"Manjiyu, Bai Youyou, has the sect reached such a situation?" Holding the blood-red sect edict in his left hand, Jiang Mo couldn't help muttering to himself.

It had only been a few days since he entered the Holy Martial Sword Sect, and Jiang Mo had received the edicts of the two sects, indicating that the situation had reached a very serious point.

"Think of it as an experience!"

Jiang Mo put the edict of the sect into the Zichen space, and as soon as his body moved, he swept towards the outer sect.

Along the way, he saw that there were many disciples and elders, all of whom were rushing out in a hurry, thinking that they had also received the task of going out.

Jiang Mo requisitioned a fifth-order desolate beast in the sect, and the original disciple who took care of the desolate beast was still a little unhappy.

However, when Jiang Mo took out the blood-red sect edict, the disciple immediately picked out the most Xiong Jian's fifth-order flying desolate beast for him.

The edicts of the sect are also graded, such as Jiang Mo's blood-red edict, which is issued less than a hundred times a year, if the sect is delayed, then the disciples who take care of the desolate beast will not be able to bear this responsibility at all.

唳~~~

This flying beast, which was as huge as an eagle, cried and flapped its wings, causing the wind to blow up into the sky.

Although the Red Snake can also fly, it is just that its size is too large, and if it rides such a huge snake beast, it is undoubtedly too eye-catching.

On that sect edict, there were more than a dozen blue points of light, guiding Jiang Mo in the direction of his progress.

The points of light in the edict were all left by the disciples who went on a mission, and once the points of light dimmed or extinguished, it meant that someone was seriously injured or even fell.

Jiang Mo now saw that there were two or three points of light on the edict, all of which were flickering sharply, beating non-stop!

As soon as he thought of this, a whistle came out of his mouth, and the flying desolate beast under his feet suddenly increased its speed by a few points, like a streamer, slashing through the sky.

Under his hurry, in less than half a day, he rushed to Namanjiyu.

Manjiyu is located in a vast sea, and the indigenous people on the island were originally attached to the Holy Martial Sword Sect, and they have to hand over many rare seafood delicacies and treasures in the deep sea every year.

However, just half a month ago, one of the disciples in charge of managing Manjiyu was killed by the indigenous people here, and when the enforcers of the Holy Martial Sword Sect came to suppress it, these natives immediately launched a rebellion.

The flying beast screamed, and was about to land on Manjiyu.

But at the moment of landing, countless arrows rained up into the sky, shooting towards Jiang Mo and the flying beast.

The giant eagle-like flying beasts, winged caves, and fierce air currents all blew down those arrows, and they couldn't get close at all.

"The combat effectiveness of these indigenous people is so weak, how can they still dare to start a rebellion?" Looking at the rain of arrows that fell one after another, Jiang Mo couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Sure enough, after discovering that the rain of arrows was useless, those indigenous people withdrew their bows and crossbows one after another, took out their homemade iron swords and spears in their hands, and stared at Jiang Mo cautiously while retreating.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Mo couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, these guys are the strongest, they haven't even reached the Martial King Realm, and they dare to start a rebellion.

Is it true that the Holy Martial Sword Sect is a vegetarian and a good man and a woman?

Without the slightest nonsense, Jiang Mo waved his robe, and a fierce wind struck, and those natives who didn't know what pattern was painted on their faces suddenly wailed and were swept away, and those iron swords and spears were scattered all over the ground, making a loud sound.

"Ahh---h

"Ula ---"

These natives gestured with their hands, and Ulawala said a lot, Jiang Mo didn't understand, and he didn't bother to listen carefully.

But just as he was about to lose his patience, he heard normal language.

Following the place where the voice came, Jiang Mo looked over, and in the place shaded by the lush woods, there was really a group of people quarreling, and even fighting fiercely.

"Urawala ---"

Those natives also wanted to stop Jiang Mo, but the latter's face immediately turned cold, and the soles of his feet slashed down on the ground, and in an instant, a huge crack opened on the ground that was three feet thick and more than ten zhang long.

Seeing this terrifying scene, those natives thought that the mountain god was angry, and they didn't dare to continue to block Jiang Mo, so they had to flee one after another.

"These guys, they really can't stop them without using some means!" Jiang Mo smiled secretly, and immediately followed the direction from which the voice came, and walked quickly.

Leaning closer, Jiang Mo heard the angry voice in the woods clearly.

"You Heavenly Hades Pavilion are so daring! even my Holy Martial Sword Sect dares to frame me!"

"Hehe, the Holy Martial Sword Sect is a fart, wait until our Heavenly Immortal Ancestor comes out, so that your entire Holy Martial Sword Sect will be reduced to a prisoner. ”

"Over the years, your Holy Martial Sword Sect has occupied that treasure, and now it should be spit out. Today's events are even interest!"

"Bastard, let go of Senior Brother Zhang He's body, otherwise I will fight with you!"

Jiang Mo looked at this scene from a distance and found that there was a group of people who were wearing the special robes made by the Holy Martial Sword Sect.

"Hehe, desperately, you have to have that qualification! This Manji Island is all our people, not to mention you, even Bai Youyou, a disciple of the Inner Sect, can't escape from this island!" said a very fat guy who was extremely short, and smiled.

This short and fat guy is the disciple of the Heavenly Hades Pavilion this time, and his cultivation has reached the realm of one-star Martial Emperor Consummation, as for the few subordinates behind him, they have all reached the realm of the peak of the Martial King, and they are obviously much stronger than the disciples of the Holy Martial Sword Sect.

"Let's take action together, we must not let Senior Brother Zhang He's body fall into the hands of these bastards in the Heavenly Pavilion!"

One of the disciples of the Holy Martial Sword Sect shouted angrily.

Immediately, the two groups of men and horses fought fiercely, and the short and fat man held a half-moon-shaped blade in both hands, and every time he struck, it was extremely powerful.

In just one stick of incense, the disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect who was the leader was injured by him.

The faces of the disciples of the Holy Martial Sword Sect turned pale, and it was only at this time that they understood why this originally very honest indigenous inhabitant of Barbarian Island would start a riot.

It turned out that there was a behemoth like the Heavenly Hades Pavilion mixing the water behind it!

"Bang!"

The short and fat man kicked him to the ground, and the half-moon-shaped blade landed on the neck of the disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect led by him, and asked coldly, "You are arrogant! Not to mention Zhang He's body, even your own can't be saved!"

"Really?" Just as the short and fat man was about to kill him, an indifferent voice sounded from behind him.

The short and fat man suddenly turned around and looked at Jiang Mo in horror.

How Jiang Mo appeared behind him and quietly killed several of his subordinates, the short and fat man didn't know at all.

"My disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, how can you be qualified to move?"

(End of chapter)