Chapter 1618

This person is Yiming, the patriarch of the alien race. Originally, he thought that the last picture of the dragon reaching the sky must belong to him.

He even made a plan to lead the four of them to the Martial Dao Holy Land, but unexpectedly, Mo Wentian would divide the last picture of the dragon reaching the sky into four places to exchange.

Naturally, ten thousand people were unwilling to make this strange noise!

"Unkind?"

"If you think it's not kind, you can choose not to exchange, there are plenty of people who want this place!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said with an evil smile.

Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest liking for this alien cry.

If this person wants to change, he can change. If he doesn't change, if he still finds fault, Mo Wentian doesn't mind, and he will solve him directly.

"Ask the Lord of Heaven, you..."

Looking at Mo Wentian, a killing intent rose in Yiming's eyes.

"Boss, this person has a lot of hostility. It seems that this person is very dissatisfied with your actions!"

Looking at this scene, Xiaojiao came to Mo Wentian's side in a flash, and said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Dissatisfied with this emperor?"

"Yi Ming, Xiaojiao said that you are dissatisfied with the emperor, is this true?"

"If you are dissatisfied with this emperor, you might as well speak out directly, this emperor is easy to talk to!"

Hearing Xiaojiao's words, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Yiming.

The radian at the corner of the mouth became more and more intense.

"No...no!"

"Ask the Emperor of Heaven, my foreign race only wants to exchange for one quota, one quota is enough, and I hope that you can fulfill it!"

For some reason, being swept away by Mo Wentian's eyes, Yi Ming only felt an incomparably cold chill sweeping towards him.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

What's more, a bad premonition rose in Yi Ming's heart.

Although Mo Wentian had a smile on his face, he always felt that there was a knife hidden in Mo Wentian's smile, and that knife was enough to kill him.

In an instant, his original dissatisfaction with Mo Wentian completely subsided.

Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes immediately became respectful.

"Want a spot?"

"But this emperor doesn't want to give you this quota!"

Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold, and his deep voice became even colder.

The strange sound in front of me, even if I give him the last spot, I am afraid that he will not make me happy if he is in the passage.

Why would he cause trouble for himself!

"Don't give it...don't give it to me?"

"Mo Wentian, I gave you face, but you are still willing to give me a spot for a foreigner?"

"When you go to the Celestial Immortal Realm, don't you worry about your Heaven Devouring Kingdom?"

When he heard that Mo Wentian would not exchange the last quota for him, Yiming instantly became angry.

Looking at Mo Wentian, a terrifying murderous intent suddenly rose in those eyes.

If eyes can kill, Mo Wentian has already been beheaded countless times.

"Worried about my Heaven Devouring Kingdom?"

"Yi Ming, it seems that you are threatening the Emperor?"

His eyes shrank suddenly, and an incomparably cold chill spread out from Mo Wentian's body.

At the same time, the aura on Mo Wentian's body also rapidly increased.

A wave of coercion like a king burst out violently in an instant, enveloping towards the strange sound.

"What a terrifying power!"

"Ask the Heavenly Emperor, is this angry!"

"Is Yiming's head squeezed by the door? How dare he speak like that in front of the Lord of Heaven!"

"Dare to threaten to ask the Lord of the Heavenly Emperor, I see Yiming is dead today!"

"It's a good thing we know each other and got this spot!"

...

Feeling the terrible coercion, more than a dozen figures in the palace of Youlong suddenly made a commotion.

At this moment, they only felt extremely fortunate that they were able to replace their seats in Mo Wentian's hands.

"Hiss..."

That king-like coercion hit, and Yiming's body couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, his knees were even more disappointing, and he wanted to kneel down directly to Mo Wentian, but Yiming still forcibly supported him.

"Boss, this old bastard, it's enough for me to deal with it!"

"Why do you need to do it yourself!"

And at this moment, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed, landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, and offered to invite Ying.

"Um!"

"Alright, your cultivation has just broken through, this old bastard just wants to see how far your cultivation has reached!"

Mo Wentian nodded.

Xiaojiao's cultivation has just broken through, and the strange sound in front of him, his cultivation has reached the realm of the emperor's consummation, this kind of cultivation is just a test of Xiaojiao's strength.

Seeing that Mo Wentian agreed, Xiao Jiao's face lit up with joy.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Xiaojiao directly transformed into a thousand-foot dragon, standing proudly in the void.

At this moment, Xiaojiao's dragon body is light blue. In the Dragon Palace, Xiaojiao's light blue dragon body exudes an incomparably cold chill.

"Master Xiaojiao, the chill is so terrifying!"

"What kind of Dragon Clan is Master Xiaojiao? Why can he emit such a terrible chill?"

"Master Xiao Jiao is not from the Frost Dragon Clan, is it? No, the Frost Dragon Clan is not so strong!"

"Master Xiaojiao fought Yiming, this is a good show to watch!"

"I don't think Lord Xiao Jiao will be Yiming's opponent, but there is a family of witchcraft and strange beasts in Yiming's hands!"

...

Looking at Xiaojiao in the void, those warriors with hidden races started talking instantly.

At this moment, in their hearts, they are still more optimistic about the strange sound.

After all, it has been a long time since Yiming broke through to the Emperor's Consummation, and there are witches and beasts in Yiming's hands.

This voodoo monster has seriously injured even the strongest in the early stage of Tianzun.

"Little Jiao, be careful!"

Hearing the voices of discussion, Mo Wentian quickly reminded Xiaojiao.

"Boss, don't worry!"

"The strength of this old bastard is not bad, but he will definitely not be my opponent!"

Xiao Jiao's face was full of confidence.

"This little dragon!"

Seeing Xiao Jiao's confident appearance, Mo Wentian grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and raised an arc.

The strength of the strange sound in front of him is not bad, but Mo Wentian is very clear that this strange sound will not be Xiaojiao's opponent.

It was precisely because of this that Mo Wentian was relieved to let Xiao Jiao fight with him!

"Ho Ho..."

The next moment, in the void, terrifying dragon chants resounded.

I saw Xiaojiao hovering in the void for a few weeks, and then stopped, looking at the strange sound with those eyes, the killing intent in his eyes was extremely wanton.

At the same time, the aura on Xiaojiao's body also rapidly rose.

"Little earthworm, what are you clamoring for?"

"Do you think you will be my opponent?"

Looking at Xiaojiao, Yiming let out a long breath.

Although the words were said calmly, in fact, there was a sense of fear in Yi Ming's heart.