Chapter 773 Come to the Emperor's Arms

Even though Little Tiger King's heart was full of anger at this moment, and he wanted to avenge Xiaoyue Wolf, he was not stupid. If he made a move at this moment, Han Qingmo, the saint of the demon clan, would still be in Mo Wentian's hands.

Howling Moon Wolf is important, but Han Qingmo is even more important.

"Little Tiger King, why worry, isn't the beauty you want right here?"

Looking at the Little Tiger King, Mo Wentian's face was full of wicked smiles.

"Han Qingmo, quickly come to the emperor's arms!"

Immediately, Mo Wentian snapped his fingers and called softly, and a graceful figure appeared beside Mo Wentian, and sat in Mo Wentian's arms very obediently amidst the astonished expression of the Little Tiger King. inside.

"Silence, you..."

"Mo Wentian, what did you do to Momo?"

The Little Tiger King watched this scene, his eyes shot up with murderous intent, his hands clenched into fists, his joints creaking.

"What have you done?"

"Your speed is really too slow, the emperor is a bit bored waiting, so just enslave this demon saint to the emperor's dog to play!"

Mo Wentian's face was full of smiles, his appearance was simply harmless to humans and animals.

"What?"

"You turned silently into your slave?"

Little Tiger King's eyes froze suddenly, and his low voice was full of disbelief.

The saintess of his majestic demon clan, the woman whom his little tiger king loves the most, was turned into a slave by Mo Wentian?

This is simply a disgrace to his Little Tiger King, and a disgrace to his entire monster clan!

"King, let's kill this kid!"

"That's right, this kid is just the consummation of the great heaven, let us kill him!"

Thunder Leopard, Whirlwind Monkey also had murderous intent in his eyes, said in a deep voice.

That look, as if he was about to make a move.

Although Mo Wentian killed Xiaoyue Wolf with one punch just now, they believed that with Mo Wentian's cultivation, he would definitely not be able to beat them both.

"Back off!"

Glaring at Mo Wentian, he said coldly.

Mo Wentian can kill the Xiaoyue Wolf who is in the realm of perfection with a single punch. Although the Xiaoyue Wolf is the worst of the three monsters, even if the cultivation of the Thunder Leopard and the Whirlwind Monkey are far from the sky You are only one step away, but you are still in the perfect state of the great heaven.

Little Tiger King didn't want to see Thunder Leopard and Whirlwind Monkey get hurt again.

"Yes, king!"

"Yes, king!"

Although somewhat reluctant, Thunder Leopard and Whirlwind Monkey still replied respectfully, and then retreated behind Little Tiger King.

"Mo Wentian, I will kill you, and then I will destroy your entire Jiuyou clan!"

The Little Tiger King looked at Mo Wentian and said with a vicious look on his face.

"kill me?"

"This emperor has heard countless times like this. Do you know what happens to people who say they want to kill me every time?"

Looking at the Little Tiger King, Mo Wentian said indifferently.

"What happens?"

Little Tiger King was taken aback for a moment, and asked subconsciously.

"die!"

Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly became indifferent.

"Arrogance, his cultivation is not at the level of perfection of the Great Heavenly Throne. It must be a coincidence that he was able to kill the Howling Moon Wolf just now. The king is the strongest of the Heavenly Monarch. It is not easy to kill him!"

"This kid, who turned my monster saint into a slave, must kill him!"

...

Behind Little Tiger King, the eyes of Thunder Leopard and Whirlwind Monkey shot up fiercely.

Mo Wentian is really too arrogant!

"Boy, your mouth is very powerful, but in front of this Tianjun, it is useless to have a strong mouth!"

"go to hell!"

In Little Tiger King's eyes, there was something frighteningly cold.

Mo Wentian's arrogance had completely irritated him, especially seeing Han Qingmo sitting on Mo Wentian's lap, twisting his waist, that obedient and docile appearance, made his heart soar with murderous intent.

Among the monster clan, who doesn't know that Han Qingmo is his little tiger king's woman, but now, Han Qingmo is sitting on Mo Wentian's lap!

"Little sick cat, this emperor will let you know that this emperor is more than mere lip service!"

"war!"

Mo Wentian took a step forward, and there was a war sound, clanging.

"Tiger down the mountain!"

With a cold shout, he saw a tiger standing hundreds of meters tall in the void, glaring at Mo Wentian with wide white eyes, as if he wanted to swallow Mo Wentian alive.

In the next moment, the figure of the giant tiger in the void flickered and rushed directly towards Mo Wentian.

Looking at the hundred-foot-long tiger approaching in the void, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched slightly.

"Han Qingmo, let me block it!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian pushed Han Qingmo, who was sitting on his lap, into the void.

Han Qingmo has become Mo Wentian's slave, and now she has only one thought in her mind, that is, whatever Mo Wentian asks her to do, she will do it, even if she knows it is death, she will not resist at all.

"The power of extreme cold!"

A cold light flashed in Han Qingmo's eyes, she scolded, and the extremely cold scepter appeared in her hand.

As soon as her scepter was released, the cold air surged in the void, as if it was about to be frozen.

Looking at the monster saint Han Qingmo who suddenly greeted her in the void, everyone in the Tiancheng hall looked shocked.

"How did the monster saintess meet her?"

"Didn't the demon saint go up to seek death?"

...

Shouts of exclamation resounded in the hall.

"silently……"

"No……"

The Little Tiger King's movements were extremely fast, and when he saw clearly that the person who was coming up was Han Qingmo, it was already too late.

His hundred-foot-sized body directly hit Han Qingmo.

"boom……"

Undoubtedly, Han Qingmo is only in the perfect state of the great heaven, how can he resist the little tiger king who lives in the state of the heavenly monarch.

A violent collision came from the void, and Han Qingmo's body flew upside down.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Han Qingmo's mouth, her face turned extremely pale in an instant, and her vitality dissipated rapidly.

"silently……"

"Mo Wentian, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

The Little Tiger King looked at Han Qingmo who had died on the ground, his eyes were full of terrifying murderous intent, and his growling voice made people shudder even more.

"kill me?"

"Little Tiger King, this Han Qingmo was killed by you. You killed him yourself. Do you blame me?"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth, and said in a sarcasm.

"Mo Wentian, if it wasn't for you to make slaves silently, how could she attack me? Mo Wentian, it's all your fault. This king wants to kill you to avenge silently!"

Little Tiger King's eyes turned scarlet at this moment.

"Tiger King Divine Fist!"

Following the Little Tiger King's angry shout, a pair of scarlet gloves appeared on his giant palm.

On the glove, the mysterious divine pattern flickered endlessly, looking from a distance, it was terrifying and boundless.

"The king's stigmata gloves have already come out, this kid is sure to die!"

"That's right, the king will definitely be able to blow this kid to pieces with one punch!"

...

The Thunder Leopard and Whirlwind Monkey not far away looked at the void with joy in their eyes.

"Stigmata glove?"

Mo Wentian looked at the Little Tiger King in the sky, his eyes flickered with coldness.