Chapter 1440 Fate Matters?

"Surrender? You beheaded our young master, and you still want us to surrender, don't even think about it!"

"That's right, what's more, your cultivation is not as good as the perfection of a heavenly king. If you ask us to surrender to this divine dragon, we will still consider it, but if you ask us to surrender to you, it is simply impossible!"

"We can't surrender, we have already sent a voice transmission to the patriarch, I believe the patriarch will be back soon!"

"When the patriarch comes back, it will be your death!"

...

Countless disciples of the Youlong Clan looked at Mo Wentian with fierce expressions on their faces.

But their mouths are full of promises, but their bodies are very honest.

At this moment, their bodies retreated subconsciously.

"The emperor has given you the opportunity!"

"If you don't submit, you can't blame this emperor!"

Mo Wentian glanced coldly at the disciples of the Youlong Clan, and an incomparably cold murderous intent rose in his eyes.

"Little Jiao, let's do it!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and hurriedly said to Xiaojiao beside him.

"Okay, boss!"

"These ants can be dealt with in minutes!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao quickly agreed, and his face was even more confident at the moment.

It was as if he didn't pay much attention to the disciples of the Youlong clan in front of him.

"Ho Ho..."

Immediately, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and transformed into a thousand-foot dragon, standing proudly in the void.

The billowing dragon's majesty came out vastly, and it was extremely terrifying when viewed from a distance.

"Ants, let's go!"

A cold voice sounded.

In the void, Xiaojiao's tens of feet of dragon tail swept directly towards the disciples of the Youlong clan.

"ah……"

"No……"

"Don't kill..."

...

The moment Xiaojiao's dragon tail fell, one after another screams resounded instantly.

The remaining disciples of the Youlong clan fled in a panic at this moment.

At this moment, they have already forgotten the words they just said.

Now there is only one thought in their hearts, that is to survive, as for the others, they are not important!

"Little Jiao, that's enough!"

Looking at the countless disciples of the Youlong clan who were frantically fleeing, Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice.

"Boss, not enough!"

"I just made a move, how can this be enough!"

"There are still so many ants that have not been killed!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao's expression darkened instantly.

He was just about to have a good fight when Mo Wentian told him to stop.

It's like having an itchy foot, but just scratching it lightly through your boots, how can this relieve the itching?

Mo Wentian asked him to end it so quickly, he was naturally unwilling!

"Xiaojiao, these ants are still useful for the emperor to keep, not to mention, they are just some ants, and you will not be challenging to fight!"

"This emperor promises you that when this emperor takes down the Youlong Blade, he will create opportunities for you and let you have a great fight!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jiao's expression that changed instantly, grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and coughed lightly.

"Boss, what you said is very good!"

"These are just some ants, even if they are killed, there is no sense of accomplishment!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao also seemed to think it made sense, and turned into a little snake directly, landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, and nodded.

"Boss, this little Jiao is really a fool!"

But at this moment, a gleam flashed in Huantian's eyes, and he secretly sent a voice transmission to Mo Wentian.

"This emperor is not fooling me, the big battle is indeed not far away!"

As if thinking of something, a trace of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.

"This dragon is really terrifying!"

"Hundreds of people were directly killed by one tail, and they were all strong men who had reached the realm of the emperor!"

"Even if it's the joint efforts of all of us, we won't be the enemy of this dragon!"

"Let's surrender!"

"I surrender, I don't want to die, I am willing to surrender!"

...

The remaining figures stared at Xiaojiao's rapidly changing figure and froze in place for an instant.

When they came back to their senses, they didn't want to run away anymore.

Because they knew very well in their hearts that they couldn't escape if they wanted to!

"Plop..."

But in just a few breaths, the countless disciples of the Youlong clan bowed down to Mo Wentian.

There was no disrespect in their expressions.

"Since you are willing to surrender, then take these pills!"

Mo Wentian looked at the disciples of the Youlong clan who were kneeling on the ground, his eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly.

As he said that, Mo Wentian's mind moved slightly, and countless pills shining with mysterious light appeared in front of everyone.

The countless pills piled up to form a small mountain.

"What kind of elixir are these? The power emanating from this elixir is so mysterious!"

"The power on the elixir seems to be the power of the soul!"

"The power of the soul? If we take the elixir infused with the power of the soul, then we will have to listen to him in everything, and our life and death will also be in his hands!"

"After taking this elixir, what is the difference between us and his dogs?"

...

Seeing the countless elixir appear, countless disciples of the Youlong clan exploded in an instant.

Especially when they saw that the elixir contained Mo Wentian's soul power, a trace of fear rose in their hearts instantly.

What's more, at this moment, some disciples even resisted.

"This emperor gives you three seconds to think about it. If you don't take the elixir, you will die!"

Hearing those discussions, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank, and he said coldly.

At the same time, Mo Wentian clenched his palm into a fist, and above the fist, a peerless divine dragon roared crazily towards the disciples of the Youlong Clan.

The fist was rolling, and the aura on Mo Wentian's body also rose rapidly at this moment.

It seemed that the next moment, that terrifying force was about to burst out violently.

"Death if you don't take the pill? The breath on his body is terrible!"

"I think we should surrender, the young master is not even his opponent, let alone us?"

"I am willing to take the pill!"

"I am also willing to take the pill!"

...

The berserk power invaded, and countless warriors felt a terrifying killing intent attacking them.

The next moment, countless warriors quickly walked towards the pile of pills, picked up a pill and took it without hesitation.

"Boss, it seems that these lives are still very important!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth.

These disciples of the Youlong clan originally vowed to defend the Youlong clan to the death.

But now everyone can't wait to crawl to eat the elixir that Mo Wentian has possessed the power of spirit and soul. Mo Wentian finds this appearance a little funny.