Chapter 730 Entering the Forbidden Area

Jiuyou Mansion, the backyard.

"Follow me, hurry up..."

More than 300 disciples rushed towards the backyard.

And don't ask the sky.

The face was even more arrogant, although the disciples of Jiuyou Mansion around were angry in their hearts.

But no one dared to step forward and say a word.

"arrive!"

Finally, a group of people arrived in the backyard.

Empty backyard.

Without any warriors, the void is dark and scary.

It seems that there is something hidden here.

"Where are these three ancestors hiding?"

While shouting, Mo Wentian secretly thought about the three ancestors who came out of the temple.

How far has it reached now?

The current Mo Wentian doesn't know in his heart.

But Mo Wentian knows that these three people are definitely not so easy to deal with.

"Little Jiao, Huantian, be careful!"

Mo Wentian's voice sounded in the minds of Xiaojiao and Huantian.

"Yes, boss!"

"Boss, be careful too!"

Huantian's eyes glanced slightly at Mo Wentian.

The voices of the two.

It also sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Everyone, congratulations on being selected and entering the forbidden area to practice!"

At this moment, a soft laugh came, and the patriarch of Jiuyou Mansion came out from the forbidden area, behind this person.

followed by four elders.

Looking at the message and waiting for someone.

The patriarch's face was full of smiles.

But the four elders.

His expression was slightly gloomy.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

"Meet the elder!"

...

One after another figure hurriedly saluted the patriarch.

"Get up!"

The patriarch of the Jiuyou clan, with a smile on his face.

It's more intense.

But Mo Wentian felt a penetrating chill on this person.

"Everyone, the temple is here, and the places in the temple are limited. If you want to enter the temple to practice, you can only enter 20 people at a time!"

"Twenty of you, follow me!"

The patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan's eyes fell on the twenty people in front of him.

Following the words of the Jiuyou clan.

There was joy in the eyes of the twenty people.

The other Jiuyou clan disciples looked at these twenty people with envy.

"Thank you Patriarch!"

"Thank you Patriarch!"

...

One after another, they looked at the chief of the Jiuyou Clan excitedly.

"Patriarch, they..."

The Fifth Elder stood up with a slight hesitation on his face.

"Fifth elder, step back!"

The patriarch of the Jiuyou clan gave the fifth elder a cold look.

Jiuyou Gong.

That is an ancient divine skill, he must obtain this skill.

If you get this skill.

Perhaps his cultivation base can be promoted from the Great Heaven to the Heavenly Monarch.

even stronger.

"Twenty of you, go in quickly!"

Looking at the twenty people in front of him, the patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan shouted coldly.

"Yes Yes!"

A group of figures hurried towards the temple.

"These three old guys, in this temple?"

Behind the crowd, Mo Wentian's eyes shone with light. The temple was completely different from when Mo Wentian saw it for the first time.

Its top is extremely ordinary.

Those lines didn't have the slightest luster, as if they had been abandoned for countless years.

On the steps in front of the God Point.

There is no more dust!

"Boss, what are these people doing?"

Huantian's voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Death!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold.

The temple is normal.

But in the temple, Mo Wentian felt an extremely evil aura.

"Death?"

Huantian's expression changed slightly.

He really thought so.

The patriarch asked the disciples of the Jiuyou clan to come to cultivate, but he didn't expect...

That is his disciple of Jiuyou Clan.

This patriarch is a bit too vicious.

"In the face of interests, kinship is nothing!"

Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of sneers, the Jiuyou clan, how ridiculous!

They really thought.

Will these three old fellows help the Jiuyou Clan?

If Mo Wentian remembered correctly, these three old fellows should have come from the Demon Realm!

Will they help the Jiuyou Clan?

"Wait a minute, you are the last to go in!"

Mo Wentian's deep voice sounded in Huantian's mind.

"Yes, boss!"

Huantian quickly agreed.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

"No……"

But at this moment, in the temple, one after another terrified voices came.

"Jie Jie..."

"It's been a long time since my ancestor devoured so much flesh and blood, so happy..."

"It's delicious!"

...

In the temple, a wave of evil energy rose to the sky.

That evil spirit.

As if to devour everything.

"what happened?"

"What happened in the temple!"

...

Outside, the expressions of the Jiuyou clan's disciples changed drastically, and screams came from the temple.

That scream was extremely miserable.

It was as if something terrible had happened inside.

"Don't kill me, no!"

"ah……"

The last scream came, and the temple finally fell silent.

But a strong smell of blood.

But with the temple as the center of gravity, it spread.

"In the end what happened?"

A disciple of Jiuyoufu's body trembled slightly.

at this moment.

A bad premonition seemed to rise in their hearts.

"You twenty people, go in!"

At this moment, the patriarch of Jiuyou Mansion took a step forward and pointed at the twenty people in front of him.

Coldly shouted.

The face of the Patriarch of Jiuyou Clan was even more indifferent.

Four elders.

Taking a deep breath, their faces also turned cold.

"Patriarch, I, I, I..."

"I do not want to go!"

A disciple of the Jiuyou clan stood up with a trembling voice.

other disciples.

Also full of surprise.

"Don't want to go?"

The patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan has extremely indifferent eyes.

"If you don't go, you will die!"

But at the next moment, the eyes of the chief of the Jiuyou Clan suddenly became extremely cold.

Shot with one palm.

One after another, the power of the Nine Nethernesses rolled out.

"Patriarch, you..."

"Pfft..."

The terrifying palm force directly passed through the man's chest, covering the man's entire body.

His face was extremely pale.

There was a blood hole in his chest.

Through the blood hole, you can see the scene behind him from the front.

"Fan Qing!"

"Fan Qing..."

...

A series of exclamations came.

The breath on this person began to dissipate, and there was disbelief in his eyes.

"boom!"

The person's body fell directly to the ground.

"Fan Qing is dead!"

A group of Jiuyou clan disciples were trembling.

The eyes that looked at the patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan were full of disbelief.

Fan Qing was killed by the patriarch.

"My patriarch arranged a place for you to practice, it's for your own good!"

"Disobedient people!"

"My patriarch doesn't like it!"

Wiping the blood off his palm, the patriarch looked at a group of Jiuyou clan disciples and said with a chuckle.

That smile made my heart shudder.

"Boss, this patriarch is really cruel!"

Huantian took a deep breath.

"Cruel and merciless?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of light flickered.

Mo Wentian's heart.

It seems to understand something.

"The demons plundered the world. Could it be that these three patriarchs are trying to recover with the help of the Jiuyou clan?"

Mo Wentian's eyes turned slightly cold.

The three patriarchs are the powerful Tianjun. If they are allowed to recover, let alone Mo Wentian, this world will turn into a demon realm.

"Wait a minute, let in!"

"You guys watch outside!"

Mo Wentian's deep voice rang in the minds of Huantian and Xiaojiao.

"Boss..."

"Boss!"

Xiaojiao and Huantian's expressions changed at the same time when they heard these words.

That's the five big heavenly powerhouses guarding outside, plus the three old guys in the temple, Mo Wentian went in.

What danger?

"Don't worry!"

"My fate is very hard!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of coldness flickered.

"If you don't go in, you will die..."

"I'll go in!"

Just when the patriarch was about to strike again, a deep voice came, and Mo Wentian came out with a full face.

"Seventh son!"

"It turned out to be him!"

...

A group of people stared blankly at Mo Wentian.

The patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan was also a little surprised, the one who stood up was Mo Wentian?

"What's there to be afraid of, Master Ben!"

"A group of people who are afraid of death!"

Mo Wentian glanced at a group of Jiuyou clan disciples with disdain on his face, then turned around and walked directly towards the temple.

That arrogant look.

The people watching were in a daze for a while.