Chapter 768 The Three Elders of the Demon Race, Fallen

"boom……"

The body of the third elder of the Mozu fell to the ground, and there was not even a trace of life in him.

"puff……"

But at this moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.

Although the last blow of the third elder of the Demon Race did not fall on Mo Wentian, but the full blow of the Tianjun Realm, the terrible aftermath still fell on Mo Wentian.

"Boy, consummation of the Great Heaven is far from enough. The demon soul seal will not wait for you. If the demon soul seal is opened, the ancient demon and even the king, the ancient demon emperor, will be released."

"The consequences will be unimaginable!"

Suddenly, the divine bead in the void fell towards Mo Wentian, and the next moment, a cold voice came from the divine bead.

"The Demon King? The Demon Emperor?"

"Senior, where are these seals? You haven't told me yet!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's expression instantly became solemn, and the next moment, thinking of the location of the seal of the demon soul, he asked the divine orb a few times, but the divine orb didn't tell him, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Boy, let me tell you the truth. It's not that the god doesn't tell you, but the god doesn't know where the three demon soul seals are. You need to find them yourself."

"I'm tired, don't bother me!"

After finishing speaking coldly, Mo Wen Tianben wanted to say something more, but the luster on the divine orb faded away, making it look extremely ordinary.

"Boss..."

"Boss, how are you?"

At this moment, the voices of Xiaojiao and Huantian rang in Mo Wentian's mind.

"I'm fine, Xiaojiao, how is your injury?"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian thought of Xiaojiao's original injury, and asked in a deep voice.

"My injury is fine, and it will be fine after a period of recovery!"

When Mo Wentian's voice came, Xiao Jiao answered quickly.

"Here are some elixir and panacea, you can use them to refine and restore your cultivation!"

Mo Wentian's mind moved, a space ring appeared in Mo Wentian's hand, and the next moment, that space ring landed beside Wentian Pavilion Xiaojiao.

"Okay, boss!"

Xiaojiao took the space ring and replied in a deep voice, immediately fell into cultivation.

"Huantian, come out and protect me!"

Seeing Xiaojiao fell into cultivation, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, as if thinking of something, he yelled coldly.

"Yes, boss!"

Mo Wentian's voice sounded in his mind, Huantian quickly responded, and then his figure flashed, and he had already appeared beside Mo Wentian, with a fluffy body lying on the ground.

Looking at the corpse of the third elder of the Demon Race in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.

"It was you who hurt me, so I will be repaired by you!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Mo Wentian took a step forward, and put his palm on the head of the third elder of the demon clan.

"God Devouring Art!"

"Devour!

Mo Wentian let out a cold shout, and the next moment, he directly activated the Heaven Devouring Art.

"Boom..."

One after another sword energy vibrated crazily on Mo Wentian's body.

A powerful suction came from Mo Wentian's body, that force seemed to be able to swallow everything.

The next moment, the body of the third elder of the demon clan exploded directly, and countless blood energy was swallowed by Mo Wentian crazily.

"Ho Ho..."

In Mo Wentian's body, the sword star core also began to tremble at this moment, and strands of sword energy vibrated on the sword star core.

In the dantian, the two recently fused sword star cores trembled and rotated slightly.

Mo Wentian's injuries slowly recovered at this moment.

After a quarter of an hour, Mo Wentian slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing that Mo Wentian woke up from his practice, a group of people quickly surrounded him.

"My lord, are you alright?"

"Emperor..."

"Owner!"

...

Looking at Mo Wentian, everyone looked worried.

Especially Tianhu, who didn't care about the presence of so many people at this moment, directly rushed towards Mo Wentian's arms.

"Brother Wentian..."

"Woooooo, you scared me to death just now, I thought..."

As Tianhu spoke, the crystals in his eyes fell down like broken beads.

"Why do you think so?"

"Think I'm going to be killed?"

Mo Wentian didn't refuse either, he stretched out his arms to embrace Tianhu, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and asked instead of answering.

"That old guy is a strong Tianjun after all, he is really worried about you, you don't even know, I am far away, watching the ten consecutive hammers of flames falling towards you, my heart will jump to my throat eye!"

Tianhu snuggled into Mo Wentian's arms, recalling the terrible battle in the void, he still had lingering fears in his heart.

"Okay, okay, I know you're worried about me, but am I still here?"

Seeing Tianhu worrying about him, Mo Wentian felt warm in his heart.

"Stop crying, there are still so many people here, if we have anything to say, let's wait until we return to the room at night!"

The next moment, looking at Chi Xiao in front of him, Wu Sheng and the remaining Jiuyou clan disciples leaned over to remind Tianhu.

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, but just for a moment, Tianhu's beautiful face was already so red that it could drip water.

Looking at Tianhu who blushed instantly, Huantian was full of doubts, and this guy rolled his furry body to Tianhu's side, sizing up Tianhu with a pair of round eyes, and his face was full of doubts.

"Tianhu, why are you blushing all of a sudden?"

Looking at Tianhu, Huantian asked suspiciously.

It's okay if Huantian doesn't ask, but Tianhu's face becomes more rosy when he asks.

"I...Brother Wentian, I still have some, so I'm leaving first, come back later!"

After finishing speaking, Tianhu's figure disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Looking at the back figure that was fleeing in a hurry, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth could not help but rise.

But in the next moment, as if thinking of something, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Chi Xiao!"

"The disciple is here!"

Following Mo Wentian's cold shout, Chi Xiao hurriedly stepped forward.

"The heavenly stone spirits in these space rings, you distribute them!"

Mo Wentian took out a dozen interspatial rings from his hands and threw them to Chi Xiao.

These dozen or so space rings were found from the 30 demon disciples who had been beheaded.

Among the current Jiuyou Clan, the most lacking thing is resources. The thirty disciples of the Demon Clan who have completed the Great Heavenly Status will not have less cultivation resources. After beheading, Mo Wentian will let the space ring go.

"Yes, Emperor!"

Chi Xiao took the space ring and stepped back respectfully.

"The Great War is coming!"

Watching Chi Xiao leave, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with light.

Now the young demon lord and the third elder of the demon clan and the thirty demon disciples have all been beheaded by Mo Wentian. Mo Wentian doesn't believe that the demon clan will swallow this breath.

Mo Wentian is sure that next, there will be excitement in Tiancheng.