Chapter 868 Subduing Fan Zeng

"this……"

Hearing this, Fan Zeng's eyes flashed a cold light.

Fan Zeng is no stranger to the imprint of the soul.

He knew very well that if he was imprinted with the soul mark, his life and death would be completely in Mo Wentian's hands.

"What? Don't want to?"

Looking at Fan Zeng's hesitant look, Mo Wentian said coldly.

"This emperor gives you three breaths to think about. Let go of your mind. If you don't let go of your mind, you will die!"

Seeing that Fan Zeng hadn't answered yet, Mo Wentian said coldly again.

"Fan Zengdu has already beheaded his brother from the same sect, yet Mo Wentian still doesn't let him go, this kid is so arrogant!"

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

"I see that Fan Zeng has encountered a hard stubble today!"

"The strength of Xiao Jinghen next to Mo Wentian is not much worse than that of Fan Zeng, and the strength of Demon Venerable is even stronger than Fan Zeng. I think that if Fan Zeng does not surrender today, he will really be beheaded!"

...

Watching this scene, the figures outside the hall began to discuss again.

They all stared at the proud figure beside the Youchi with their eyes wide open, as if they were afraid that they might miss something wonderful in the blink of an eye.

"Boss, what are you talking about with this kid, just kill him!"

Xiaojiao looked at Fan Zeng in front of him, the coldness flickered in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"It's still useful to keep it!"

The cold voice sounded in Xiaojiao's mind, and a gleam flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Boss, this kid was very arrogant and wanted to fight me, but now in front of the boss, he still refuses to submit. I will teach him a lesson for you!"

Suddenly, thinking of the arrogance Fan Zeng wanted to attack him, he looked at Mo Wentian and said coldly.

The next moment, before Mo Wentian could open his mouth, the figure of Xiaojiao directly transformed into a dragon, and the body of a hundred-foot-long dragon stood proudly in the void. Looking at Fan Zeng, Xiaojiao roared endlessly.

"Ho Ho..."

The sound of dragon chants came one after another, and the entire void couldn't help trembling.

The warriors with lower cultivation bases outside the main hall even knelt down on the ground unconsciously.

"This Longwei is so strong!"

"Fan Zeng refused to surrender, so could it be that the dragon is going to kill Fan Zeng?"

"How is it possible? The dragon is only in the late stage of Cai Tianjun. It is simply impossible to kill Fan Zeng!"

"With the Shenlong, it is true that Fan Zeng cannot be killed. Even if Fan Zeng makes a move, the Shenlong will definitely die, but does Fan Zeng dare to make a move?"

...

The vast Longwei came, and everyone trembled.

"This little jiao, he didn't want to teach Fan Zeng a lesson for me, he clearly wanted revenge!"

Mo Wentian looked at the proud figure of Xiaojiao in the sky, and couldn't help a wicked smile from the corner of his mouth.

"The dragon flicks its tail!"

With a cold shout, Xiaojiao's figure flashed, and the tens of feet in size Longwei drew towards Fan Zeng's body.

"ah……"

A series of screams instantly resounded throughout the void.

"Oh my god, I'm not mistaken, Fan Zeng was actually drawn by that divine dragon beside Mo Wentian!"

"Yes, I saw it too!"

"It's a disgrace that a powerful man in the realm of heavenly kings is actually drawn by a monster in the realm of heavenly kings!"

...

A scream came, and outside the hall, among the crowd, a pot exploded in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Master, I surrender, I surrender, don't beat me!"

Fan Zeng, who hadn't recovered from his senses, was swayed by Xiaojiao's divine dragon.

He originally thought that Xiao Jiao's strength was only at the peak of Cai Tianjun, but after this move, he realized that Fan Li's death in Xiao Jiao's hands was not in vain.

The power of Xiaojiao's tail has definitely reached the level of Tianjun's perfection.

Mo Wentian was surrounded by hidden dragons and crouching tigers, not only Xiao Jinghen and Mozun, but also such terrifying monsters.

At this moment, there was no longer any hesitation in his heart, and he quickly knelt on the ground and begged Mo Wentian for mercy.

"puff……"

The next moment, a mouthful of blood gushed out of Fan Zeng's mouth.

"I want to ask for mercy right now. You were so rude to your grandpa Xiaojiao just now. I haven't beaten your grandpa enough!"

"Come again!"

With a sneer, Xiao Jiao twisted the dragon's body excitedly, and yanked towards Fan Zeng who hadn't stood up yet.

Xiao Jiao seemed to be addicted to smoking, and smoked Fan Zeng for a quarter of an hour.

"Little Jiao, you should have enough energy, stop!"

Mo Wentian looked at the void, and Mo Wentian said in a deep voice with the corner of his mouth raised for Fan Zeng who had already been whipped miserably.

"Boss, I'm not angry enough yet!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, frowned slightly and said.

"Look at what he has become. If you continue to smoke, he probably won't even know him when he goes back!"

Mo Wentian coughed lightly, curled up the corners of his mouth, and said in a deep voice.

"Master, Grandpa Little Jiao!"

At this moment, a man with a swollen face and blood dripping from his body knelt on the ground, trembling.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you? How do you call me grandpa?"

Xiaojiao looked at Fan Zeng whose face was swollen into a pig's head, and for a while, he didn't recognize him, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Reporting to Grandpa Xiaojiao, I am Fan Zeng!"

Hearing this, Fan Zeng really felt like crying.

Just now Xiaojiao was slapping him all the time, now Xiaojiao sees that he doesn't recognize him, and even asks who he is?

"Fan Zeng! Is he really Fan Zeng?"

"How did he become like this, don't say that Shenlong didn't see it, I can't even recognize it!"

"It's too miserable for him, the majestic king of heaven, being drawn into such a state by the monsters in the late stage of Tianjun, it's simply..."

"It's too awful!"

...

After staring at Fan Zeng for a long time, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Boss, is this really Fan Zeng?"

Xiao Jiao was very puzzled, looked at Mo Wentian, and asked in a deep voice.

"You don't even recognize your own masterpiece?"

The arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more and more intense, and he asked instead of answering.

"I'm really sorry, I just flicked my tail a little, but I didn't expect him to become like this!"

The corner of Xiaojiao's mouth twitched slightly, and said with a bit of embarrassment in that appearance.

"Yeah?"

"You really just flicked your tail a little?"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and said with an evil smile.

"Boss, I..."

Xiaojiao felt a little embarrassed when Mo Wentian exposed him like this.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Master, I surrender!"

"I surrender!"

At this moment, Fan Zeng's trembling voice came again.

"Relax your mind!"

Looking at Fan Zeng in front of him, Mo Wentian shouted coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

Fan Zeng really couldn't bear Mo Wentian's coercion, he had a premonition that if he hesitated any longer, he might really die here.