Chapter 799

"Master Demon King, I will prove that I did not escape back!"

The light in Deng Tian's eyes soared, and his thick voice was even more powerful.

As he spoke, his figure flickered and flew directly in the direction of the Jiuyou Clan's Tiancheng.

In the void, Deng Tian's eyes flickered with coldness.

"Don't ask the sky, what a terrible method!"

"If I don't chop off your head and kick it as a ball, I'm not Deng Tian!"

Deng Tian's eyes were extremely sinister.

In the Heavenly City of the Jiuyou Clan, in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

Mo Wentian sat cross-legged, and in front of him were a handful of monarch-level peak artifacts, top-grade sky stones, and fourth-level elixir.

"God Devouring Art!"

"Swallow!"

With a cold drink, the next moment, Mo Wentian directly activated the Heaven Devouring Art.

"Boom..."

A series of terrifying sword energy vibrated endlessly on Mo Wentian's body.

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

"Ho Ho..."

The void trembled violently, and the handfuls of artifacts floating above his head were instantly shattered.

The power from the artifact rolled out, and that power was quickly swallowed up by Mo Wentian.

"not enough!"

"Come again!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's mind moved, a space ring appeared, and countless top-quality sky stones in the space ring were shattered by Mo Wentian's refinement.

"boom……"

In Mo Wentian's body, the sword star core began to tremble at this moment.

A strand of sword energy oscillated crazily around the sword star core.

"It's still a little bit worse!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a look of sadness obviously flashed across.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

Mo Wentian exhaled a foul breath, and slowly stood up.

"The effect of the king-level peak artifact is not bad. Although my cultivation base has not yet broken through the Heavenly Lord, it must not be far from the Heavenly Lord's realm!"

Na na murmured to himself, a bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Boss, mission accomplished!"

At this moment, Huantian's furry body slipped into Mo Wentian's arms instantly, and said excitedly.

"finished?"

"Huantian, not bad!"

Mo Wentian was taken aback for a moment, then the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said calmly.

"Boss, don't you know that old bastard is being played around by me!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Huantian's face was full of arrogance.

"How did you get away?"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian thought that after all, the Great Elder Deng Tian was a strong man in Tianjun's late stage, and Huantian's cultivation...

Thinking like this, he couldn't help asking in a deep voice.

"Boss, I just found a random reason saying that I was going to discuss with the beast owner and told him to go back to the monster clan to take care of the family. Afterwards, the old bastard obediently went back!"

When Huantian talked about this, his face was full of arrogance.

"Well! Even if that old guy goes back, I'm afraid it won't be long before he finds out that you are not the real demon king!"

"He will be back soon!"

Mo Wentian said in a deep voice, an incomparably terrifying light burst out from his eyes.

"Boss, this..."

"That old guy is in the late stage of Tianjun, if he comes back again, what should we do?"

Hearing this, Huantian's expression suddenly became serious.

"That's right, boss, the aura on that old guy's body is really too strong!"

"You have been injured within three moves, if he comes again, can you still block it?"

At this moment, Xiaojiao also got out of Mo Wentian's arms, looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"what to do?"

"Since he is coming to die, of course he must be killed!"

Mo Wentian's expression froze slightly, and an incomparably cold glint rose in his eyes.

"It's not good, master!"

"Master, Deng Tiansha, the Great Elder of the Monster Clan, is here!"

Suddenly, an extremely embarrassed figure appeared in front of the hall.

"Old bastard, you are so active in coming to die!"

"Today, the emperor will definitely fulfill you!"

The cold voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Boss..."

"Boss..."

Xiaojiao and Huantian looked at Mo Wentian, with a hint of worry in their eyes.

"Boss, I'll help you!"

The next moment, Xiao Jiao's eyes were full of determination.

"Little Jiao, your cultivation is still not enough!"

"You take them back thousands of miles away, and this emperor is enough to deal with that old bastard!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an incomparably cold light rose, and he said in a deep voice.

"Boss..."

"Boss..."

Xiaojiao and Huantian opened their mouths, wanting to say something else, but hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say anything.

Mo Wentian was right, his cultivation was indeed not enough!

If he followed Mo Wentian, not only would he not be able to help Mo Wentian, but he would also become a burden to Mo Wentian. Instead of doing this, he might as well listen to Mo Wentian, so that he has no worries!

"Little Jiao Huantian, take them back!"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian's cold voice came.

"Yes, boss!"

"Yes, boss!"

Despite some reluctance, the figures disappeared in a flash.

Mo Wentian looked at the leaving figure with a slightly relaxed expression.

"Although my cultivation has not broken through to Tianjun, my strength has obviously increased a lot!"

"This old bastard still dares to come, this time, we must let him come and go!"

Mo Wentian murmured to himself, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly soared.

Then the figure flashed and disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared in front of the gate of Tiancheng.

"Boy, you actually resorted to tricks to divert the tiger away from the mountain!"

"Kill the disciples and elders of my Yaozu!"

"Today, this elder will definitely kill you first, and then destroy all of your Jiuyou clan!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, First Elder Deng Tian's eyes were extremely sinister.

He was transferred from the mountain by Mo Wentian, causing such heavy losses to his monster clan!

If he didn't kill Mo Wentian and the Jiuyou Clan, what would his face be?

"Old dog, can this also be my fault?"

"If it weren't for your lack of brains, how could the ants of the monster race be slaughtered by this emperor!"

"You don't even know how miserable it is for them to die one by one!"

Looking at Deng Tian, ​​Mo Wentian had a sneer in his eyes.

That appearance is as cold and arrogant as you want to say.

"Don't ask God!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"Kill you!"

Hearing this, Great Elder Deng Tian's palm formed into a fist, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even more crazy and raging.

Don't ask the sky, it's too arrogant!

"Flame Thunder Sword!"

With a cold shout, a sword appeared in Deng Tian's hand.

With the appearance of this sword, the aura on Deng Tian's body instantly became fierce and boundless.

"Pfft..."

"Pfft!"

...

The space around Deng Tian was directly shattered.

"Boy, this is an early king-level artifact!"

"Flame Thunder Sword!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Deng Tian sneered, and waved his palm slightly on the sword.

On the Yanlei sword, purple flames shot up into the sky.

"This old dog is worthy of being the Great Elder of the Monster Clan. Not only does he have the Monarch-level peak artifact, the Demon Knife, but he also has the King-level early stage artifact, the Yanlei Sword!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a frightening cold light rose.