Chapter 762: Only Seven People Left
"A third escaped?"
Mo Wentian raised his eyebrows slightly.
I didn't care much in my heart.
The disciples of the Jiuyou Clan, some of them left just fine, what Mo Wentian wants is not a group of mobs, even if these people are kept, sooner or later, they will betray the Jiuyou Clan.
"The rest of the big heavenly powerhouses!"
"There are many?"
Looking at Wu Sheng, Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.
"Report to the master, there are only seventeen people left in the Great Heaven!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Wu Sheng said in a low voice.
"Seventeen?"
"It's really bad!"
Mo Wentian shook his head slightly, the gap between the Jiuyou Clan and the Demon Clan and Monster Clan is huge. Although Mo Wentian bestowed a lot of heavenly stone spirit objects last time, he wants to rely on these things to be comparable to the Demon Clan and the Monster Clan. ,it's out of the question.
"Summon these seventeen people!"
Looking at Wu Sheng, Mo Wentian said coldly.
"Yes, Master!"
Wu Sheng hurriedly withdrew respectfully.
A moment's work.
Seventeen Datian disciples of the Jiuyou clan entered the hall.
"Meet the ancestor!"
"Meet the ancestor!"
...
Seventeen people bowed respectfully to Mo Wentian.
"Tomorrow is the day when my Jiuyou Clan and the Demon Clan will fight, what can you do?"
Looking at the seventeen people, Mo Wentian said indifferently.
"The day of the battle?"
The expressions of the seventeen people became serious in an instant.
Several people.
His eyes flickered even more.
"At this station, the third elder of the Demon Clan is dispatched. This person is a strong Tianjun. If he makes a move, our Jiuyou Clan should be wiped out. If you seventeen want to leave the Jiuyou Clan Yes, then leave!"
Looking at the seventeen people, Mo Wentian sighed.
"Old Ancestor..."
"Old Ancestor!"
...
Hearing this, among the seventeen people, they couldn't help crying out in grief.
"Those who are willing to leave can be regarded as keeping the blood of my Jiuyou clan. This emperor will not blame you!"
Looking at the seventeen people, Mo Wentian said in a deep voice.
"Old Ancestor, this disciple is willing to leave!"
At this moment, a man stood up.
"Fan Yan, you..."
"The gap between the Demon Clan and my Jiuyou Clan is really too big. If the disciple leaves the Jiuyou Clan, he must secretly expand our Jiuyou Clan!"
Kneeling in front of Mo Wentian, the man said firmly.
"What a good boy!"
"Let's go!"
Mo Wentian waved slightly.
"Everyone, farewell!"
Seeing Mo Wentian waving his hand, this person breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stood up.
directly left.
"I'm leaving too..."
"I'm leaving too!"
...
After a while, several figures stood up again.
"Let's go!"
"Let's go!"
...
Mo Wentian shook his head slightly.
In a quarter of an hour.
Of the seventeen people, only seven remained.
Ten of them.
left again.
"Master, we..."
The patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan, his face was flushed red, tomorrow is the day of the battle between the Jiuyou Clan and the Demon Clan, but now less than 10% of the Jiuyou Clan's disciples are left, which makes him the leader of the Jiuyou Clan The former patriarch, how could his face not be red?
"You seven, why did you stay?"
Looking at the seven people, Mo Wentian asked indifferently.
"Old Ancestor, we are disciples of the Jiuyou Clan, even if we die!"
"I will die in the Jiuyou Clan too!"
Kneeling in front of Mo Wentian, one of them stood up and said firmly.
"That's right, so what about the demons, the worst is to fight them!"
"Even if it is death, I will pull a back!"
...
The remaining seven people had extremely fierce eyes.
"good!"
Looking at the seven people in front of him, Mo Wentian laughed.
People from the Jiuyou tribe.
Finally, there are still a few, which are barely usable.
"From now on, the seven of you will be the seven new elders of the Jiuyou Clan!"
"We will win this battle!"
Looking at the seven people, a bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Demons are scary?
The third elder is Tianjun?
The current Mo Wentian is really fearless!
The cultivation base has reached the perfection of the Great Heaven, and coupled with the Zidijun body that is close to perfection, the current Mo Wentian, one punch is enough to smash the perfect powerhouse of the Great Heaven. To break through, the strong Tianjun can be smashed easily!
"Thank you, Patriarch!"
"Thank you, Patriarch!"
...
In the eyes of the seven people, they were extremely determined.
"Wu Sheng, take them back!"
"yes!"
Wu Sheng quickly retreated with seven people.
In Tiancheng.
Countless disciples of the Jiuyou clan left quickly.
The entire Celestial City.
It became a lot more bleak in an instant.
"Boss, this Jiuyou clan is too rotten!"
Xiaojiao looked at the empty Tiancheng, his eyes were full of sarcasm, compared to Mo Wentian's Heaven Devouring God Kingdom, this Jiuyou clan is nothing!
"The patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan is a selfish person. There are still a few people left in the Jiuyou Clan, which is considered pretty good!"
Mo Wentian smiled faintly.
After the disciples of the Jiuyou Clan left, Mo Wentian didn't feel much fluctuation in his heart.
Disciples without a sense of belonging.
How could he sacrifice his life for the Jiuyou Clan?
"Boss, when are we!"
"Let the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom also come to this ancient relic?"
Seemingly remembering something, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and asked in a deep voice.
"The Heaven Devouring Kingdom?"
"Descent to the ancient ruins!"
Mo Wentian was slightly startled, this thought, Mo Wentian hadn't really thought about it, after all, in this ancient relic, Mo Wentian's original influence was really too low. But now, it's different, taking down the Jiuyou Clan, plus Mo Wentian's own fighting power.
It is really not difficult to establish the Kingdom of God!
"Compared to the beast masters and monster races, what we lack is time!"
Mo Wentian said to himself, if there is enough time for Mo Wentian to cultivate a group of peerless powerhouses, then there is really hope for occupying this ancient relic.
But now, it's hard!
"Boss, I devour the majesty of the Kingdom of God!"
"It will definitely cover this ancient relic!"
Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said firmly.
"You're right!"
"Right now, my Heaven Devouring Kingdom is still in the Sword God Continent, but in the future, it will inevitably cover the entire ancient ruins!"
"This emperor will become!"
"The king of this world!"
In Mo Wentian's eyes, he was cold and arrogant.
"let's go!"
"Walk!"
The figure of Mo Wentian disappeared in Tiancheng.
when it reappears.
Mo Wentian appeared in Jiuyou Mansion.
Nine Youfu.
Also very quiet.
In the entire Jiuyou Mansion, less than 10% of the people stayed, and among the remaining 10%, there were very few people with fighting power!
One night passed in an instant.
The next day, early morning!
"Emperor..."
"Boss!"
"Ask Brother Tian!"
...
Mo Wentian just appeared, one after another.
He was already standing in front of Mo Wentian.
"The war is on!"
Mo Wentian's voice was extremely low.
"Fight, fight, fight!"
"Battle war war..."
...
In Jiuyou Mansion, a sense of war rose.
The remaining Jiuyoufu disciples followed behind Mo Wentian with firm faces.
In Tiancheng.
It was empty.
"Mo Wentian, your Jiuyou clan is going to be wiped out!"
"Aren't you going to let me go soon?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the demon maiden sneered in her eyes. She did not expect that when the people from the Demon Race came and ninety percent of the people from the Jiuyou Clan left, how would the remaining disciples of the Jiuyou Clan fight against the demons? People to contend with?
"The Jiuyou clan exterminated the clan?"
Mo Wentian glanced at the monster saintess lightly.
"Lie down!"
"Bang bang bang..."
Mo Wentian moved his fingers and directly sealed the monster saint.
"What are you going to do?"
The demon saint's expression changed drastically.
"Wu Sheng, if this emperor loses the battle, you guys will strip her naked!"
"Hang on the city wall!"
With a simple sentence, Mo Wentian walked out of the city with the remaining disciples of the Jiuyou Clan.