Chapter 836: Zhan Luming

"Why are the people of the demon clan the same as the people of the monster clan? They are all shameless people!"

"It is clear that you kidnapped the disciples of my Jiuyou clan, but now you say that we forced you!"

"That's right, I see people from the Demon Race are even more shameless than people from the Monster Race!"

...

On the side, Wu Jinfeng, Xiaojiao and others looked at Lu Ming and Lu Fan in front of them, with a hint of disdain in their eyes.

Such comments reached Lu Ming's ears, and Lu Ming's hands hanging on both sides couldn't help but clenched tightly.

The knuckles creaked!

"The emperor didn't force you, you sent it to your door to seek death!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold.

The next moment, Mo Wentian stepped forward.

"You should be on your way too!"

A faint voice resounded in the void, Mo Wentian unfolded his movements, the speed was so fast that even Lu Ming didn't even see the afterimage.

"What a speed!"

"Not good, go back!"

...

Lu Ming was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses, his eyes were filled with astonishment, and he shouted.

"die!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

But it was too late now, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared beside Lu Fan.

"Don't... don't ask the sky!"

Seeing Mo Wentian, this person's body trembled instantly, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Shenlong Fist!"

The cold and arrogant voice resounded in the void, and Mo Wentian's palm was formed into a fist.

Above the fist, a phantom of a dragon appeared, and the dragon in the void roared at Lu Fan.

"Looking from a distance, it's terrifying and boundless!"

"Junior Brother Lu Fan, back quickly!"

Seeing this, Lu Ming roared loudly.

Hearing this, Lu Fan's body also trembled violently.

Mo Wentian's punch was terrifying, he knew it.

Just now, Mo Wentian smashed his juniors into pieces just like this.

Although his strength is stronger than others, if this punch falls on him, his fate will not be much better.

"Brother, save me..."

"help me!"

Lu Fan looked at the instant punch, his face was extremely pale. At this moment, he seemed to feel a breath of death enveloping him.

He could only feel his whole mind trembling at this moment.

His eyes were even more terrified, even at this moment, he forgot that he was a strong man in the late stage of Tianjun, while Mo Wentian was only a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun.

"die!"

A cold voice sounded, and amidst the incomparable expressions of everyone, Mo Wentian's fist landed.

"boom……"

Lu Fan's head exploded, and red and white things shot out instantly.

The same fate, Lu Fan in the later stage of Tianjun, fell!

"Junior Brother Lu Fan!"

"died!"

...

Not far away, Lu Ming's face was full of loss.

After getting the news that Mo Wentian was in this sinkhole, he rushed over quickly, just to kill Mo Wentian, so that he could show the power of the demon race in front of the beast owner.

In this way, in front of the beast master, the status of the demon clan must be higher than that of the monster clan.

In this way, his demon clan will become the second largest force in this ancient relic!

"They're all dead, you should be on your way!"

Mo Wentian looked at Lu Ming with a terrifying killing intent in his eyes.

"Mo Wentian, if you can kill them, do you think you can kill me?"

"Hahaha……"

Lu Ming suddenly laughed, and his face was even more crazy.

He is the third-ranked genius disciple of the Demon Race, and he issued a military order in front of his elder brother Lu Jing, saying that he will definitely kill Mo Wentian.

But who knew, the dozen or so demon disciples he brought were all beheaded by Mo Wentian.

Although his strength has reached the peak of Tianjun, but looking at the corpses on the ground, he no longer has the will to fight in his heart.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Mo Wentian, don't let me meet you again next time, I will kill you if I meet you!"

Laughing wildly, suddenly, Lu Ming's figure flashed and disappeared into the cave.

A gloomy voice resounded in the cave.

"Boss, this kid has escaped!"

Xiaojiao and Huantian spoke at almost the same time.

"In front of this emperor, do you want to escape?"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness, and then his figure flashed, and he chased after him directly.

"Lu Ming, your juniors are all dead, how bad it is for you to escape!"

"Stay with them!"

Mo Wentian's figure was like a ghost, but within a breath, he had already appeared beside Lu Ming.

He reached out and grabbed Lu Ming from the void.

"Mo Wentian, I, the Demon Race, will never let you go!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Ming's eyes were full of viciousness.

If that look could kill, the current Mo Wentian would have died countless times.

"Will you not let me go?"

"Hahaha……"

"Even if they want to let me go, this emperor will not let the demons go. One day, this emperor will bloodbath your demons!"

Laughing wildly, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of terrifying killing intent.

"On the road..."

"Hahaha……"

Lu Ming laughed wildly on his face, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

In his heart, he regretted it even more.

If he had known that Mo Wentian was so terrifying, he would not have come to kill Mo Wentian no matter what.

"Mo Wentian, even if this seat dies today, I will hold you back!"

As if he had made up his mind, a gloomy glint flashed in Lu Ming's eyes.

"Want to pull me on the back?"

"What an idiot's dream!"

Looking at Lu Ming in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of coldness.

The next moment, Mo Wentian suddenly stepped forward.

"The Heaven Devouring Sword Art!"

"Break the boundary!"

"die!"

A cold voice sounded, and the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hands.

On the Excalibur, traces of light oscillated endlessly.

The next moment, a sword was shot, directly beheading Lu Ming.

"Mo Wentian, don't be complacent, you will die too!"

"You will die too!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing Mo Wentian beheading him, instead of dodging, Lu Ming laughed wildly.

It's just the wild laugh on his face that makes people feel chills in their hearts.

"Noisy!"

"boom……"

A dull voice came, and Mo Wentian slashed directly at Lu Ming's chest with his sword.

"Zilla!"

In less than a breath, in the void, a hole the size of a bowl was directly pierced by Mo Wentian in Lu Ming's chest.

Blood spurted out from the chest, making the sound of Zilla.

"Mo Wentian, you will die!"

"You will definitely die!"

Lu Ming's vicious voice dissipated in the void.

In the void, there was an instant silence.

Just when the voice came to an abrupt end, a golden glow rushed out from Lu Ming's body.

"The soul still wants to escape?"

"Phantom Dzi Bead!"

Looking at the golden light fleeing wildly, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.

With a cold drink, his figure flashed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the golden light directly.

The next moment, the golden glow in the void was directly sucked into Mo Wentian's hands.