Chapter 855: Demon Race Secret

"Holding an artifact that exceeds the late king level, this person's cultivation must not be weak. No matter how you say it, he must be a strong person beyond the consummation of Tianjun!"

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

"Boss, such a strong person will die after entering the castle, then we..."

Xiao Jiao's complexion suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice.

"Yes, boss, what shall we do next?"

Huantian looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a golden light in his eyes.

"what to do?"

"Since we're here, how can we just go out without investigating what's going on?"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.

"Master, this is the previous patriarch of the demon clan!"

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from the Wentian Pavilion.

"The previous patriarch of the demon clan!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a flash of surprise flashed across.

"Wu Sheng, what else do you know, tell me!"

Mo Wentian's voice sounded in Wentian Pavilion.

"Reporting to the master, the previous patriarch of the demon clan is a strong man in the realm of heavenly kings. I heard that tens of thousands of years ago, there was also an artifact in the Jiuyou Mountain Range, and the patriarch of the demon clan came to snatch it!"

"But after entering the Jiuyou Mountain Range, I never went out again. It turns out...it turns out that he died here!"

Wu Sheng exclaimed, and on the left thumb of the skeleton, a bright red imprint was extremely clear.

This mark is exactly the mark of the patriarch of the demon clan.

"A strong man in the realm of heavenly kings?"

Na na murmured to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with a cold glint.

"Not good, go back!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly flashed, and he shouted coldly.

"Crackling..."

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the skeleton on the steps stood up unsteadily.

The dust on the dry bones completely disappeared at this moment.

"What's going on, shouldn't this skeleton be dead?"

"Is this skeleton still alive?"

The faces of Xiaojiao and Huantian were full of shocking expressions.

"Quack quack..."

"A group of ignorant children dare to break into the master's territory. You are looking for death!"

The next moment, I saw the skeleton holding the war halberd on the ground, the joints of its jaw were staggered, and it even laughed evilly.

When Xiaojiao and the others heard this, the eyes of Xiaojiao became more and more serious.

"Owner?"

"Who is your master?"

Looking at the skeleton in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed an incomparably cold light, and his voice was even more icy cold.

"My master?"

There was a sound of joints twisting, and the skeleton looked at Mo Wentian with empty eyes, clusters of small green light spots rose from those empty eyes.

From afar, it looks weird.

"It turned out to be a cluster of soul fire!"

A smile suddenly appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes, and then he punched out directly.

"boom!"

Following Mo Wentian's punch, the skeleton's bones instantly folded into a ball.

The next moment, I saw that the skeleton was burning with raging flames.

"Boy, you dare to break into the master's territory, you are courting death!"

In the sea of ​​flames, the skeleton struggled violently, and the strange aura in its empty eyes seemed terrifying and boundless.

In just one breath, the skeleton was burned to ashes on the spot.

"Boss, why did you punch this skeleton and it caught fire? What is this skeleton?"

"That's right! Boss, what the hell is this? It's really weird!"

Xiaojiao and Huantian came back to their senses, looked at Mo Wentian, and asked burningly.

"I'm not very clear about this either!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an incomparably cold light rose, then he shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"Boss, you don't know that?"

Xiaojiao and Huantian looked at Mo Wentian and said in unison.

"Report to Master, I've heard of this!"

Suddenly, a respectful voice resounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"explain!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered coldly, and said coldly.

"Rumor, this is the soul fire raised by a demon powerhouse stronger than this demon patriarch!"

Wu Sheng's thick voice resounded in Wentian Pavilion again.

The strong demons are different from the strong humans. In order to improve their strength, the strong demons often practice some vicious martial arts. This soul fire is one of the vicious martial arts they cultivate.

The soul fires raised by the strong Heavenly Kings are generally not strong, and the strongest ones are only in the realm of Tianjun Consummation, but this soul fire has an advantage, that is, it is extremely loyal and can live for a long time.

If Mo Wentian didn't take action to extinguish this soul fire, this soul fire might last for tens of thousands of years.

"Soul fire?"

Mo Wentian looked at Wu Sheng, doubts arose in his eyes, but the next moment, as if he remembered something, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"I remembered, this soul fire is indeed like this!"

Mo Wentian glanced around and said coldly.

"Wu Sheng, what do you know about this castle?"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's indifferent voice sounded again in Wentian Pavilion.

"Reporting to Master, I have never heard of this castle before, so I don't know anything about it!"

Hearing this, Wu Sheng said hastily.

"We just want to explore the unknown!"

"Xiaojiao, Huantian, you all be careful, if I'm not wrong, it must not be easy in this ancient castle!"

Mo Wentian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Even the patriarch of the demon clan, the king of heaven, has fallen to this point and became a slave. There must be something terrifying among them!"

"That's right, boss, what level of cultivation do you think the owner of the soul fire is now?"

Xiaojiao and Huantian looked at Mo Wentian with serious eyes.

"It doesn't matter what level he is, I don't want to ask Tian, ​​since he came to this ancient castle, he must find out!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an incomparably cold light rose, and his voice was full of sonorous force.

"Go in and have a look!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian walked forward directly.

Xiaojiao and Huantian were taken aback for a moment, but seeing Mo Wentian who had already approached the castle, Xiaojiao and Huantian quickly followed.

"Squeak..."

With a slight push of the hand, the ancient gate of the castle opened.

The dust fell rustlingly, and an incomparably rich aura hit Mo Wentian, followed by another...

"It's demon energy!"

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

In this ancient castle, there is such a strong demon energy, Mo Wentian has a premonition that there must be terrifying monsters in this ancient castle.

"Boss, there are words on it!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao's voice came.

Looking at the prestige, I saw a stone tablet standing above the gate of the ancient castle.

Mozun Mansion!

Three words exuding an ancient aura appeared in front of Mo Wentian.