Chapter 843

"What else, take it out!"

"In case you're dead, I'm too lazy to check your interspatial rings, looking for them one by one!"

Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord with cold and arrogant eyes.

"Boy, I'm going to kill you!"

"Kill you!"

The Dark Lord's voice was extremely indifferent, and murderous intent rose in his eyes.

How could the Dark Lord not know about the auras in the dark.

In front of so many people, Mo Wentian snatched his Demon Cauldron and Demon God Battle Halberd. Although it was because of the God Orb, both the Demon Cauldron and Demon God Battle Halberd are in Mo Wentian's hands now.

It's a shame that a little Tianjun's early martial artist took away his two king-level artifacts!

"kill me?"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes were full of disdain.

Although the current Dark Lord is not easy to kill, it is impossible to kill him.

"Dark Devil's Foot!"

With a cold shout, he saw that in the void, the Dark Lord directly transformed countless demonic energy, and the magical energy quickly gathered in the void to form a hundred-foot-sized devil's foot.

The next moment, that magic foot stepped directly towards Mo Wentian.

"It turns out that there is no artifact!"

"Old Hei, you are really poor, a demon king has only two king-level artifacts!"

Mo Wentian looked at the oncoming devil's foot in the void, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

"Boy, die!"

Amidst the billowing devilish energy, the thick voice was extremely indifferent.

"Old miscellaneous, today this emperor will use your demon god halberd to kill you!"

Just when the magic foot was about to land on Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian made a move, and a war halberd appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.

It's just that the war halberd that appeared at this moment has no demon energy, and the connection between the war halberd and Mo Wentian is brightened.

The next moment, Mo Wentian held the Demon God's Battle Halberd in his hand, and directly slashed towards the hundred-foot-high Demonic Leg in the void.

"Buzz..."

Following Mo Wentian's sword attack, the aura on Mo Wentian's body rapidly increased.

"This emperor really hates people pointing their feet at me, old black, today this emperor will cut your hoof first!"

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

"This kid is so arrogant, he even took the Dark Lord's Demon God's Halberd to fight the Dark Lord!"

"He's not just arrogant, he's simply arrogant!"

"This kid's original strength has reached the peak of Tianjun. Now that this devil's war halberd is used, it is really uncertain who will die!"

...

Looking at the void, everyone couldn't help sighing.

Mo Wentian is definitely the most arrogant they have ever seen!

"Dog's hoof, break it for me!"

Mo Wentian's voice was indifferent and boundless, standing in the void, at this moment, Mo Wentian's aura suddenly became incomparably cold.

His eyes are even more without the slightest emotion, like a supreme god, overlooking all living beings.

The next moment, the Demon God's Battle Halberd directly slashed at the Demon's foot.

"ah……"

"No……"

"This is impossible?"

Following Mo Wentian's halberd slashing down, in the void, the hundred-foot-long magic foot instantly shattered.

A series of screams came from the void.

The next moment, the demon energy in the void dissipated, and a black-faced old man flew upside down on the ground.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

I saw that one leg of the black-faced old man was gone, and his complexion was even more gloomy.

"The devil's foot of the Dark Lord was cut to pieces by this kid!"

"In Tianjun's early stage, he seriously injured Tianjun's consummated powerhouse!"

"This is no human, this is simply a monster!"

...

Looking at the Dark Lord in the early stage of inverted flight, everyone's faces were full of shock.

"Boy, I don't want the phantom fruit, I give it to you!"

"I don't want neither the magic cauldron nor the demon god's battle halberd. I will give them all to you. You have won this battle!"

At this moment, looking at that proudly standing figure, a sense of fear rose in the Dark Lord's heart.

He had a premonition that if he continued to fight, he must be the one who died.

Now he is a strong man who is perfect in Tianjun, and he is not far from breaking through the realm of Tianwang.

If he broke through to the realm of the king of heaven, his lifespan would be extended several times, and he didn't want to die.

"Just surrender?"

Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the Dark Lord. Looking at the Dark Lord, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched slightly, and he said jokingly.

"Stop fighting, you won!"

The Dark Lord looked at Mo Wentian and said with a wry smile.

"Did I hear you right, the Dark Lord actually surrendered to the kid?"

"The Dark Lord is a perfect and powerful Tianjun, and he actually surrendered to the little Tianjun's early warrior?"

"This kid is really scary. Even the strongest of the Tianjun Consummation can't beat him. It seems that we want to kill him and go to the beast owner to receive the reward..."

...

As soon as the Dark Lord's words came out, the crowd exploded instantly.

Everyone looked at the proudly standing figure, but there was a touch of fear in their eyes.

The Dark Demon King who had completed Tianjun had already begged Mo Wentian for mercy, let alone them, you must know that among them, the strongest is only at the peak of Tianjun.

Originally, they wanted to kill Mo Wentian and go to the beast clan to receive the reward from the beast master, but at this moment, seeing the extremely distressed Dark Demon King, they had no other thoughts in their hearts.

"You don't want to fight anymore, but what should I do if I haven't fought enough?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's mouth became more curved, and he said indifferently.

The more the Dark Lord begged for mercy, the more he didn't want to let go.

"Boy, don't be ignorant, I've already given you everything you want!"

"But it doesn't mean that this king is afraid of you!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the Dark Demon King's eyes were extremely cold.

The voices of discussion in the void completely reached the ears of the Dark Lord.

Hearing the voices of discussion, the Dark Lord recovered from the fear.

At that moment just now, he has already forgotten that he is a strong Tianjun consummated, and Mo Wentian is just a warrior in Tianjun's early stage.

In an instant, looking at Mo Wentian, the Dark Demon King felt confident in his heart.

"Not afraid of me?"

"It's just what I want, so come on, old bastard!"

Mo Wentian was taken aback for a moment, then said indifferently.

"Boy, Demon God Palm!"

"die!"

With a cold drink, a demon palm several hundreds of feet appeared again in the void.

Demonic Qi billowed above the palm, which was several times stronger than the power of the previous demon palm.

Mo Wentian had a premonition that this must be the blow of the Dark Lord with all his strength.

"Qian donkey is so poor that he wants to kill me with this palm, what a fool's dream!"

"Devil God Battle Halberd!"

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

The next moment, the Demon God's Battle Halberd appeared in Mo Wentian's hands again, without the slightest hesitation, he held the Demon God's Battle Halberd, and directly slashed towards the Demon God's Battle Halberd in the void.

"Die!"

"die!"

The voice of the Dark Lord was extremely harsh.

The magic palm in the void frantically patted Mo Wentian.