Chapter 770 The Son of the Demon King Comes Again

The battle with the third elder of the Demon Race made Mo Wentian understand that the difference between the Heavenly Rank and the Heavenly Monarch Realm is not just a little bit, but a world of difference.

"The emperor taught me that!"

Chi Xiao's face instantly calmed down a lot.

"Chi Xiao, bring me Wu Sheng, I have something to ask him!"

Immediately, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Emperor!"

Chi Xiao replied, and left very respectfully.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Sheng's figure appeared outside the courtyard.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Outside the small courtyard, Wu Sheng asked very respectfully.

"I asked you to send your disciples to inquire about the news of the Demon Race. How is the inquiry going?"

Mo Wentian's incomparably cold voice resounded.

Mo Wentian didn't believe that if he killed the young master and the third elder of the demon clan, the demon clan would just let it go.

"Master, the disciples sent out have detected the movements of the disciples of the Demon Race. This time, the Demon Race has dispatched all the elders, and they have already rushed towards my Tiancheng!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Wu Sheng said hastily.

"All the elders of the Demon Race?"

Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"How many elders are there in the demon clan, and what level of cultivation have they reached?"

Immediately, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, and said in a deep voice.

"Reporting to Master, the Demon Lord has a total of six elders, besides the third elder who was beheaded by you, there are five elders!"

"The cultivation bases of the five elders are all in the realm of Tianjun, among them, the cultivation base of the second elder has reached the middle stage of Tianjun, and the cultivation base of the first elder has reached the late stage of Tianjun!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Wu Sheng said in a low voice.

"They are all in the realm of heavenly monarchs!"

"And there are still strong men in the late stage of Tianjun?"

Mo Wentian took a deep breath.

Whoever said that there is no strong Tianjun in the ancient ruins, the person who said this must have shallow knowledge.

Mo Wentian had a premonition that there were not only Heavenly Lords and strongmen in this ancient relic, but there were even Heavenly Kings and strongmen beyond the realm of Heavenly Kings.

"The demon clan dispatched all the elders to come, and the son of the demon king of the demon clan has been away for a few days, and the day when the son of the demon king will come is not far away!"

Mo Wentian muttered to himself, and the light in his eyes was even more flickering.

"You order to go down and gather all the disciples!"

Looking at Wu Sheng, Mo Wentian suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master!"

Wu Sheng hurriedly withdrew respectfully.

"Boss, all the elders of the demon clan are dispatched, and they are all strong in the realm of heavenly monarchs. What should we do now?"

Xiaojiao got out of Mo Wentian's arms and hurriedly asked Mo Wentian.

Xiaojiao has a deep understanding of the power of a strong Tianjun.

Although the current Xiaojiao's injuries have recovered, and his cultivation has broken through to the perfect state of the Great Heaven, there is still a gap between him and Tianjun.

What's more, five Heavenly Lords are here this time, and there are also strong mid-to-late Heavenly Lords!

"Five Heavenly Sovereigns!"

Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly.

As for his combat power, Mo Wentian couldn't be more clear, if he wants to fight against a strong Tianjun, he is still fearless.

But at the same time, the five Tianjun powerhouses came, and there were also Tianjun mid-stage, Tianjun late-stage powerhouses...

"Cultivation must be improved!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an incomparably bright light rose.

"Little Jiao, your cultivation is still not enough, you must improve, not only you and me, but all of us must improve!"

Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian said in a deep voice.

"Yes, boss!"

In the entire Jiuyou Clan Tiancheng, the next few days were extremely peaceful.

Three days later, in the main hall of the Jiuyou Clan.

"Master, I received the news that the son of the demon king has brought his disciples here!"

In the hall, Wu Sheng's eyes were full of respect.

"Well done!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a cold glint rose in his eyes.

The current Mo Wentian is worrying that there is no resources for everyone in the Jiuyou clan to cultivate. Now that the son of the demon king has arrived, he must have brought what he wanted.

"Go and bring me the demon saint!"

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Mo Wentian said coldly, with gleams of light in his eyes.

"Yes, Master, I'll do it right away!"

Wu Sheng saluted slightly, answered in a deep voice and left quickly.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Sheng's figure appeared outside the hall again.

"Master, bring the monster saintess!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Wu Sheng's eyes were extremely respectful.

Mo Wentian raised his eyes slightly, and saw that the demon saint was wearing a fiery red tight skirt, which outlined her body extremely hotly.

But the woman stared at Mo Wentian, but her eyes were full of anger.

"Mo Wentian, hurry up and release this holy girl, if you dare to touch me, Big Brother Little Tiger King will definitely kill you all!"

The saintess of the monster clan, her words are full of arrogance.

"In front of this emperor, you still dare to be arrogant, kneel down!"

Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly flickered coldly, and there seemed to be something terrifying in those eyes, and the monster saintess couldn't help but tremble when she saw it.

The next moment, the whole person knelt on the ground.

"You little patriarch of the Jiuyou clan, how dare you make me kneel down, Brother Little Tiger King is here, he will definitely kill you, not only will he kill you, but also your entire Jiuyou clan!"

After kneeling on the ground, Han Qingmo finally regained her composure and looked at Mo Wentian with fierce eyes.

She is a majestic demon saint, an existence like the stars holding the moon, when has she been humiliated like this!

"Master told you to kneel down, you kneel down honestly!"

Wu Sheng on the side sneered coldly, and landed on the leg of the Yaozu saintess. The Yaozu saintess who just stood up just now knelt down in front of Mo Wentian again the next moment.

"you……"

"I……"

In the eyes of the monster saintess, anger was raging wildly, and she wanted to say something more, but when she looked at Mo Wentian, she faltered and hawed for a long time without saying anything.

"Emperor, the son of the demon king is about to arrive in Tiancheng with three monsters!"

Suddenly, Chi Xiao came to the front of the hall in a panic and said in a deep voice.

"Brother Little Tiger King is here!"

"Hahahaha, Mo Wentian, Big Brother Little Tiger King is here, today is your death day, the day when your Jiuyou Clan will be exterminated!"

Hearing that the son of the demon king was coming soon, the eyes of the demon saint's maiden instantly became extremely crazy, and her arrogance became even more arrogant.

Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian frowned slightly.

"Boss, this woman is too arrogant, let me kill her!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at the monster saint in front of him, and said in an extremely low voice.

"This woman is still useful!"

Mo Wentian hastily opened his mouth to stop.

"Brother Little Tiger King is a strong Tianjun, be afraid, hahaha, Mo Wentian, I advise you to let me go honestly, maybe my aunt is in a good mood and let Brother Little Tiger King leave you with a whole corpse!"

The conversation between Mo Wentian and Xiaojiao fell into Han Qingmo's ears. Han Qingmo subconsciously thought that Mo Wentian was afraid and didn't dare to do anything to her. He looked at Mo Wentian with a stern look on his face. road.