Chapter 1584 The Last Scream

On the surface Mo Zhan did not have the slightest injury, but Mo Zhan's mind was hurt by Mo Wentian's soul-destroying power.

In fact, if it wasn't for Mo Zhan's arrogance, he wouldn't have taken him seriously.

Relying on Mo Wentian's 800-foot-high spirit, it is impossible to enter Mo Zhan's mind, and if he cannot enter the mind, the power of destroying souls will naturally not be able to hurt Mo Zhan's mind.

"puff……"

Mo Wentian didn't say Mo Zhan didn't feel it, but when Mo Wentian said this, Mo Zhan felt his heart tremble instantly.

The next moment, a mouthful of blood also spurted out from his mouth.

"Boy, you..."

"This... is this impossible at all?"

Feeling the injury in his mind, Mo Zhan looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of embarrassment.

Especially when he probed into the depths of his mind, Mo Zhan's pitch-black eyes couldn't help but widen when he was already severely wounded by Mo Wentian's Soul-Exterminating Sword Art.

"Ask the Lord God, are you alright?"

Seeing Mo Wentian stand up, Ji Wujing also stood up quickly, and said worriedly.

Although Mo Wentian's strength is very good, but Mo Wentian's cultivation base is really too poor.

In the early days of the Emperor, if the Demon War was at its peak, to kill Mo Wentian, there was no need to go to great lengths, one finger would be enough to kill him!

"I'm fine!"

Mo Wentian smiled faintly at Ji Wujing.

"I'm fine?"

"Didn't Senior Shenzhu say that I am a member of the God Clan? And this God Suppressing Tower is an artifact specially designed to kill the God Clan. Why was it that I was injured by this God Suppressing Tower, but only suffered physical injuries?"

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Mo Wentian frowned slightly.

"Buzz..."

But at this moment, in the Wentian Pavilion, a burst of fluctuations came.

Immediately, a figure appeared in Wentian Pavilion.

This figure is exactly the elder Shenzhu that Mo Wentian is very familiar with.

"Boy, you don't need to worry about these things. When you should know, you will naturally know!"

"As for now, your most important thing is to solve this magic battle!"

"Don't look at this demon war being hurt by you, but if you don't strike while the iron is hot and give him a chance to breathe, his strength will slowly recover. At that time, it will not be something you and Boy Ji can solve!"

In the eyes of the elder Shenzhu, a trace of light flashed across, and he lowered his voice.

"Thank you, Senior Shenzhu, for reminding me!"

Hearing the old man's words, Mo Wentian understood instantly.

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't even think about his identity, but put all his attention on dealing with the demon battle.

"Nothing is impossible!"

"Old miscellaneous, today is your death day!"

Immediately, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, he looked at Mo Zhan, and said coldly and arrogantly.

That appearance, seems to be the supreme ancient king, billowing coercion, coming out vastly.

"That's right!"

"Mo Zhan, today is your death day, but it's a pity that you died so early!"

Ji Wujing's expression also turned cold, and he said sharply.

"Pity?"

Hearing this, Mo Zhan's heart was full of puzzlement.

"Old bastard, if you die today, then you will not see the day when my Celestial Realm will destroy your Celestial Demon Realm, and you will not see your countless disciples from the Celestial Demon Realm becoming slaves to my Celestial Realm..."

Ji Wujing's voice was extremely cold.

At the same time, an extremely cold chill spread from Ji Wujing's body.

That coldness seems to be able to freeze people directly.

"Heavenly Immortal Realm?"

"Heavenly Demon Realm?"

"The two worlds seem to be incompatible!"

Hearing Ji Wujing's words, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he thought secretly in his heart.

Although Mo Wentian didn't know the situation in the Celestial Immortal Realm and the Celestial Demon Realm, just from Ji Wujing's words, he could tell that the Celestial Immortal Realm and the Celestial Demon Realm must be two hostile forces.

"Boy of the Ji family, you are really disgusting!"

"Today, you must die!"

But at this moment, Mo Zhan listened to Ji Wujing's words, especially when he heard that the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Realm were about to become the slaves of the disciples of the Celestial Immortal Realm, the rolling magic power on Mo Zhan's body was even more vast.

The next moment, Mo Zhan once again hit countless seals on the Zhenshen Pagoda.

It's just that the magic battle at this moment didn't care about Mo Wentian, but went towards Ji Wujing.

"This old bastard will die of his arrogance after all!"

Seeing Mo Zhan heading directly towards Ji Wujing, but ignoring him at all, a trace of joy rose in Mo Wentian's heart.

Extinguishing Soul Sword Secretly performed, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, holding the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword, and slashed directly at Mo Zhan's.

And at this moment, Ji Wujing, watching Mo Wentian's back attacking the demon war, the light in his eyes also skyrocketed.

"Soul Extermination Technique!"

"Old bastard, go to hell!"

With a stern shout, Ji Wujing played countless seal formulas.

The countless seal formulas formed a huge and incomparably extinguished character in the void, and fell towards Mo Zhan.

This time, Ji Wujing used all her strength.

Unable to explain why, Ji Wujing had a strong premonition in his heart when he saw Mo Wentian who was chasing after Mo Zhan.

This is an opportunity, a good opportunity to kill Demon Zhan!

"die!"

In Mo Zhan's eyes, there was also a terrifying and boundless killing intent.

The Zhenshen Pagoda fell towards Ji Wujing in an instant.

At this moment of the magic war, he is full of confidence in his heart. He has full confidence that Ji Wujing will definitely die under his god-suppressing tower.

As for Mo Wentian who followed behind him, he was so angry that Ji Wujing aroused him, he didn't pay attention to Mo Wentian at all.

"Clang clang..."

And just when he thought that Ji Wujing would surely die when his god-suppressing tower fell.

"ah……"

"No……"

...

Mo Zhan suddenly screamed.

Mo Zhan looked at his chest in disbelief, only to see that his chest had already been pierced by Mo Wentian's Heaven Devouring Sword.

"Tear..."

The next moment, Mo Wentian slid down the hand holding the Heaven Devouring Sword, directly from Mo Zhan's chest to his abdomen.

Wherever the Heaven Devouring Sword passed, the billowing devilish energy dissipated in an instant.

The phantom of the magic war, where the Heaven Devouring Sword passed, also became illusory.

But within a few breaths, the place Mo Wentian swallowed the Heavenly Divine Sword disappeared.

"This... this is impossible!"

"How could I die at the hands of a kid in the early days of the emperor!"

"No……"

...

A roar sounded.

This is also the final sound of the magic battle.

"Buzz..."

Just when the sound of the magic battle stopped abruptly, even the extremely black cloud of magic energy disappeared instantly in the void.