Chapter 731

This Seventh Young Master is usually very afraid of death, but today...

"you……"

The patriarch of the Jiuyou clan also took a deep breath.

But the next moment.

His face turned cold again.

"Nineteen of you, go in with Qi'er!"

Looking at the nineteen people in front of him, the patriarch said coldly.

"Not yet!"

"Yes Yes!"

...

A group of figures walked towards the temple tremblingly.

In front of the temple.

"Boss, it's weird in here!"

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

"Weird? It's not just weird, it's evil at all!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold.

The temple looked very ordinary on the surface, but in this temple, Mo Wentian felt an extremely evil aura.

Coming from the shop, that aura seemed to swallow everything, and it made people feel hairy.

"evil?"

Huantian's expression changed slightly.

"Be careful later, wait for my order to act!"

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

"Yes, boss!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Huantian quickly agreed.

"Boom..."

Mo Wentian's twenty people had just arrived in front of the temple, and the whole temple shook.

The door of the temple.

automatically open.

"It's so cold!"

A group of Jiuyou clan disciples trembled slightly.

As if in that temple.

Like hiding something scary.

"Go in!"

The patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan has boundless indifference in his eyes.

"Could it be that you are afraid, if you are afraid, then go back!"

"Master Ben is gone!"

After looking contemptuously at the dozen or so people, Mo Wentian turned around and entered the temple.

"The Seventh Young Master has gone in, it should be fine!"

"Let's go in too!"

...

A dozen people saw Mo Wentian go in, and one by one, they also followed.

"boom!"

A dozen people had just entered, and the door of the main hall closed automatically.

"Twenty, not one, Jie Jie...!"

Suddenly, a strange voice came.

An evil aura came over the face, Mo Wentian looked up, and saw three pairs of green lights in the temple.

Stare at yourself.

Those eyes were extremely hot.

As if seeing prey.

"Who are you and why did you appear in our temple?"

Looking at the three ancestors in front of him, a man shouted tremblingly.

Those three eyes.

Incomparably evil, a bad premonition suddenly rose in the hearts of the twenty people.

"A group of dying people, what nonsense!"

The eldest among the three ancestors glanced at the disciple who spoke, his eyes were suddenly cold and boundless, and an evil breath came out of the seat.

The disciple who spoke just now felt that his legs were a little weak.

"You... who the hell are you...?"

Before the disciple could finish his words, the middle-aged man standing at the front struck out instantly with a palm.

"boom!"

The terrifying palm force came in an instant.

The man didn't even have the slightest resistance, and his head exploded directly.

Red and white things.

Splash all around.

The strong smell of blood permeated the entire temple.

"Jie Jie...Boss, give this to me!"

There was a strange laugh, and amidst the astonishment on the faces of the crowd, countless evil auras were seen crazily spreading out from the man's body.

These evil auras enveloped this person, and the blood aura in this person's body spread towards him crazily.

Just a few breaths.

The man in front of him turned into a mummy.

"Well, it tastes really good!"

The strange man had a satisfied face, as if he had tasted the best delicacy of time.

"Crack!"

The skeleton shattered to the ground, and the skull head rolled directly to Mo Wentian's feet.

Mo Wentian looked at the skull under his feet, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, as he expected, the patriarch of the Jiuyou clan sent someone over.

Not for cultivation, but to die!

The sound of the skeleton falling came, and everyone regained their composure instantly and looked around.

On the ground, a place of bones.

"Li Yan is dead!"

"No... I want to go out!"

"Let us out!"

"..."

Except for Mo Wentian and Huantian, everyone else rushed towards the gate.

But the door of the temple was closed, no matter how hard they tried.

The door of the temple just doesn't budge!

"Do you still want to go out after entering?"

Suddenly, three figures approached in an instant.

The three pairs of green eyes glowed with an evil light, and the hearts of those who watched felt chills.

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

"Let me do anything, don't..."

The three figures approached, and the dozen or so people felt a strange and evil aura sweeping over them.

The body trembled subconsciously.

Even, in the face of death, everyone knelt down and kowtowed to the three of them.

"Boss, the disciples of the Jiuyou Clan are just like that!"

"What a disgrace!"

Looking at the disciples of the Jiuyou clan who were kneeling and begging for mercy, Huantian's eyes were full of disdain.

"The patriarch of the Jiuyou clan even gave up his own son for profit!"

"Is the face important to them?"

Mo Wentian grinned slightly, and a sneer sounded in Huantian's mind.

"That's right, the boss is right, they are shameless!"

Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest affection for this group of disciples from the Jiuyou Clan in front of him, and neither did Huantian.

"The strength of the three old dogs should not be underestimated, be careful!"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, and a cold voice came to Huantian's mind.

"Yes, boss!"

Huantian quickly responded.

"It's your blessing to be devoured by my ancestor, Jie Jie..."

Suddenly, an incomparably weird laughter came.

A pair of green lights burst out, emitting a terrifying and boundless light.

As soon as these words fell, the next moment, one of the three ancestors made a move in an instant.

A huge hand of hundreds of feet appeared in the void, billowing with evil spirit.

In an instant, all the disciples of the Jiuyou clan who were kneeling on the ground were surrounded.

"No……"

"Do not kill me!"

"I don't want to die!"

...

A series of exclamations sounded.

But at the next moment, the countless evil spirits on that giant palm crazily entwined towards a group of Jiuyou clan disciples.

"What the hell is this, my vitality and strength are passing away, no..."

"Let us go, let us go!"

...

A group of disciples looked very impressive.

I saw the evil spirit enveloped, and the faces of a group of Jiuyou clan disciples instantly rose around.

Became a seventy-year-old man.

Then, it became a bone of blood.

But within a few breaths, the screams stopped abruptly.

In the temple.

Only the bones of the earth remained.

"It's just a group of ants, but they still want to escape from the palm of my ancestor!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were extremely wanton. As the group of people turned into bones, the middle-aged man's face looked a little younger, and his aura also strengthened a lot.

"Boss, your cultivation is recovering faster!"

"At this speed, it will recover soon!"

Behind the man, the other two also quickly stood up and said.

"Boss, there are two more!"

But at this moment, the three of them seemed to have discovered something, and their eyes fell on the corner of the temple.

In the corner, Mo Wentian and Huantian.

Standing there quietly.