Chapter 839 War Deterrence

"Okay, boss, then be careful!"

Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

Then the figure flashed and directly entered the Wentian Pavilion.

Seeing that Xiaojiao's figure also disappeared, Mo Wentian's eyes also had a bright light.

Now that Huan Lingguo is in hand, if Huan Tian makes a breakthrough in refining and cultivation, it will be easy to transform into the appearance of a heavenly king.

Even if he is no match for the Dark Lord in front of him, there is still Huantian!

"Is that the legendary phantom fruit?"

"The Dark Lord actually gave the Phantom Spirit Fruit to that kid Mo Wentian?"

"So what if I gave it to him, can he still refine it? After the Dark Lord kills him, the Phantom Spirit Fruit will still be his!"

...

Seeing that the Dark Lord really gave Mo Wentian the Phantom Spirit Fruit, everyone was shocked in their eyes.

"Boy, you already have the Phantom Spirit Fruit in your arms, shouldn't it be time for you to take on me!"

The Dark Lord looked at Mo Wentian, and the murderous intent in his eyes instantly shot up.

Although the Dark Lord's cultivation has reached the level of perfection of the Heavenly Monarch, his state of mind is really too bad.

Little did he know that he was stepping into Mo Wentian's trap step by step, even if he killed Mo Wentian, it would be impossible for the Phantom Spirit Fruit to return to his hands.

"Old Hei, your courage to wait to die is really admirable!"

Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord with unparalleled coldness and arrogance in his eyes, but there was a bit of sarcasm in his words.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"Die to me!"

With a cold shout, in the void, the body of the Dark Lord instantly turned into billowing devilish energy.

In the next moment, the billowing devilish energy turned into a devil dragon in the void, and directly hit Mo Wentian.

"What a powerful force!"

"Go back!"

"I think this kid Mo Wentian is doomed, and the Dark Demon King is a perfect and strong man of Tianjun!"

"Watch here, when this kid dies, we'll go back and claim credit from the Beast Master to receive the reward!"

...

A look of surprise rose in the eyes of the figures looking at the billowing devilish energy.

The warriors with lower cultivation bases directly retreated tens of thousands of feet.

A martial artist with a good cultivation base stopped in place, looking at the void, his eyes flickering.

"not good!"

"The power of Tianjun's consummation is so strong!"

Mo Wentian's expression changed slightly.

At this moment, the aura on the Dark Lord's body was many times stronger than that in the cave before.

There is no doubt that the Dark Lord must have concealed his strength in the cave just now.

"Ho Ho..."

At this moment, the terrifying dragon roared and charged towards Mo Wentian.

"Shenlong Fist!"

"Little Demon Dragon, get out of here!"

Mo Wentian's palms formed fists, and the aura on Mo Wentian's body also instantly rose sharply at this moment.

With one punch, the magic dragon in the void and Mo Wentian's dragon collided directly.

"boom……"

There was a violent collision, and Mo Wentian's body retreated several tens of feet.

"uh-huh……"

The next moment, a salty-sweet taste filled Mo Wentian's mouth, and traces of blood overflowed from Mo Wentian's mouth.

"This kid is not dead?"

"He actually blocked the Dark Lord's blow?"

"This kid is too monstrous!"

...

Looking at Mo Wentian standing proudly in the void, everyone's eyes were full of surprise.

You know, Mo Wentian is only in the early stage of Tianjun, but the Dark Demon King is a strong man who has completed Tianjun.

At the beginning of Tianjun and Tianjun's consummation, it is like comparing an ant with an elephant, it is simply the difference between clouds and mud.

"Boy, it seems that you are not bad, and you actually blocked this king's move!"

"Quack quack..."

Wanton evil laughter resounded in the void, and the demonic energy in the void became even more crazily raging.

The next moment, I saw a pitch-black figure walking out of the vortex of devilish energy.

That figure was full of demonic energy, from a distance, it looked like an ancient demon, extremely terrifying.

"Old black, you are not bad!"

Looking at the Dark Lord, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.

Although Mo Wentian's cultivation base has not broken through, but after devouring so many warriors in the middle and late stage of Tianjun, Mo Wentian's physique has strengthened a bit.

But the devilish energy of the Dark Lord had already hurt him, and Tianjun's complete strength was really good.

"Boy, let me kill you quickly, and let my phantom spirit fruit return to my hands!"

"Quack quack..."

The strange laughter came again, and the next moment, the body of the Dark Lord exploded directly in the void.

"boom……"

In the void, billowing black ink-like demon energy swept towards Mo Wentian again.

It was just a pair, and the world saw it, and it was plunged into darkness in an instant.

"What a terrifying demonic energy!"

"The whole world is shrouded in demon energy, the Dark Lord is really terrifying!"

"Now I finally know why there are phantom spirit fruits in the Tiankeng, and no one has gone to snatch them for tens of thousands of years!"

...

Looking at the billowing devilish energy in the void, one after another voices of discussion came again.

"I want to kill this emperor!"

"You are not worthy!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold.

The next moment, the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hands.

"Sword of Devouring Heaven: Sword Breaks the Sky!"

An indifferent voice sounded, Mo Wentian's aura surged instantly, and the Heaven Devouring Sword trembled in his hands, as if he was about to strike at the next moment.

"Black Devil's Palm!"

A cold voice came, and in the void, billowing devilish energy quickly gathered.

In less than a breath, it has already gathered in the void into a magic palm hundreds of feet in size.

On the palm of the devil, the devilish energy was boundless, and the next moment, it directly came to suppress Mo Wentian.

"boom……"

A violent collision came, and the billowing magic energy collided with the vast sword energy.

Mo Wentian's body flew upside down again.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.

"This kid actually blocked it again?"

"Is he really just a warrior in the early days of Tianjun?"

"This kid killed Xiao Yuehen, the young master of my demon clan and Xiao Yuehen, a genius disciple of my demon clan, how could he be so simple!"

"This kid is too evil!"

...

Watching Mo Wentian block again, the figures in the dark were filled with shock.

"Boy, how does my black palm taste?"

At this moment, the magic palm in the void turned into a black-faced old man, looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of arrogance.

"How does it taste?"

"Old Hei, your Black Demon Palm is really good, but the taste of my Heaven Devouring Sword should also be comfortable, right?"

Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at the phantom of the Dark Demon King hundreds of feet in size, and said coldly.

"What does this kid mean? Can he still hurt the Dark Lord?"

"Is this impossible? In the early stage of Tianjun, no matter how evil you are, it is impossible to hurt Tianjun's consummation and powerhouse!"

"That's right, I think this kid was stunned by the beating, he must be talking nonsense!"

...

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the crowd erupted instantly.