Jiang Mo's tough attitude was somewhat unexpected by the president.

Originally, he thought that as long as he put some pressure on Jiang Mo and gave him a little sweetness, he would be able to make this young monk bow down, but he didn't expect that his wishful thinking would come to naught.

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

"Hehe, little brother, since you don't want to stay in the Ghost Town, then the commander will no longer force it. With the talent of the little brother, in the future, don't say that the Shura battlefield will have a place for the little brother in the entire Eastern Xuan Domain. If you can, I hope that the little brother will be able to take care of the ghosts in the future. ”

The sudden change of attitude of the President of Zhenguiguan shocked the surrounding Terran monks, not to mention the high power, and he was a powerhouse of the Martial Sect level, he would actually say these words to the black-clothed and emaciated young man.

Everyone's shocked expressions naturally fell in the eyes of the Commander of the Ghost Suppression Pass, others may not know, but this Presidential Leader knows that the monks who can reach the high-level half-step Martial Sect at this age are either extremely talented people, or some hidden big families in the Eastern Xuan Domain deliberately threw them to the Shura Battlefield to hone them.

Either way, it's not something the president is willing to provoke.

Jiang Mo nodded, waved his big hand, and took He Yandong and other disciples of the Holy Martial Sword Sect towards the outside of the Ghost Pass.

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

"Give you five years to grow up, and after five years, no matter whether it's good or bad, come to Zhengui Pass to join this sect! At that time, we will kill back to the Eastern Xuan Domain and kill the Heavenly Netherworld Sect to the ground!" Jiang Mo looked serious and looked to the east, where was the root of these disciples.

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 definitely live up to the expectations of the sect master!" The neat and majestic voice resounded in the sky, and it never dissipated for a long time.

After finishing speaking, several groups of disciples who had just received a life-and-death struggle turned into several teams and dissipated in the vast sea of sand.

After everyone left, Jiang Mo muttered to himself: "It is said that in the deepest part of the demon clan, there is a treasure of the human race, called Seagod Tears. If you all come back successfully, I will take you to pluck that Poseidon Tear!"

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

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In the Eastern Xuan Domain, at the entrance of the Shura battlefield, a girl wearing a light green gauze skirt slowly walked into the entrance.

Behind her, followed an old man with a hunched body, with gray hair but piercing eyes, like eagle's eyes.

The Terran monks who dared to enter the Shura battlefield, which one of them did not have at least the strength of the martial monarch rank, but the strange thing was that whether it was the girl in the green dress or the rickety old man, there was not a trace of Yuan Force fluctuation on his body.

"Miss Ling'er, I heard that Jiang Mo Gongzi has been on the Shura battlefield for about a year. I'm afraid it's not easy for you to find him at this time. "The old man with his body on his back said a word, and he had to cough for a long time, like an ordinary old man who was about to die.

But if he can follow Ling'er into the Shura battlefield, is it as simple as it seems?

"Uncle Qin, originally Ling'er had long wanted to come and see the young master. However, there were some problems with the cultivation of the exercises, and it was delayed for another year. Now, Ling'er has entered the realm of martial arts, and the ancestor also said that when you come to this Shura battlefield, it is good to get a little bloody, and it is considered to be a practice. The girl's voice is as good as ever, look at the gentle face, and the faint smile on the pretty face, who else can it be if it is not Ling'er?

Hearing this, the old man stroked his beard and nodded, the girl in the green dress in front of her was valued by the ancestor of the Gu family in every way, and it was not impossible to take over the entire Gu family in the future.

Whether it is from the girl's appearance or from the girl's natural strength, it is the object of admiration of countless young people of the Gu clan, but the girl has never looked at those young people of the Gu clan.

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

"Miss, the Shura battlefield is so big, what if I can't find Jiang Mogongzi?" asked the gray-haired Qin Bo with a smile.

"I haven't seen the young master for so long, no matter how big the Shura battlefield is, Ling'er still has to see the young master, even if it's just one side. The girl pursed her beautiful lips, and a determined look appeared on her gentle face.

Qin Bo smiled and said nothing, on this Shura battlefield, with him to escort her, Miss Ling'er would naturally not encounter any danger.

Even if he met those venerable old immortals in the demon clan, with the prestige of the Gu clan in the Eastern Xuan Domain, it was thought that no old immortal of the demon clan would dare to provoke the future heir of the Gu clan.

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

In the long battlefield of yellow sand, dry bones are revealed from the yellow sand from time to time, and sometimes dozens or hundreds of dry bones are piled up at the same time, indicating the cruel battles that have taken place there.

Jiang Mo leaned back with a Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword on his back, and slowly walked forward, I don't know what he thought, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face like a knife.

Even if there is no war, one person and one sword, slowly moving westward, isn't it a kind of cultivation?

The bronze mirror containing a huge sacrificial power, in the Zichen space, slowly released a pure power, and was sucked into the dantian qi sea by Jiang Mo.

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

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

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

"Huh, sneaky out!"

With Jiang Mo's cold drink, the soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and a hundred feet behind him, the yellow sand suddenly sank to both sides, and a guy who looked like a scout revealed his figure.

"Demon Clan?" Jiang Mo frowned, to the west of the Ghost Pass, there were actually demon clan scouts.

"Whew!"

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

In the next moment, Jiang Mo sensed that there was a strange power fluctuation, which was slowly released in a way that was not under his control.

(End of chapter)