Chapter 1249 The Great War Begins

"Boy, I really don't like your arrogance, but you have any last words, I will fulfill you!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the anger in Jiang Zhengyuan's heart surged again.

But at the next moment, he seemed to think of something, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he changed his mind.

"Old bastard, don't you want your army of 800,000 to destroy the Emperor's Heaven Devouring Kingdom?"

"Looking back, do these 800,000 disciples all belong to your Tianniu clan?"

Looking at Jiang Zhengyuan, Mo Wentian's evil smile became more intense.

Now is the time to reveal the identities of Uncle Niu and others. If it is not revealed at this time, Mo Wentian is afraid that Jiang Zhengyuan will be killed accidentally, and he will not be able to see this spectacular scene.

After all, Mo Wentian just wanted to see Jiang Zhengyuan's wonderful expression.

"Look back?"

"Boy, what are you looking back at?"

"My disciples of the Tianniu clan, of course they all belong to my Tianniu clan. They don't belong to my Tianniu clan. Could it be that they still belong to your Heavenly Devouring God Kingdom?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhengyuan frowned instantly, and the killing intent in his eyes became even more terrifying.

In his heart, he is extremely confident that the 800,000 disciples of the Tianniu clan are all members of his Tianniu clan.

"Uncle Niu, Long Wu, come out with disciples from Licheng, Hancheng, and Juancheng!"

And when Jiang Zhengyuan was extremely confident, Mo Wentian smiled charmingly, his eyes fell on the later Niu Bo and others, and said in a cold voice.

"Uncle Niu? Isn't Uncle Niu the steward of Hancheng who was appreciated by the Great Elder just now?"

"Why is this kid called Uncle Niu? Could it be that Uncle Niu belongs to him?"

"How could Uncle Niu belong to him! This kid must have heard that there is a man like Uncle Niu in our Tianniu tribe, so he said so on purpose!"

"This kid is so arrogant! Could it be that he still wants to rob us of the Tianniu clan?"

...

As soon as Mo Wentian's words came out, countless disciples of the Tianniu tribe started discussing in an instant.

It's just that their eyes looking at Mo Wentian were full of contempt.

"Yes, Emperor!"

"Yes, Emperor!"

...

And at this moment, among the crowd, figures stood out from among the 800,000 Tianniu disciples in an instant.

The next moment, they knelt down to Mo Wentian directly. They looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of respect.

"Uncle Niu, why do you listen to this kid, and why don't you get up quickly!"

"It really disgraces my Tianniu clan!"

After watching this scene, it took Jiang Zhengyuan a long time to recover from his astonishment.

The first thing he did when he came back to his senses was to look at Uncle Niu and shout angrily.

"Have you lost the face of your Tianniu clan?"

"When will your tianniu clan have a face?"

But at this moment, a voice of evil laughter resounded instantly.

A small snake-like figure was seen, circling a few times in the void, and then landed in front of Mo Wentian.

Xiaojiao looked at Jiang Zhengyuan with a look of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Little Jiao, have you recovered from your injuries?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"Boss, my injuries have almost recovered, don't worry, there are ants left to deal with this, I'm fine!"

When Mo Wentian's voice came, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed, and he said hastily.

"This little Jiao is really good at fighting!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian shook his head.

Secretly unfolding his soul, he investigated the situation in Xiaojiao's body, and found that the injuries in his body were indeed almost recovered, as Xiaojiao said.

According to Xiao Jiao's current strength, as long as he is not facing Jiang Zhengyuan, Xiao Jiao can definitely solve it.

"It's you little reptile again. It seems that you haven't remembered the punch that Elder Ben gave just now!"

Hearing Xiaojiao's sarcastic words, the anger in Jiang Zhengyuan's heart surged again.

The killing intent in the eyes looking at Xiaojiao was even more terrifying.

At the same time, the power on his body became even more terrifying.

The rolling coercion of the half-step empress period spread out even more vastly, centered on Jiang Zhengyuan, and quickly spread towards the surroundings.

Jiang Zhengyuan said so, but in fact, in Jiang Zhengyuan's heart, he was very surprised that Xiaojiao's injury recovered so quickly.

After all, the strength of his punch just now is not weak, if it is replaced by an ordinary martial artist in the early stage of the Emperor, his punch will undoubtedly kill him.

Unexpectedly, Xiaojiao only suffered a little injury, and the injury has healed within this short period of time.

How could Jiang Zhengyuan not be surprised by this?

"Old miscellaneous, I was letting you go just now, your grandpa Xiaojiao, otherwise, do you think you would still be standing here?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao's expression changed slightly, but in his words, Xiao Jiao was unwilling to show weakness in the slightest.

"Little reptile, I think you are courting death!"

Hearing Xiao Jiao's arrogant words, Jiang Zhengyuan made another fist with his palm, wanting to hit Xiao Jiao again.

At this moment, Xiaojiao has only transformed into a little snake, and his physique is not as strong as his main body.

Moreover, Jiang Zhengyuan's punch towards Xiaojiao was not his full strength, but it was at least 60% to 70% of his strength.

Although there is only a small difference in realm between the early stage of the Emperor and the middle stage of the Emperor, there is a huge difference in strength with this small difference in realm.

Under Jiang Zhengyuan's punch, let alone Xiaojiao could block it, it would be difficult for him not to die under this punch.

"Little Jiao, you can't stop this punch, back off!"

Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian hastily sent a voice transmission to Xiao Jiao.

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao instantly came to his senses, even though he still wanted to fight Jiang Zhengyuan, but thinking of Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao hesitated for a while, and then retreated.

"Old bastard, it seems that you want to carry out the shameless style of your Tianniu tribe to the end?"

Seeing Xiao Jiao retreating to the back, the next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes shrank suddenly, looking at Jiang Zhengyuan, the cold light in his eyes flickered endlessly.

"Shenlong Seal!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the instant punch and shouted angrily, and the Shenlong Seal instantly blocked him.

"Buzz..."

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian directly punched out seals one by one on the Shenlong Seal.

Following Mo Wentian's seals one by one, the dragon's seal had grown to a size of several thousand feet in just a few breaths.

On the seal of the dragon, there seems to be a peerless dragon roaring towards the void.

The rolling coercion is even more vast.

In an instant, the entire void seemed to vibrate. From a distance, it was terrifying and boundless.