"Do it, do you dare?" The burly figure of the tower keeper blocked in front of Jiang Mo, and looked at He Qing coldly, "With me today, no one can move them." Even if the old ghost of the scorpion dragon is here, he has to obediently give way to the old man!"

The towerkeeper's domineering words immediately caused an uproar in the surroundings.

Who is the Scorpion Dragon Sect? That is the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion, although the surface cultivation is only a one-star Martial Venerable, but even the Sect Master of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, Su Lang, he can kill it, who dares to underestimate the strength of the Scorpion Dragon Sect?

But the tower keeper has the confidence to say this, although he is only a nine-star martial arts sect, but the Tianwu Qian Zhuang behind him has given him great confidence.

As he said, even if the scorpion dragon comes, he has to give way obediently.

No matter how strong your Heavenly Immortal Pavilion is, it is only limited to the Eastern Xuan Realm, but Tianwu Qian Zhuang can tell from the name alone that this is a transcendent force that spreads throughout the entire Heavenly Dance Continent!

Who would dare to provoke ordinary people?

When the tower keeper appeared before, He Qing was not there, and he didn't know that this person was the mysterious powerhouse of the Qi Refining Tower, and when a spy approached and wanted to tell He Qing, the latter refused without hesitation.

These days, after destroying the Holy Martial Sword Sect, his status in the Heavenly Netherworld Pavilion has risen greatly, and no one dares to say a word to him, except for the Pavilion Master.

"Old fellow, I don't care where you are a nameless person, but if you want to protect the remnants of these Holy Martial Sword Sects, I'm afraid your energy alone is far from enough!" He Qing pointed at the tower keeper and said arrogantly, "Also, the name of our pavilion master, how can you, an old bastard, shout at will." Hurry up and get out of the way!"

He Qing's perverse domineering fell in the eyes of everyone, and many people were secretly laughing, even the tower keepers of the Qi Refining Tower dared to offend, it was simply enough to live!

Jiang Mo took Wang Wentao and the others, stepped aside, and did not say a word, since he took out a seventh-order pill as a reward, then the next thing would be handed over to this tower keeper.

"Hehe, it's been a long time since anyone dared to scold the old man like this! You are destined to pay the price for your stupidity! Today, even the old ghost of the scorpion dragon is here, and he can't protect you. I think compared to offending Tianwu Qian Zhuang, he would rather lose a deputy pavilion master of a six-star martial sect!" The tower keeper suddenly laughed, and immediately dried his palm, and grabbed it at He Qing Yaoyao, and in an instant, even the air was torn out by his palm with five deep finger marks.

It wasn't until this moment that He Qing suddenly realized that this burly old man actually had such a terrifying background!

It's just that with He Qing's IQ, I'm afraid I can't figure out why such an unfathomable strength of the tower keeper would stand on Jiang Mo's side.

In a hurry, he stabbed out a spear to resist the old man's palm, but the gap between the two was too big, and He Qing's eighth-order true martial weapon was directly twisted into a twisted shape, and a majestic force poured into it, instantly shattering it.

The strength of the Nine-Star Martial Sect is by no means child's play!

"Senior, it's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding, I, He Qing, am willing to make amends!" Seeing that the tower keeper smashed his weapon with one palm, He Qing knew how strong his strength was, and his intestines were full of remorse.

"Make amends, hehe, it's too late for you to kowtow to the old man!"

The tower keeper was unmoved, his body moved, and he disappeared in place in an instant, and He Qing's face changed drastically, and he wanted to retreat, but his body was as if he was imprisoned, and he couldn't move at all.

This mysterious tower keeper had obviously touched the threshold of the Wuzun Realm, and his strength far surpassed He Qing.

In the next moment, he grabbed He Qing's neck, and with a slight force in his palm, He Qing's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, which was extremely ugly.

"Senior ......" He Qing could only say a few words with difficulty, his feet off the ground, and he kept kicking, and then he felt a chill to his bones.

"Pay for your ignorance and stupidity!"

The tower keeper crushed He Qing's throat with great neatness.

A six-star martial arts sect fell directly in this short period of less than a stick of incense!

Everyone felt that their throats were tight, the realm of the Martial Sect, that was the great realm that many people dreamed of! Now it was easily killed by someone like a chicken slaughtering a sheep.

Part of all this is due to He Qing's brain, and the other main reason is Jiang Mo, if Jiang Mo hadn't paid for a seventh-order elixir and asked the pavilion keeper to go out of the mountain, then He Qing might still be active in the Heavenly Pavilion and be his deputy pavilion master, at ease.

"Let's go. ”

After killing He Qing, the rest of the monks of the Heavenly Hades Pavilion, no matter how they were not afraid of death, they didn't dare to continue to stop Jiang Mo, so they had to let them swagger away.

The Shura battlefield that Jiang Mo said was about three thousand miles away from here, and along the way, no one stopped him.

It is estimated that he is afraid of the Tianwu Qianzhuang behind the tower guard, even if the deputy pavilion master is killed, he will not see the scorpion dragon on the road, so he can only plan to swallow his teeth and blood.

About half a day later, the group appeared on the edge of the Shura battlefield.

Even though it's only a marginal area, you can smell a thick bloody murderous aura.

The Shura battlefield is a barrier between the demon race and the human race, and every year, countless monks rush to this battlefield to fight against the cruel demon race.

Different from the Desolate Beast Clan, the Demon Clan not only has a strong cultivation talent, but also has a wisdom that is not weaker than that of humans, and over the years, they have always wanted to break through this line of defense and enter the territory of the Terran Race, which is rich in resources and abundant in the vitality of heaven and earth.

In order to protect the family and defend the country, the Eastern Xuan Realm has been mobilizing a large number of Terran monks to devote themselves to this battlefield to prevent the invasion of the demon race.

At the same time, there are also many monks who spontaneously enter the Shura battlefield, on the one hand, because of the righteous aura in their chests, and on the other hand, they also want to hone their own strength.

The monks who returned from the battlefield of Shura were almost invincible in their combat power among the monks of the same realm!

"Okay, from today onwards, you will work hard to improve your strength, for the revival of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, and for yourself!"

Jiang Mo instructed.

"What about you, Sect Master?" asked Wang Wentao.

"I still have business, and when the matter is settled, I will come here to meet you. When the time comes, it should be the day when our Holy Martial Sword Sect will be revitalized!" Jiang Mo said with emotion.

"Okay! For the revival of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, we will definitely live up to the expectations of the Sect Master!"

After speaking, under Jiang Mo's gaze, everyone with the ideal of reviving the sect did not hesitate to step into the murderous Shura battlefield.

It is conceivable that once this group of people comes out, what kind of bloody storm will be set off in the Eastern Xuan Realm!

"What about you?" asked the tower keeper after everyone entered the Shura battlefield.

"I need to go back to the Netherworld, I should be back soon, and I will ask you to guide me when the time comes. Jiang Mo said slowly.

"Yes. This is the Summons Warrant, when you come back, tell me through the Summons Warrant, and I will open the entrance to the East Steps for you. ”

While speaking, the tower keeper handed Jiang Mo a piece of white jade.

To make a seventh-order alchemy master owe him a favor, the tower keeper thinks it is a very cost-effective thing.

(End of chapter)