Chapter 867 Cannibalism

"Xiao Jinghen, Duan Fan!"

"stop!"

Mo Wentian stood up, looking at the prostrate figure, a wicked smile spread from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan stopped immediately.

In the next instant, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of Fan Zeng.

"You want to surrender to the emperor?"

Looking at Fan Zeng who was kneeling on the ground, Mo Wentian's face was full of coldness and arrogance.

"Master, I am willing to surrender to you!"

"As long as you don't kill me, I will surrender to you!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Fan Zeng's eyes were full of fear, and he kowtowed respectfully.

"Not to kill you?"

"You satisfied the Emperor, so the Emperor will not kill you!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth grinned slightly, and an evil smile was evoked in an instant.

Although he was smiling, Fan Zeng, who was kneeling in front of him, felt a chill hit his back.

"As long as the master doesn't kill me, I'm willing to do anything!"

Fan Zeng looked at Mo Wentian, full of flattery.

At this moment, he is really scared, he is scared!

He is afraid of death!

He is a majestic king of heaven, and he has a long lifespan. Compared with his life, everything else is nothing.

"Are you really willing to do anything?"

Hearing this, the evil smile on the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth intensified a bit, looked at Fan Zeng, and said indifferently.

"Really willing to do anything!"

"As long as you don't kill me, master!"

Fan Zeng nodded repeatedly, his appearance was like an obedient dog.

"Don't tell the master to bark so early, I still want to adopt you as the emperor's dog!"

Fan Zeng yelled one master at a time, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted coldly.

"Boss, are you really going to accept Fan Zeng?"

There was doubt in Xiaojiao's eyes, he looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"That's right! Boss, although this Fan Zeng's strength is good, but this person is so aggressive, you subdued him..."

In Huantian's eyes, there was also a flash of coldness.

"If he is obedient, it doesn't matter if the emperor accepts him!"

"As long as you honestly submit to the emperor, you still want to play around with the wind, unless he doesn't want to die!"

The cold voice sounded in the minds of Xiaojiao and Huantian.

"Boss is right, since that's the case, if we subdue him, our team of the Heaven Devouring Kingdom will be a little stronger!"

Xiaojiao thought for a while, then understood instantly, and said with a grin.

"Xiao Jiao, after following me for so long, you are really enlightened!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and an incomparably bright light rose in his eyes.

"Okay, since you sincerely want to submit to this emperor, then this emperor will give you a chance!"

"Kill all the demon disciples behind you, and this emperor will let you be my dog!"

Mo Wentian pointed to the trembling people behind Fan Zeng who were kneeling on the ground, and said coldly.

"Senior brother Fan Zeng, we have been brothers for tens of thousands of years, you can't listen to this kid Mo Wentian!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Fan Zeng, let's join forces and kill Mo Wentian and his group. In this way, we will not only be rewarded by the Beast Master, but also improve the status of our Demon Race in the Beast Master's heart! "

"Senior Brother Fan Zeng, you must not listen to the slanderous words of this kid Mo Wentian, he wants us to fight among ourselves!"

...

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, a group of disciples of the Demon Race suddenly became terrified.

"Shut up!"

"Master's words, which round will you be able to question!"

"Junior brothers, I'm sorry!"

Fan Zeng stood up suddenly, looking at the group of demon disciples in front of him, a terrifying murderous intent rose in his eyes.

"Well, Fan Zeng, you actually want to kill us!"

"We are your fellow disciples!"

"Fan Zeng is crazy, brothers, let's fight against Fan Zeng together, we can't let Fan Zeng kill us!"

"That's right, let's fight together, we can't let him slaughter you!"

...

Hearing Fan Zeng's words, the crowd exploded in an instant, and the figures stood up directly from the ground.

"Oh my god, this Fan Zeng really can do anything to save his life!"

"Junior brothers who have been in the same sect for tens of thousands of years will be beheaded, his heart is really vicious!"

"It's not just vicious, it's just for the sake of survival!"

"The water in the demon clan is too deep!"

...

Outside the main hall, hearing Fan Zeng's words, his expression changed instantly.

"Fan Zeng, why are you dawdling, kill!"

Seeing Fan Zeng's delay in making a move, Mo Wentian shouted coldly.

Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest fondness for the demon disciples.

Mozu sent people to kill Mo Wentian time and time again, Mo Wentian would not soften his heart in the slightest towards the enemy.

"Yes, Master!"

Fan Zeng hastily replied respectfully.

"Junior brothers, let's go!"

"Blue Dragon Excalibur, kill!"

With a cold shout, Fan Zeng's eyes were full of terrifying killing intent.

The next moment, I saw the Azure Dragon Excalibur in his hand, beheading the group of demon disciples.

"ah……"

"No……"

"Fan Zeng, you killed us, you will have a terrible death!"

"ah……"

...

But within a breath, screams came one after another.

In a moment, all the disciples of the Demon Race fell beside the Youchi, and streams of fresh blood spurted out, and flowed into the jet-black liquid of the Youchi.

As the fresh blood flowed into the pool, it quickly turned into blood, as if it had been swallowed by something, but within one hundred thousandth of a breath, it had completely disappeared.

"Master, what you ordered has been completed!"

Fan Zeng knelt in front of Mo Wentian and said respectfully.

On the Azure Dragon Excalibur in his hand, blood flowed down the blade, but in Fan Zeng's eyes, there was no fluctuation at all.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Mo Wentian nodded slightly.

"Fan Zeng really shot and killed all his juniors from the Demon Race!"

"It's really possible to do it just to survive!"

"Heavenly King's strength in the early stage is really strong. With one strike, all the disciples in the realm of Heavenly King died under his sword!"

"Xiao Jinghen surrendered to Mo Wentian, and the Demon Lord also surrendered. Now even Fan Zeng of the Demon Race surrendered to Mo Wentian. It seems that this ancient relic is about to change!"

...

Everyone regained their composure, looked at the figures lying on the ground one after another, and couldn't help sighing.

"Master, I have completed what you ordered, should I be released now?"

As if thinking of something, Fan Zeng said with a cold light in his eyes.

"Let you go?"

"When did the emperor promise to let you go, and you said you would submit to the emperor, then let go of your heart and let the emperor leave a mark!"

A cold voice sounded, looking at Fan Zeng in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of coldness and arrogance.