Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 844 The Man in the Red Robe
The sword energy that was originally extremely quiet suddenly raged in the old man's body at this moment, and it was so violent that it was like a torrent, rushing for thousands of miles.

The old man tried his best to suppress the sword energy, but how could Jiang Mo's full-strength sword be suppressed so easily?

The old man trembled more and more, and even streaks of cyan sword energy radiated from his flesh, muscles, and bones, which were extremely clear.

This scene was watched by everyone present, especially the miserable cry of the old man, which made Yang Zonglin and the others feel a little tingly.

What kind of method is it that can make a real eight-star martial master into such a mess.

"what--"

"I can't take it anymore, kill me—"

At this time, the old man, who still had half a strong demeanor, turned into a crazy old man.

The corner of Jiang Mo's mouth curled up, his body flickered, and he appeared in front of the old man, and said lightly: "Since you want to die, then I will grant you!"

After the voice fell, Jiang Mo slapped out with a palm, and suddenly endless energy gathered, and when he slapped with a bang, the old man exploded into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

Just now, when Jiang Mo shot, the old man wanted to take advantage of Jiang Mo's inattention and sneak attack, but under Jiang Mo's decisive suppression, the old man's sneak attack came to naught.

Yang Zonglin stared at this scene, the corner of his mouth twitched, and said: "The old man is the sect master of the An Xiao Sect, and he can be considered a good force in the Central Region. I am afraid that from now on, the An Xiao Sect will no longer exist. "

On the side, Qiu Weiwei showed a slightly startled expression when he heard about the Dark Xiaomen. This organization is famous for assassination, and many monks in the Central Territory died at the hands of this organization.

Especially the sect master An Xiao, that is, the old man who just fell under Jiang Mo's sword, made many Wu Zun monks frightened by the news.

Even Qiu Weiwei himself was terrified for several months when he heard that he was listed on the must-kill list of the Anxiaomen.

Now, seeing the old man die here, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart, I just muttered: "That guy, actually... really killed An Xiao!"

After beheading An Xiao, Jiang Mo took the person's storage ring. As an eight-star Martial Master and also the head of the An Xiao Sect, the precious treasures in the storage ring can be imagined.

Jiang Mo just checked a little bit, and felt that he had gained a lot.

Right now, Jiang Mo's combat power can at most defeat the Seven Star Martial Master, but it is difficult to gain the upper hand if he really fights against the Eight Star Martial Master.

It's just that the dark owl fought Yang Zonglin earlier and consumed a lot of strength. In this place of ghosts, Jiang Mo's Eight Desolation Burning Heaven Flame can just restrain the yin energy here and gain the upper hand.

Coupled with the silent arrangement of a lock element array, An Xiao was restrained from the very beginning, and Jiang Mo's last sword to make his way to the sky, was the key to killing An Xiao.

However, no matter what, this person was already dead, and he died under Jiang Mo's hands.

Feng Jieyu's beautiful eyes stared at Jiang Mo without blinking, completely unable to believe what happened in front of him.

Even Yang Zonglin had to work hard to repel the dark owl, but now he was killed by Jiang Mo.

Not long ago, Feng Jieyu thought that Jiang Mo's strength was similar to hers.

"So, Big Brother Jiang is so powerful!" Feng Jieyu parted his red lips lightly, and a look of admiration appeared in his beautiful eyes.

Soon, the shock in everyone's hearts dissipated, because at this time, there were still many ghosts in the temple, pouring out continuously.

Looking at those ghosts, Jiang Mo didn't think it was too troublesome. With the help of Bahuang Fentianyan, these ghosts could only be suppressed.

One after another ghost breath, after being bombarded, was inhaled into the token, and the corresponding ghost value also appeared in the middle domain.

Some big shots were watching there. On the ranking list, Jiang Mo's name was impressively listed at the top.

And the ghost value behind his name has reached as much as [-], and will soon pass the [-] mark.

The big shots present were all discussing that strange name.

In the central region, there are many dazzling geniuses, such as Zhang Ruochen who lives in No.2. This person's ghost value has reached as much as [-]. Obviously, he should have found a ghost land.

"What is the origin of Jiang Mo, he is still ranked above Zhang Ruochen?" Someone asked.

"I don't know. I've never heard of such a number one person before."

"It is estimated that some genius disciples from the hidden world sect have appeared in a low-key manner now?"

"Well, the two of them are probably going to hunt in Tianxuanqiu, and there will be a battle between dragons and tigers."

"You know, Tian Xuan Qiu Lie is not as simple as obtaining ghost points!"

"Yes, there will be a good show soon."

……

In the Yinhun Land, Jiang Mo killed more and more Yinwomen, but there were not many Yinwomen that could explode golden beads like before.

It took a full hour for Jiang Mo to meet such a nymph at both ends.

Although it takes a lot of strength to kill this kind of Yin thing, but the return is very rich.

After those two golden beads were refined, the power of spiritual thoughts increased in Niwan Palace, probably to catch up with Jiang Mo's years of penance.

Now Jiang Mo could vaguely feel that his spiritual power had faintly reached the peak level of the eighth level, and it was only a matter of time before he broke through to the ninth level.

"Come on, the more the better, the more the better."

Jiang Mo's body was like electricity, wrapped in blue flames, which made those yin creatures be suppressed, and Jiang Mo was here, like a fish in water, very relaxed.

……

The Grand Canyon of Beiman Mountain, at this moment, three days after Jiang Mo left here, the thick fog covered the Grand Canyon again, and some timid monks would probably feel weak when they came here.

call---
At this time, there was a gust of breaking wind, the thick fog was blown away, and several figures landed here.

The leader is very thin, but he is wearing a bright red robe, which looks as bright as blood.

Behind this person, there are two women, both of whom are very coquettish in appearance, one of them has a plump figure, and her full breasts almost open the buttons of her clothes.

As for the other woman, she was tall, fair-skinned, and charming in her eyebrows and eyes.

The man in the red robe stretched out his palm and flicked lightly in the Grand Canyon, and the dense fog dispersed immediately.

Even the fingernails of this person are as bright red as blood, and it can be seen that Yuanli spewed out from the palm of his hand, covering the lower part.

After a while, scenes and scenes were suspended in the air in an extremely strange way.

That picture is impressively the situation when Jiang Mo and Ning Shuang were here, and the details of the battle were also revealed through this picture.

The red-robed man's eyes fell on the last moment when the scar-faced man died, and his expression suddenly changed.

"It was this white-haired boy who killed my poor brother."

The red-robed man's voice was not loud, but it echoed low and deep in the Grand Canyon. The two coquettish women behind him couldn't help but feel a chill down their backs.

(End of this chapter)