Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 659 Crazy Thoughts

"Cough cough cough..."

After being strangled by the neck, the Blood Demon King's face turned extremely red in an instant, his feet were off the ground, and he kept kicking and kicking in the air, looking extremely embarrassed.

"You want to kill my disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect?" Jiang Mo stared coldly at the blood demon king with his dark eyes, and his words contained no trace of warmth.

After finishing speaking, Jiang Mo's arms relaxed slightly, but the Blood Demon King was still easily held by Jiang Mo like a chicken.

"My lord, please forgive me. I'm just following orders." The blood demon king was very spineless, Jiang Mo only gave in a little intimidation, and he was already subdued.

"According to orders? Whose order?" Jiang Mo asked the Blood Demon King with a faint glance.

"Of course it is the order of our demon gods. The strength of this god is so strong that he has blessed our demon clan for thousands of years." The blood demon king's throat was choked, and he made a ho-ho sound. The flow is impeded, making the veins pop on his forehead.

"Monster gods? Who is that?" Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows.

"Master Shenling's strength is so powerful that no one in the clan has ever seen it, but our monster clan is devout. Every five years, we will hold a sacrificial ceremony to seek the protection of Lord Shenling!"

The Blood Demon King's complexion recovered a bit, and huge power surged endlessly in his body. There was nowhere to hide the coldness in the depths of his eyes, and it would be unfavorable to Jiang Mo at any time.

However, Jiang Mo didn't seem to notice this scene. He continued to ask, "When will the Yaozu Sacrificial Ceremony start and where will it be held?"

After speaking, Jiang Mo let go of the Blood Demon King.

The latter took a few breaths, carefully concealed his killing intent, and said to Jiang Mo respectfully: "It will be held the day after tomorrow. As for the location..."

The Blood Demon King bent down and handed over a bloody token, saying: "This is the Demon King Token that every Demon King possesses. With the guidance of this Demon King Token, you can reach the place where the sacrificial ceremony is held!"

After finishing speaking, the Blood Demon King respectfully handed over the token, as if he really surrendered to Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo seemed to take the token indifferently, and the moment the token left his hand, the suppressed killing intent of the Blood Demon King suddenly swept away.

"Bastard boy, let me die!"

Accompanied by this cold shout, a blood-colored brilliance suddenly gushed out, and a dagger appeared in his hand at some point, stabbing Jiang Mo's throat violently!
When the blood demon king exploded, both Wang Wentao and He Yandong held their breaths. With such a short distance, can the suzerain really defend against a full blow from a four-star martial emperor?

The next scene stunned Wang Wentao and the two of them even more. When Jiang Mo turned to leave, he didn't seem to notice the blood demon king's sneak attack, but the moment the blood demon king jumped up, he was caught by an invisible force. It hit the body, and immediately with a bang, it flew back several tens of feet away, creating a deep ravine in the yellow sand.

puff!

After the blood demon king landed heavily, he suddenly spat out a big mouthful of blood. He stared at the thin figure in horror, and was speechless for a while.

When he was about to sneak attack just now, he clearly noticed that Jiang Mo had lowered his defenses to the minimum, but he didn't expect it to end like this!

Jiang Mo didn't pay attention to the blood demon king flying upside down. When he just shot with his back to the blood demon king, he had already shattered the blood demon king's internal organs!
"Wang Wentao, don't tell me that neither of you can kill that trash!"

Jiang Mo rubbed the token in his hand and walked forward slowly, leaving Wang Wentao and He Yandong behind.

The two looked at each other, and a stern look flashed in He Yandong's eyes. The suzerain, Dare, had already defeated the blood demon king. If both of them can't kill the blood demon king, then they are really unworthy to be saints. A disciple of Wu Jianzong!

"kill!"

He Yandong let out a low growl, dragging the long sword obliquely behind him, rubbing against the yellow sand, making a rustling sound.

"Human boy, dare you, I am the majestic monster king..."

After the blood demon king was shattered, he was still unable to move for a while, and he was no match for He Yandong at all. Before he finished speaking, his throat was slit open by He Yandong's sword.

"Master Sovereign, wait for us!"

Wang Wentao ran fast and caught up with Jiang Mo.

"Hands and feet are quite nimble." Jiang Mo smiled, admiring He Yandong and Wang Wentao.

"Hehe, thank you for your compliment, my lord. My lord, where are we going?" Wang Wentao looked at the increasingly cold Asura battlefield and asked, shrinking his neck.

"Aren't the elders of the other sect disciples arrested? I'm going to rescue them." Jiang Mo said lightly, but his tone was so firm that there was no doubt about it.

Hearing these words, both Wang Wentao and He Yandong were a little moved. This is the real sense of belonging to the sect. The disciples and elders are in deep danger. As the suzerain, they are willing to take risks to rescue them. worthy of their allegiance.

Feeling moved, Wang Wentao and He Yandong were still very worried. The monster clan sacrificial ceremony was held every five years, and the scale was very large. You can see a thing or two from the blood demon king.

To capture human monks and offer sacrifices to the monster gods, one must use monster king-level powerhouses. It is foreseeable that there must be many top monsters from the monster clan in the real sacrificial ceremony.

It is really too difficult to save someone from them.

"Sovereign Master, several elders and those disciples have been taken away for some time. Perhaps, they have been taken to the sacrificial ceremony now. There must be many strong monsters guarding there. Let's rush forward like this. Would it be too dangerous to go?" After pondering for a moment, He Yandong asked aloud.

"Because it's very dangerous, I'm going to save them all the more. Our Holy Martial Sword Sect, there are not many people left. If they are also killed by the monster clan, what face do I have to meet the dead Sect Master? My lord." Jiang Mo looked into the distance, and then said in a deep voice: "You two have been waiting for my news for a while, find a safe place to stay, and don't fight with the demon clan and other human monks again! "

"Obey, my lord!"

Wang Wentao and He Yandong clasped their fists together and said.

After they left, the big yellow cat darted out of Zichen's space, swallowed the blood demon king, hiccupped, and slowly returned to Jiang Mo's side.

"The meat of the Yaozu is unpalatable, but it's quite unpalatable, but the nutrition is not bad, so I finally feel a little full." The big yellow cat said, sticking out its tongue and licking the residue at the corner of its mouth.

"I'm going to go to the Yaozu's sacrificial ceremony, are you interested?"

When the big yellow cat approached, Jiang Mo stopped and leaned over to ask.

(End of this chapter)