Chapter 858 Convinced Strength

"God Devouring Art!"

"Swallow!"

Seeing the surging devilish energy, Mo Wentian suddenly used seals one by one.

I saw that the billowing demonic energy in the void turned into countless essence energy, gathering towards Mo Wentian crazily.

"carefree!"

As the essence entered Mo Wentian's body, the aura on Mo Wentian's body increased rapidly.

There is actually another trend that needs to be broken through.

"The Demonic Venerable's devilish energy is really good!"

"If it weren't for the fact that you still have some value to this emperor, today I, Mo Wentian, would have devoured you directly!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a touch of fire rose.

But the next moment, thinking of the role of the Demon Lord, Mo Wentian tried his best to suppress the impulse in his heart.

This Demon Venerable's staying power is much stronger than directly devouring it.

If one wants to establish the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom in this ancient relic, if there are no strong men in the realm of Heavenly Kings, it may not be so easy to recruit disciples.

In this way, if you want to establish the Heaven Devouring Kingdom, it is just a false name.

"Boy, what kind of sorcery is this?"

The Mozun looked at Mo Wentian with a full face, just a moment ago, the devilish energy in the cave had already been swallowed up by Mo Wentian.

These devilish qi are the devilish qi formed by refining countless monsters. The power contained in this devilish qi is terrifying and boundless.

If he hadn't stopped just now, he might have been sucked clean by Mo Wentian now.

"witchcraft?"

"Dignified Demon Lord, you are really ignorant, this emperor is the Heaven Devouring God Art!"

Mo Wentian looked at the Mozun in front of him with indifference.

"Boy, I am the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm. You are just a small human being. Even if you are scary, so what, I will never submit to your hands no matter what!"

With cold eyes flickering endlessly, Mozun said coldly.

"Little human?"

Hearing this, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth couldn't help a wicked smile, and his eyes were even more cold and arrogant.

"Based on the initial state of your little Heavenly King, you are worthy of saying that I am just a little human!"

"You are such an ant, it is your honor for this emperor to let you surrender and be his slave!"

Standing proudly, Mo Wentian's face was full of arrogance.

"Is it an honor to be a slave?"

Muttering to himself, Mozun's pupils shrank suddenly.

The crippled palm was clenched into a fist at this moment, and the joints were even more creaking.

"Boy, who are you?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Mozun seemed to have remembered something, and said with a serious face.

"This emperor, don't ask the sky!"

Mo Wentian's face was unparalleled in coldness and arrogance, and his voice was even more icy cold.

"Don't ask God?"

"Mo Wentian from the Sword God Continent?"

The Mozun exclaimed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Not long ago, he got a voice transmission from the ancestor of the demon world, saying that there was a person in the Sword God Continent who almost killed him...

And let him leave the castle to kill Mo Wentian!

"That's right, it's the emperor!"

"Since you are a member of the Demon Realm, the ancestor of the Demon Realm who escaped must have already informed you of my identity!"

The coldness in Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly increased, and he said coldly.

"That's really nowhere to look for if you have broken through the straw sandals. It doesn't take much effort to get them!"

"The patriarch of the demon world has been looking for you for a long time. If I tell him you are here now, do you think he will come right away?"

"Hahaha……"

Hearing this, Mozun laughed wildly, and the pride in his eyes was not concealed at all.

The next moment, a sound transmission talisman appeared in the incomplete palm of the Mozun.

"In front of this emperor, you still want to transmit sound!"

"It's just delusional!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and appeared directly in front of Mozun.

But in one hundred thousandth of a breath, Mo Wentian reached out and snatched the sound transmission amulet from Mozun's hand, crushing it to pieces.

Mo Wentian's speed was terrific, even the demon king who was a powerful king of heaven could only see an afterimage.

It was the afterimage, and before he could react, the sound transmission talisman in his hand had already shattered.

"This is the first and last time!"

"If you don't know your face yet, then you need to blame this emperor for accidentally swallowing you alive!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, but there was a terrifying killing intent in his eyes.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

Mozun came back to his senses, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But the next moment, looking at Mo Wentian, he pretended to be cold and arrogant.

"What about arrogance?"

"This emperor is in front of you, an ant, so he has the right to be arrogant!"

"The emperor said, I will give you two choices, surrender or die!"

Mo Wentian looked at the Mozun in front of him, and the murderous look in his eyes suddenly rose.

"Boy, no matter how bad I am now, I am still a strong king of heaven. You are only in the middle stage of the king of heaven. Do you want me to submit to you?"

"Then you have to show the strength that convinces me!"

In Mozun's eyes, a cold light flickered endlessly.

Mo Wentian devoured his demon energy, although it was terrifying, but in his heart, he still didn't believe that Mo Wentian, a warrior in the realm of Heavenly King, could kill him!

"Convincing strength?"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled into an evil smile.

If the Demon Lord in front of him was in his heyday, he would naturally be unable to fight now.

But Mozun, now it is a devouring demon body that has been cultivated incompletely, and its own cultivation has been damaged, and Mo Wentian's cultivation has also broken through to the middle stage of Tianjun.

If he wanted to kill this Demon Venerable, it would be extremely easy.

"Boss, this demon is the king of heaven!"

"be careful!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao's voice came from Wentian Pavilion.

"What about the king of heaven?"

"If you don't listen to this emperor, you will die!"

The voice was full of sonorous force, and Mo Wentian's face was extremely confident.

"Boss, since you are so confident in killing him, why haven't you done it so long?"

Huantian said in confusion.

"If you want to establish new forces and recruit disciples in this ancient relic, you must have the strength to convince them!"

"You said what would happen if all the demon kings in the demon world surrendered to this emperor?"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up.

"Boss, you want this demon to submit to you and establish prestige!"

Xiaojiao and Huantian said in unison.

"That's right!"

"Leave this Demon Lord to me, and you all should stabilize your cultivation. I feel that the artifact is about to be born, and there will naturally be room for you to use it later!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian said coldly with a cold light in his eyes.

"Okay, boss!"

"Okay, boss!"

"I just like fighting, I'm looking forward to fighting the Nine Nether Grottoes with the boss!"

Xiao Jiao's warlike voice came, even if he didn't see his expression at the moment, he could still feel his desire to fight.