Chapter 812

"fine!"

"Although my current combat power is not afraid of facing the peak of Tianjun, it is still not enough to fight against the demon king who stepped into Tianwang with one foot!"

"If you want to establish our Heaven-eating God Kingdom in this ancient relic, it will not be enough!"

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly, then said calmly.

"Boss, the demon king's cultivation base has reached the terrifying perfection of Tianjun, so the beast master of the beast clan must be stronger!"

"Yes, boss, we must improve our cultivation as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, the expressions of Xiaojiao and Huantian instantly became incomparably dignified, and said in a deep voice.

"That's right, improving your cultivation is the kingly way. If you tell me, everyone's cultivation must be improved!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and Huantian in front of him, and said coldly.

"Yes, boss!"

"Yes, boss!"

Xiaojiao and Huantian answered, and then their figures flashed, and they entered the Wentian Pavilion.

In the main hall, only Mo Wentian was left.

"Ask Brother Tian!"

"Emperor..."

"Old Ancestor..."

...

At this moment, those figures thousands of feet away appeared around Mo Wentian's body.

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and he spoke heartily.

"Emperor, in the early days of Tianjun, at the peak of Zhan Tianjun, your strength is too strong, Emperor!"

"Yes, yes, Patriarch, we are watching from a distance, it's frightening!"

"Emperor, mighty!"

...

Seeing that Mo Wentian was fine, everyone's faces were full of joy, and they immediately started talking.

"This is still not enough. My strength is now comparable to Tianjun's peak state at most. If I face Tianjun's perfect powerhouse!"

"I can't compete with you. The Jiuyou Mountain Range is about to open, and your cultivation is still too weak. Hurry up and practice!"

Mo Wentian's face was a bit solemn.

"Yes, Emperor!"

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Patriarch!"

...

Hearing this, everyone frowned and left quickly.

"Xiao Ran!"

The next moment, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and a sound transmission talisman appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.

"Xiao Ran, which races are going to the Jiuyou Mountains to snatch the artifacts this time, and who each race will send to go, you have found out everything for me!"

Play out one seal formula after another until the sound transmission talisman is passed on.

Immediately, as if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

When it appeared again, it had already appeared in an elegant small courtyard.

"Brother Wentian..."

Seeing Mo Wentian coming, Tianhu threw himself into Mo Wentian's arms.

"Sky Fox!"

Mo Wentian swept Tianhu into his arms.

"Brother Wentian, you are so worried about me!"

Nestling in Mo Wentian's arms, Tianhu said shyly.

"Don't worry about me, the emperor will always be fine!"

"Tianhu, this emperor is going to the Jiuyou Mountains, and it may take a while before he comes back!"

Mo Wentian thought of the matter of Jiuyou Mountain Range, so he opened his mouth and said.

"Brother Wentian, I want to go with you!"

Tianhu blurted out almost subconsciously.

"The Jiuyou Mountain Range is extremely dangerous. What's more, the Jiuyou Clan still needs your work. Promise me, wait here obediently for me to come back!"

Mo Wentian looked at Tianhu with a serious look on his face.

"Brother Wentian..."

"I……"

Tianhu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't say anything.

"During the time I was away, all these things were left to you!"

"wait me back!"

"Boom..."

After Mo Wentian finished speaking, he even leaned over and stamped his unique seal on her forehead.

It's okay if Mo Wentian didn't kiss, but after this kiss, Tianhu's fair and delicate face was so red that water dripped out.

"Brother Wentian..."

"I...I'll wait for you!"

Nestled in Mo Wentian's arms, Tianhu's voice was extremely soft.

"Master, I have something important to report!"

At this moment, an anxious voice came.

"What is it?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian frowned slightly, and said coldly.

"Reporting to the master, according to the news from the disciples, just now, the disciples of various races who were wandering in the Jiuyou Mountain Range have now entered the Jiuyou Mountain Range at full speed!"

Wu Sheng knelt on the ground respectfully and said in a deep voice.

"Suddenly all of them entered the Jiuyou Mountain Range?"

"Didn't it mean that there are still two days before the birth of the artifact? Could it be..."

The next moment, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.

"Wu Sheng, you and Wu Jinfeng followed the Emperor to the Jiuyou Mountains!"

"The rest of the people, all stay in Tiancheng to practice, everyone must obey Tianhu's instructions, and don't act recklessly!"

Looking at Wu Sheng in front of him, Mo Wentian's expression froze slightly, and he said coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

Wu Sheng bowed and then retreated.

Watching that figure leave, the figure of Tianhu appeared beside Mo Wentian at some unknown time.

"Brother Wentian, leave this matter to me. Although Tianhu's cultivation base is not high, as long as I, Tianhu, are around, I will do my best to protect them!"

Tianhu's eyes were extremely firm, and his voice was even more powerful.

"You do things, I don't worry, wait for me to come back!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and he stretched out his hand to hook the tip of Goutianhu's nose.

Then the figure flashed and disappeared into the small courtyard.

"Owner!"

"Old Ancestor!"

As soon as Mo Wentian's figure appeared in the hall, Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng greeted him.

"Follow me quickly to the Jiuyou Mountains!"

Mo Wentian looked at the two people in front of him and said coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Patriarch!"

The two replied respectfully, then followed Mo Wentian's figure and ran towards the direction of Jiuyou Mountain.

The distant demon clan, in the main hall of the Demon King's Mansion.

"Master Demon King, it's bad, the big thing is bad!"

After Xiao Ran received Mo Wentian's voice transmission, he immediately came to the Demon King's Mansion with an impressive expression on his face.

"Third Elder, why are you so loud, you are so panicked?"

The demon king Ren Zhen's face was clearly displeased, and the anger in his voice was hard to hide.

"Master Demon King, just now my disciple came to report that Meng Ruoxi's soul card..."

"The soul card is also shattered!"

The third elder, Xiao Ran, had a somewhat unconcealable panic on his face.

"What?"

"Ruoxi's soul card is also shattered? This is impossible, it must be impossible, Ruoxi is a strong man at the peak of Tianjun, how can anyone in the Jiuyou Clan be able to kill her!"

Hearing the words, the demon king stood up from his chair, his eyes full of disbelief.

"It's...it's true, her soul card was shattered, and her spirit couldn't even escape!"

The third elder pretended to be trembling and replied.

"Hateful Jiuyou Clan, hateful Mo Wentian, this king must kill him and tear him into pieces!"

In the eyes of the demon king, the killing intent was extremely terrifying.