Chapter 1109 Subduing Twelve People

"No, this kid has shot again!"

"What a powerful force, go back!"

"This kid is really scary!"

"Quickly exit the arena, or our end will be the same as those warriors above the arena!"

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Seeing Mo Wentian coming towards them, the figures came to his senses in an instant.

Without the slightest hesitation, he retreated subconsciously towards the ring.

"If you want to escape at this time, it's too late!"

"Die!"

Looking at the frantically fleeing figures, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he struck out with a sword, falling towards the remaining 350 figures.

"ah……"

"No……"

"ah……"

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As Mo Wentian's sword fell, one after another screams resounded instantly.

"Bang bang bang..."

Immediately, one after another figures fell directly to the ground.

A strong bloody smell permeated the air in an instant.

In an instant, corpses were strewn across the ground in front of Huayue Commercial Firm, and blood flowed like rivers. Even the entire arena was dyed bright red at this moment.

In the end, there were only twelve figures left on the entire arena. Although these twelve figures still had breath, they were not far from death.

"Dead, all dead!"

"A thousand disciples, those who were at the peak of the heavenly kings are all dead, and only these twelve heavenly kings are left to complete!"

A strong smell of blood came, and the fiery red figure at the highest point of Huayue Trading Company had a look of shock in his eyes.

"Miss, this kid is really scary!"

"I'm looking at the next lot, we still don't want to shoot, I'll ask the master to come!"

The woman in black looked at the proud figure standing above the ring, her eyes flashed coldly, and she said in a deep voice.

"No!"

"My father is in retreat recently, don't disturb him!"

Hearing this, Mu Ruxue hurriedly said coldly.

"Miss……"

The woman in black wanted to say something, but looking at Mu Ruxue, she didn't say anything in the end.

"The Consummation of the Heavenly King is indeed the Consummation of the Heavenly King!"

"They are all dead, and you are still alive!"

Looking at the twelve figures in front of him, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a wicked smile spread instantly.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian walked towards the twelve figures step by step.

Among the twelve figures, there was that familiar figure, Liu Sheng.

Every step Mo Wentian took seemed to fall on the hearts of the remaining twelve warriors.

Every step closer made them feel a breath of death, approaching them infinitely.

"you……"

"What do you want?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Liu Sheng said tremblingly.

At this moment, there was no murderous look on his face, only a look of fear.

"What do I want to do?"

"What do you say I want to do?"

Mo Wentian didn't answer directly, but the evil smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more wanton, and he asked the question without answering.

"I……"

"you……"

"Don't kill me!"

Liu Sheng faltered for a long time, but finally he choked out a few words from his mouth.

"Don't kill you?"

Talking to himself, Mo Wentian approached Liu Sheng step by step, his eyes were looking at Liu Sheng, his handsome face was full of cold and arrogant expression.

"Yeah, don't kill us!"

"As long as you don't kill us, we will do whatever you want us to do!"

"We don't want the remaining eight items!"

"Don't kill us!"

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At this moment, the remaining eleven figures came to their senses and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Don't kill you, are you really willing to do anything for this emperor?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian seemed to have thought of something, an incomparably bright light rose in his eyes, he coughed lightly, and said indifferently.

"Yes yes yes, as long as you don't kill us, we are willing to do anything!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the figures nodded in unison without the slightest hesitation.

"very good!"

"Then you can let go of your hearts and let the emperor leave the imprint of the soul, and be the emperor's dog honestly!"

Looking at the twelve pleading figures in front of him, the arc of the corner of his mouth became more intense, and he said with a sinister smile.

What the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom lacks now is strength. Although the twelve people in front of them have been seriously injured, they will recover in a short time.

As long as their cultivation is restored, the twelve heavenly kings will be complete, and Mo Wentian will not let go of the opportunity to strengthen the strength of the Heaven Devouring Kingdom.

"Relax your mind and be a dog? This kid is too arrogant!"

"He is a little mid-stage Heavenly King, and he actually makes the twelve dignified Heavenly Kings who are consummated and strong be dogs?"

"Will the twelve consummated heavenly kings agree?"

"If these twelve heavenly kings successfully agree to be this kid's dog, then the next eight lots are destined to miss us!"

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As soon as Mo Wentian's words came out, countless warriors under the arena began to discuss in an instant.

"Relax your mind and be a dog?"

"this……"

"Relax your mind, our life and death are in his hands, this..."

"But if we don't let go of our hearts, what awaits us is death in the next second!"

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As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the twelve figures began to discuss secretly.

"The emperor's patience is not good!"

"The time for three breaths is for you to consider. After three breaths, if you don't let go of your mind, you can't blame this emperor!"

One after another voices of discussion came, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said in a cold voice.

"one……"

"I would like to let go of my heart!"

"I'm also willing to let go of my heart!"

"Don't kill us, we are willing to be your dogs!"

Before Mo Wentian could count his breaths, voices begging for mercy came quickly.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

"You dogs are quite sensible!"

"Relax your mind!"

Mo Wentian looked at the disciples of the Tianniu tribe in front of him, and said coldly.

Mo Wentian doesn't have the slightest affection for the Tianniu people now, if these people don't want to become his slaves, he doesn't mind beheading them all.

"Yes, yes, let's let go!"

"Let's let go!"

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Hearing this, the twelve figures instantly let go of their minds.

"Slave God Seal!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian let out a cold shout, and made seals one by one with his hands.

As the seals were printed out one by one, in the void, countless seals gathered to form a simple and boundless slave character.

On the word slave, exudes a simple and boundless atmosphere.

"become!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, and in the void, twelve characters of slave fell towards the eyebrows of twelve figures.

"ah……"

"ah……"

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As the word slave fell between their eyebrows, the twelve figures instantly rolled on the ground.

It seems that they are suffering great pain at this moment.

A quarter of an hour later, twelve figures got up from the ground.

"Meet the master!"

"Meet the master!"

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Looking at Mo Wentian, the twelve figures hurriedly bowed down to Mo Wentian, and said respectfully.