Chapter 835

The Heaven Devouring Divine Sword was trembling crazily in Mo Wentian's hands.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's aura increased even more rapidly.

In just a moment of effort, Mo Wentian's aura has already reached the level of Tianjun's late stage.

"This kid is actually hiding his strength!"

"So what if we hide our strength? We are all strong men in the late stage of Tianjun, and senior brother Lu Ming is even a strong man at the peak of Tianjun. With him alone, does he want to kill us?"

"That's right, this kid killed six Heavenly Sovereigns, but it was just by surprise!"

...

Seeing Mo Wentian's power soar, except for Lu Ming, the other five people all started talking.

Immediately, one after another figures accelerated and slashed towards the nine Mo Wentians in the void.

"die!"

Mo Wentian let out a cold shout, and the nine figures flashed ghostly, two by two, beheading and killing the four late-stage Tianjun warriors.

"boom……"

Following Mo Wentian's strike with a sword, the void was directly shattered, and the endless void turbulently flowed out.

The might of the nine Mo Wentians was even more boundless.

"not good!"

"Go back!"

...

Seeing the eight figures among them beheading and killing four of them, Lu Ming's expression changed instantly.

"You four, let's go!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the killing intent was extremely terrifying.

The eyes of the four were wide open, and before they could recover, the two clones of Mo Wentian on the left and right took the Heaven Devouring Sword and slashed at them.

"ah……"

"No……"

"No……"

...

A series of screams came.

In the next moment, the golden bodies of the four spirits rushed out frantically.

"God Devouring Art!"

"Swallow!"

Looking at the four golden lights fleeing frantically, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly.

The four clones grabbed the four golden lights directly.

"Brother Lu Ming..."

"help me!"

"ah……"

...

One after another screams came again, and the golden bodies of souls were completely caught by Mo Wentian.

"Don't worry, I will treat you well!"

"Swallow!"

Mo Wentian looked at the soul in his hand, and the corner of his mouth raised a strange arc.

In the next moment, the Heaven Devouring Art began to operate.

Supremacy-like suction spread from Mo Wentian's hands, one after another the power of the soul, but within a few breaths, it was completely swallowed up by Mo Wentian.

"Tianjun's late stage, the power is too weak!"

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian's face showed a bit of dissatisfaction.

"This kid is too monstrous!"

At this moment, Lu Ming in the void came back to his senses, his eyes were full of surprise.

He is the third-ranked genius disciple of the Demon Race, but looking at Mo Wentian in front of him at this moment, a trace of jealousy rose in his heart.

In the early stage of Tianjun, it is fine to kill six people in the middle stage of Tianjun, but he even killed four people in the late stage of Tianjun at one time.

This is impossible even for him at the peak of Tianjun!

"This kid must die!"

Lu Ming's voice was extremely cold.

Mo Wentian's terror had already frightened him a little.

His intuition told him that if Mo Wentian was allowed to grow up, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Next, it's you guys!"

At this moment, a cold and proud voice sounded, and Mo Wentian smiled faintly, his eyes fell on the rest of Lu Fan and Lu Ming.

"Mo Wentian, do you still want to attack us?"

Lu Fan's face could not hide a bit of panic. His cultivation base is also in the late stage of Tianjun. If Mo Wentian takes action against him, then his end will be the same as that of the original four Tianjun in the late stage. Warriors are the same.

"What? Are you afraid to fight this emperor?"

Mo Wentian's face had a treacherous arc, and his voice was full of sarcasm.

"Mo Wentian, you are really arrogant!"

"You killed so many disciples of the Demon Clan. Today, I, Lu Ming, will make you pay for your life. Not only you, but everyone in the Jiuyou Clan will be buried with you!"

Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian, and the murderous intent in his eyes shot up instantly.

"Yeah?"

"If you want to destroy the Jiuyou Clan, then you must have this life!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely indifferent.

"Mo Wentian, you are really hateful!"

In Lu Ming's eyes, there was boundless anger.

"die!"

The cold voice fell, and Lu Ming stepped forward.

The next moment, in his hand, a magic sword gleamed with magic light, and directly slashed towards Mo Wentian.

"Well done!"

Seeing Lu Ming beheading him, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.

"The Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Sword breaks the sky!"

With a cold shout, the Heaven Devouring Sword seemed to understand Mo Wentian's words, trembling in Mo Wentian's hands.

Mo Wentian's power also skyrocketed instantly.

"Boom boom boom..."

With one strike of the sword, the void around Mo Wentian's body was directly shattered.

One after another, turbulent streams of void directly collided towards Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian stood proudly, his eyes were even more cold and arrogant.

"Junior Brother Lu Fan, let's go together!"

In Lu Ming's eyes, the killing intent was terrifying.

"Senior Brother Lu Ming, this..."

At this moment, Lu Fan was terrified in his heart.

His feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, and he couldn't even move.

"It's really useless!"

Lu Ming looked at Lu Fan who stayed where he was, with contempt in his eyes.

"Magic sword!"

"cut!"

With a cold shout, Lu Ming came directly to kill Mo Wentian.

"Clang clang..."

The next moment, there was a metal collision sound in the void, the magic sword and the Heaven Devouring Sword collided together, and sparks shot out.

Mo Wentian's body retreated a hundred feet, while Lu Ming was sent flying.

"puff……"

The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the person's mouth.

"This is impossible?"

Lu Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of surprise.

"The strength of the ancestor is so strong!"

"I don't even look at who the boss is, I'm sure these two are going to die here today!"

"Peak Tianjun dares to be arrogant in front of the boss, Lu Ming is miserable!"

...

In the passage, Xiaojiao, Wu Sheng and others looked at the void, their eyes were full of cold and arrogant.

"The third-ranked genius disciple of the Demon Race, keep coming!"

In the void, Mo Wentian was full of fighting spirit.

"Arrogant boy!"

"Today, I will definitely kill you!"

In Lu Ming's eyes, there was incomparable madness.

Mo Wentian was really too arrogant, the contemptuous look in his eyes made the anger in his heart burn wildly.

The current Lu Ming can't wait to tear Mo Wentian to pieces immediately.

"If you don't do it, the emperor will do it!"

Mo Wentian looked at Lu Ming and Lu Fan, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said coldly.

"Mo Wentian, you forced me to..."

"You forced me to do this!"

Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of incomparable madness, and the depths of his eyes were even more fierce.

Apart from Lu Fan beside him, he was the only demon disciple in the tiankeng.

There are twelve people in the Demon Race, and now there are only two of them left!

The entire ancient ruins are comparable to the disciples of the second-ranked demon clan. In this tiankeng, they were all beheaded by Mo Wentian, who they didn't take seriously!

This made Lu Ming feel so angry!