Devouring Heaven Sword God

Chapter 815: The Five Demons of the Demon Race

The expressions of Xiaojiao and Huantian became slightly dignified.

The strength of the five demons in front of them has already reached the middle stage of Tianjun, and they are still warriors who have stayed in the middle stage of Tianjun for a long time. For them, they only need a chance to break through to the late stage of Tianjun.

Such a strong person can already be regarded as comparable to the late Tianjun.

As for Xiaojiao, Wu Jingfeng, and Wu Sheng's cultivation, they are all in the early stage of Tianjun.

The ones they can fight against are at most the warriors in the middle stage of Tianjun.

If there is a war here now, the side that will suffer the most will definitely be Mo Wentian.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, and said in a solemn voice.

"what to do?"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then said with a smile.

"What else can we do? Others have already killed us, so of course we have to kill them back!"

Mo Wentian looked at the five people in front of him, and an incomparably cold light rose in his eyes.

"Kill back?"

Xiao Jiao and the others were slightly taken aback, and Wu Sheng and Wu Jingfeng looked at Mo Wentian with astonishment on their faces.

These five people are not ordinary Tianjun mid-stage powerhouses. The combined combat power of the five people is definitely beyond the existence of Tianjun's late stage.

"Xiao Jiao, the one on the left is for you, Wu Sheng, the two on Wu Jingfeng's right are for you, and the other two are for me!"

"As for Huantian..."

Mo Wentian looked at Huantian and shook his head slightly.

"Enter Wentian and stay well!"

Huantian's cultivation base has not yet broken through, and his cultivation base is not very strong. What's more, let Huantian enter the Wentian Pavilion, Mo Wentian has other greater uses.

What I met now was just the smallest minions.

"Enter Wentian Pavilion and wait, Boss, I..."

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

If Huan Tian relied on his strength to fight the five people in front of him, then he really couldn't beat any of them.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and then his figure disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in the Wentian Pavilion.

"Little Jiao, kill!"

With a cold shout, Mo Wentian suddenly took a step forward and punched him out.

"kill!"

The murderous aura in Xiaojiao's eyes also suddenly increased, and his figure instantly transformed from a little snake into a hundred-foot jumping dragon, standing proudly in the void, billowing with power.

"You dare to fight and seek death?"

The eyes of the five demon disciples were full of astonishment.

Immediately, he seemed to remember something, and said with a gloomy face.

"Boy, if you enter the Nine Nether Cave, it will not be so easy to kill you, but now you dare to take the initiative to fight, this is simply courting death!"

The mid-term powerhouses of the five demon clan's Tianjun have murderous aura in their eyes.

"Yeah?"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered.

The five warriors in the middle stage of Tianjun are indeed very strong, but if they want to kill Mo Wentian, they are not even a star.

"Look at your grandpa Xiaojiao, my dragon wagging its tail!"

Xiaojiao's angry voice came, and in the void, Xiaojiao dodged and swung its huge tail directly towards the demon disciple on the far left.

The boundless power caused the void to tremble.

At this moment, the aura on Xiaojiao's body instantly soared, reaching the terrifying middle stage of Tianjun.

"This little reptile turned out to be a heavenly dragon!"

"This Tianlong hides his cultivation, and his power with a flick of his tail is already comparable to Tianjun's mid-term realm."

"It seems that in the Jiuyou clan, they are not all ants!"

"What about the middle stage of Tianjun, if you meet me, Fan Jin, you will still die!"

...

Seeing Xiaojiao standing proudly in the void, the five of them were slightly startled.

"Purple Nether Divine Sword!"

"kill!"

The next moment, the middle-aged man on the far left saw Xiaojiao's several-foot-long tail swinging towards him, and he directly greeted him with a sword.

There was a purple light on that sword, and it looked terrifying from a distance.

"kill!"

One person and one dragon fought together in an instant, the terrifying sword energy and the rolling dragon power came out violently.

In front of the entire Jiuyou Grotto, there was a mess in an instant.

"Boy, you should die too!"

At this moment, two other middle-aged men came towards Mo Wentian in an instant.

"The Wuxu cauldron!

"die!"

Following a roar from one of the middle-aged men, a mysterious and boundless cauldron appeared in the void.

On the ancient tripod, the power is rolling, looking from a distance, it is terrifying and boundless.

The next moment, I saw the middle-aged man, holding the ancient cauldron in one hand, coming directly to suppress Mo Wentian.

The terrifying power and influence even shook the surrounding void.

"boom……"

The fists of Gu Ding and Mo Wentian collided, and Mo Wentian felt as if a hill was pressing on his body.

If it weren't for Mo Wentian's terrifying physique, if he were replaced by other ordinary warriors, he might be directly crushed to pieces by this cauldron.

"Tianjun middle stage, this power is not bad!"

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

This man, perhaps knowing that his aptitude is not high, actually put all his thoughts on this martial skill.

The power of this ancient tripod has surpassed the mid-stage Tianjun, and reached the power of the late-stage Tianjun.

"You actually blocked it?"

Seeing Mo Wentian blocking his own tripod, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly, and then he made seals one by one with both hands.

Yi Ding once again ruthlessly suppressed Mo Wentian.

"Ding of 1898: Shaking all directions!"

"Suppress me!"

The man roared again and again, and as the man's tripod fell, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, and the pressure doubled instantly, frantically coming towards Mo Wentian to suppress.

"What a strong coercion!"

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dignified look appeared on his face.

Mo Wentian originally thought that it would be easy to deal with these old guys in front of him.

So he didn't even want to take out the Heaven Devouring Sword, but he didn't expect that the strength of these old guys exceeded his expectations.

"retreat!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's body receded like lightning.

But in the process of retreating, Mo Wentian's hand didn't stop, he punched out seal formulas one by one, and then punched him.

"Bang bang bang..."

With one punch and one tripod, they collided violently in the void.

With each impact, Mo Wentian felt his body was being hit by a hill.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and Mo Wentian's body instantly distanced himself from the man.

"What a strong boy!"

The two middle-aged men looked at Mo Wentian with shock in their eyes.

Both of them are strong in the middle stage of Tianjun, and they have the strength of the late Tianjun, while Mo Wentian is just a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun.

But it was this warrior in the middle stage of Tianjun who actually blocked the two of them.

Moreover, although the two of them were not injured on the surface, in fact, their bodies had already suffered internal injuries, but it was because of face that they did not show up.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Watching Mo Wentian retreat, Xiao Jiao's slightly worried voice came.

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