Chapter 732: Everyone Will Die!

Mo Wentian and Huantian stood in the corner, their faces extremely indifferent.

In the temple.

The silence is a little scary!

"Boss, there are actually two more!"

"Will you reward me with these two?"

One of the three ancestors looked at Mo Wentian with an evil light on his face.

There was a touch of heat in this person's eyes, as if he saw a prey in his eyes.

"good!"

The middle-aged man gave Mo Wentian a contemptuous look.

"Little guy, obediently become the food of this ancestor!"

The middle-aged man smiled strangely, and approached Mo Wentian. The middle-aged man didn't seem to want to kill Mo Wentian anytime soon, and there was a playfulness in his eyes.

"Boss, these three old guys want to devour us!"

There was a flash of light in Huantian's eyes, and Mo Wentian's eyes also narrowed slightly. As the group of people was devoured, the aura of the three of them was obviously increasing. Obviously, these ancestors of the Jiuyou Clan were relying on Follow the disciples of the Jiuyou Clan.

Restoration.

"What a patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan!"

"The method is really ruthless!"

In Mo Wentian's heart, he couldn't help but gasp, that was the patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan, and a disciple of the Jiuyou Clan.

Give it alive to be devoured.

How vicious this is!

"Boss, what are we going to do now?"

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

"Wait and see!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely low.

Three middle-aged men.

Although the evil spirit on the body is terrifying.

But the cultivation base has only returned to the early stage of the Great Heaven!

This level of cultivation is not terrible, but these three old guys have lived for an unknown number of years, and they must have many methods. If you want to kill these three people, even the strongest in the peak of the heavens may not be able to do it !

As for Mo Wentian, it was even more difficult.

"It's your honor to be the food of this ancestor!"

"Jie Jie..."

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian with an extremely wanton smile in his eyes.

Excited middle-aged man.

But he didn't realize that Mo Wentian and Huantian in front of them didn't panic like other disciples.

He seemed to be waiting for something!

"Boy, die!"

The middle-aged man approached Mo Wentian step by step. In the temple, the silence was a bit scary, and the middle-aged man was waving his hands wildly and recklessly.

"Nine Nether Demon Palms!"

An indifferent voice sounded.

The middle-aged man slapped a palm, and the evil energy in the entire temple shook wildly.

Countless evil spirits are in the void.

A vortex was formed, and the vortex grew rapidly, reaching the size of ten feet in an instant.

It became a ten-foot handprint.

On the fingerprints, there are streaks of evil spirit wantonly.

It seems that there is a magic howl.

That voice makes one's scalp tingle, in the temple.

It is like becoming an ancient demon realm.

Very scary!

"Boss, is this old man going to kill us?"

Huantian's voice sounded a bit panicked. These three people are old monsters who have lived for an unknown number of years. If this person makes a move, then Mo Wentian's identity will be exposed. At that time, the entire Jiuyou clan will be killed. surrounded by disciples.

I'm afraid I can't escape and read it!

"Don't worry!"

Mo Wentian's voice.

With a bit of coldness.

In Lengyi's body, the four sword star cores spun crazily.

Rolling sword energy.

Rolling in Mo Wentian's body.

"You must kill him with a sword, otherwise..."

Mo Wentian's mind is running very fast, and the middle-aged man's methods are unknown.

One sword can't kill this person.

Then Mo Wentian, he will never be able to kill this person again.

As for leaving?

it's out of the question!

Mo Wentian is now in the Jiuyou Clan, not to mention the four elders and patriarchs of the Jiuyou Clan outside, just the three old guys in front of him.

It is absolutely impossible to let Mo Wentian go.

There are countless demon souls in the temple.

It was all because of Mo Wentian's death.

These three old men, I'm afraid they can't wait to swallow him alive now.

"die!"

The cold voice came again.

"Boom!"

The whole temple trembled.

The ten-foot palm print.

It seemed as if Mo Wentian and Mo Wentian were going to be smashed into pieces.

"Third brother, the two ants are just ants, gobble them up quickly!"

"There's still more to come!"

In the temple, the last man's eyes were shining with hot light.

obviously.

He couldn't wait any longer.

"Jie Jie..."

"Second brother is right!"

The middle-aged man gave a strange laugh, then waved his hand, and the palm print fell.

With the palm prints falling.

The middle-aged man instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

He seemed to have seen that Mo Wentian died tragically under this palm, and the magic kung fu was cast, rolling out the power of the Nine Netherworld.

Going towards Mo Wentian enveloped.

"That's it!"

Right there in the palm of his hand, Mo Wentian even felt it.

The demon soul pounced on his face.

At this moment, Mo Wentian made a move.

"Little Jiao, help me!"

With a cold shout, the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword appeared directly in Mo Wentian's hands.

"Yes, boss!"

Xiaojiao's figure flashed and landed directly on Mo Wentian's shoulder. Huantian also turned into his original form and landed in Mo Wentian's arms. The monster power in the two of them rushed into Mo Wentian's body crazily.

"The Heaven Devouring Sword!"

"A sword can break the world, you remaining soul!"

"Sacrifice the sword for this emperor!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Wentian struck out with a sword, and the next moment, the light of the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword surged, and that resplendent sword light seemed to devour the heavens and the earth.

"boom……"

Void, smashed directly.

The turbulent flow of the void surged out.

Standing in the turbulence of the void.

Mo Wentian's momentum soared crazily. At this moment, he seemed to be the supreme sword god from the chaos.

One sword can kill gods and demons!

"Broken!"

Shouting again and again, that sword soared into the sky.

Ten feet of magic palm.

Crush instantly!

Rolling demon energy, nothing left!

"wrong……"

"Third brother, be careful!"

At this moment, the three ancestors in the temple finally came to their senses.

But alas.

It's too late!

"what happened?"

The third child's face changed slightly, but at the moment when he turned his head.

his eyes.

come together at one point.

It was a sword light, and in that sword light, he seemed to see the destruction of the world.

The prehistoric collapse!

That sword is terrible!

"This is the Heaven Devouring Sword..."

"No……"

The third child's body trembled slightly, and he didn't even have time to stop, the sword had already come.

That sword was too fast!

"Pfft..."

The sword light flashed away.

The eyes of the middle-aged man were wide open, and the pupils were in the middle.

With fear!

"Buzz..."

At this moment, a figure solidified in front of the middle-aged man. It was a young man with a divine sword in his hand, his eyes.

Despise the infinite.

"It's you!"

The middle-aged man spit out the last sentence.

his face.

With a touch of unwillingness.

The whole person fell to the ground.

The moment the middle-aged man fell down, countless blood seemed to be drained from the middle-aged man.

Turned into a mummy.

"boom!"

On the ground, a cloud of dust was stirred up.

"Third!"

"Third!"

As the middle-aged man fell down, the other two finally came to their senses.

The two looked at Mo Wentian.

The killing intent in his eyes soared!

"Self-inflicted!"

"I can't live!"

Mo Wentian's faint voice sounded, Xiaojiao and Huantian stuck their heads out of Mo Wentian's arms at the same time.

Looking at the fallen middle-aged man.

The eyes of the two were also full of sneers.

"Boy, it was you, you killed the third child?"

At this moment, the two middle-aged men seemed to think of something, and their eyes suddenly turned cold. How could they be unfamiliar with Mo Wentian in front of them? In the temple, it was Mo Wentian, with that terrifying divine orb, Destroyed all demon souls.

Now, there are only three of them left.

To Mo Wentian.

He still didn't want to let them go.

To kill them all!

"This emperor is not going to kill him alone!"

"You two are still going to die!"

In Mo Wentian's hand, the Heaven Devouring Sword trembled slightly, and there was a terrifying killing intent on the sword.

Soar into the sky.