nodded, waved his hand, and led He Yandong and other disciples of the Holy Martial Sword Sect towards Zhengui Pass.

For this trip, honing the disciple's murderous aura is the primary purpose, as for those cultivation resources, it is secondary.

"I'll give you five years to grow. After five years, no matter whether it's good or bad, come to Zhenguiguan to meet with this sect! At that time, we will return to the Eastern Profound Realm and kill all Tianmingzong!" Jiang Mo With a serious expression, he looked to the east, where the roots of these disciples were.

At this moment, both the elders and the disciples had slightly red eyes. For the revival of the sect, even if they lost their lives, so what?
"We will surely live up to the expectations of the suzerain!" The orderly and forceful voice resounded through the sky and did not dissipate for a long time.

After finishing speaking, several disciples who had just accepted the life-and-death fight turned into several small teams and dissipated into the vast sea of ​​sand.

After everyone left, Jiang Mo murmured to himself: "It is said that in the deepest part of the monster clan, there is a human treasure called Sea God's Tears. If you all come back smoothly, I will take you to take that Sea God's Tears." pick up!"

At the end, Jiang Mo's expression gradually became firm.

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Dong Xuanyu, at the entrance of the Asura Battlefield, a girl in a light green gauze skirt walked slowly into the entrance.

Behind her, followed an old man with a stooped body. The old man had gray hair, but his eyes were piercing, like the eyes of an eagle.

Of the human monks who dared to enter the Asura battlefield, which one didn't have at least the strength of a Martial Lord, but the strange thing was that no matter whether it was the girl in the green skirt or the hunched old man, there was no trace of energy fluctuations in his body.

"Miss Ling'er, I heard that Mr. Jiang Mo has been in the Shura battlefield for about a year. I'm afraid it will not be easy for you to find him at this time." Coughing for a long time, like an ordinary old man who is dying.

But he was able to follow Ling'er into the Shura battlefield, so it was so simple on the surface?
"Uncle Qin, Ling'er originally wanted to come and see the young master. However, there were some problems with the cultivation techniques, which delayed another year. Now, Ling'er is almost hard to find an opponent in the Wuzong realm. Moreover, the ancestor also said, if you come to the Asura battlefield, it’s good to be a little bit bloody, and it’s considered a practice." The girl’s voice was as pleasant as ever, looking at the gentle face and the smile on her pretty face. With a faint smile, who else could it be if it wasn't Linger?

Hearing this, the old man stroked his beard and nodded. The girl in the green skirt in front of him was in the Gu family and was highly valued by the Gu family ancestor. It is not impossible to take over the entire Gu family in the future.

No matter from the girl's appearance or from the girl's talent and strength, she is the object of admiration of countless young and handsome people of the Gu clan, but the girl has never looked at those young people of the Gu clan.

According to the girl, it's not that they are not good enough, but Ling'er has only the young master in her heart.

"Miss, the Shura battlefield is so big, what if you can't find Mr. Jiang Mo?" Qin Bo, with gray hair, asked with a smile.

"I haven't seen the young master for such a long time, no matter how big the Shura battlefield is, Ling'er still wants to see the young master, at least once." The girl pursed her beautiful lips, and a firm expression appeared on her gentle face.

Uncle Qin smiled and said nothing, on the battlefield of Shura, with his escort, Miss Ling'er would naturally not encounter any danger.

Even if you meet the old immortals of the venerable ranks in the monster clan, given the prestige of the Gu clan in Dongxuan domain, it seems that no old immortal from the monster clan would dare to provoke the future successor of the Gu clan.

Thinking that she would see the young master soon, a smile appeared on Ling'er's face, she walked briskly, Qin Bo also followed closely, and the figures of the two gradually entered the Shura battlefield.

In the long yellow sand battlefield, dead bones emerged from the yellow sand from time to time, and sometimes dozens or even hundreds of dead bones piled up together at the same time, indicating the cruel battles that took place there.

Jiang Mo carried an ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword slanted on his back, and walked forward slowly. For some reason, he thought of something, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face like a knife.

Even if there is no war, one person with one sword, slowly marching westward, isn't it a kind of practice?
The bronze mirror, which contained a huge sacrificial power, slowly released pure power in the Zichen space, and was absorbed by Jiang Mo into the sea of ​​dantian Qi.

Therefore, from a distance, Jiang Mo was shrouded in a cloud of blood-red mist, like a demon.

However, his eyes, as deep as a deep spring, were very clear, and were not affected by the blood energy in the sacrificial power at all.

When the last wisp of the sacrificial power pulled out of the bronze mirror was absorbed by Jiang Mo, his realm became more and more solid.

"Huh? Sneaky, get out!"

With Jiang Mo's cold shout, he stomped heavily on the ground with the sole of his foot. A hundred feet behind him, the yellow sand suddenly sank to the sides, and a guy who looked like a scout appeared.

"Yaozu?" Jiang Mo frowned. To the west of Zhengui Pass, there were still Yaozu scouts.

"Hey!"

When Jiang Mo stared at the Yaozu scout, the latter cut open his palm quickly, and black blood flowed into a very strangely shaped stone.

In the next moment, Jiang Mo noticed that there was a strange fluctuation of power, which was slowly released in a way that was beyond his control.

(End of this chapter)