Chapter 879 Going to the Demon Race
"What?"
"The demons actually sent a strong man here while I was away?"
In Mo Wentian's eyes, a terrifying killing intent rose.
"That's right, they sent a full ten early-stage Tianjun powerhouses!"
"It's actually all our fault. Master Tianhu told us not to make a move, but I really can't help those people coveting Master Tianhu!"
"I'll make a move, and it's all my fault. If we don't make a move, they won't hurt us seriously. In this way, they won't threaten Lord Tianhu, and Lord Tianhu doesn't have to go with them!"
Chi Xiao looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of remorse, and his voice couldn't hide a bit of self-blame.
"Chi Xiao, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault!"
"They have ten warriors from the early stage of Tianjun. Even if you don't make a move, they will definitely make a move to you!"
Mo Wentian quickly helped Chi Xiao up, but the chill in his eyes became more and more intense.
"Emperor..."
Chi Xiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"Sky Fox!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were full of anger.
Mo Wentian seemed to have seen the desperate scene of Tianhu and Kulaitian killing them when he was no longer with the Jiuyou clan.
Mo Wentian must avenge this revenge.
"Old dog, devil king, this emperor will definitely ask you to pay back a thousand times!"
Mo Wentian's voice was incomparably cold, and the rolling power on Mo Wentian's body was terrifying and boundless.
In the Heavenly City of the Jiuyou Clan, that terrible anger soared into the sky.
"What a terrible breath!"
"That kid Mo Wentian's aura has become stronger again, so his cultivation has broken through again!"
"The Demon Clan took away the disciples of the Jiuyou Clan. It seems that the Demon Clan and the Jiuyou Clan are going to fight!"
"There's a good show to watch!"
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One after another figures looked at the void, their eyes filled with astonishment, but when they came back to their senses, it was more of their expressions of wanting to watch a good show.
Although both the Demon Race and the Monster Race surrendered to the Beast Race, but under the same sect, there is naturally a distinction between high and low.
The strength of the Demon Race is stronger than that of the Monster Race. In front of the Demon King, the Demon Race is naturally considered more important.
Now that the people from the Demon Race are in conflict with Mo Wentian, the people from the Yao Race are naturally happy to watch the show.
"Boss, Tianhu has been taken away now, what should we do?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed coldly, and he asked in a deep voice.
"what to do?"
"If you dare to take Tianhu away, of course this emperor will go and bring Tianhu back!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness, and his voice was even more powerful.
"Boss, do you mean to go to the Demon Race?"
Xiaojiao and Huantian looked at Mo Wentian and asked at the same time.
"That's right, go to the Demon Race!"
"Xiao Jinghen, you stay in Tiancheng, Mozun, Fan Zeng, follow me to the Demon Race!"
As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and he said coldly.
"Yes, Master!"
"Yes, Master!"
...
One after another figure bowed to Mo Wentian, arriving respectfully.
"Little Jiao, Huantian, let's go!"
With a cold drink, the figures of Mo Wentian and others disappeared in place.
"Look, that's Mo Wentian, where is Mo Wentian going with Fan Zeng and Mozun?"
"I looked in the direction, as if I was going to the Demon Race!"
"Demon Race? Why are they going to the Demon Race?"
"Among the demon clan, there is the demon king who is a strong man in the mid-stage of the king of heaven. Mo Wentian is going to the demon clan to die?"
"It doesn't matter what he goes to see, in short, there is a good show to watch wherever Mo Wentian is, follow along to see what good show is going to be staged!"
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One after another, looking at the group of people in the void, they began to discuss.
In the next moment, one after another figure hastily followed.
"Boss, there are many people following us secretly, do you want to solve them?"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, said in a deep voice with a flash of coldness in his eyes.
"It's just some ants who want to watch the show, killing them is a waste of time!"
"Our top priority is to get to the Demon Race as soon as possible and rescue Tianhu from the Demon Race!"
Mo Wentian glanced at the figures behind him, and said in a cold voice.
For Mo Wentian, the current disciples of Tianjun in the middle and later stages are indeed nothing more than benefits.
He is too lazy to kill.
"Boss, why do you say that the demon king of the demon clan captured Tianhu and went to the demon clan?"
Seemingly remembering something, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and asked again.
"What else is it for? It's just to lure this emperor to the Demon Race. They want to kill this emperor so that they can go to the beast owner's old bastard to receive the reward!"
In Mo Wentian's eyes, the coldness could almost freeze a person.
"The people of the Demon Race are really hateful. They even sent people to take Tianhu away while you were away!"
"People from the Demon Race have always been shameless. For them, these are just common tricks!"
...
Xiaojiao and Huantian, one dragon and one monster, started to curse at each other.
An hour later, Mo Wentian took the lead and finally arrived outside the city gate of the demon clan.
"Old devil dog, get out for this emperor!"
Looking at the Demon King's Mansion standing in the deepest part, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness, and he shouted coldly.
"Who is this person? He came to my demon clan so arrogantly, calling and cursing the demon king!"
"This person is so familiar...I...I remembered, this person is Mo Wentian!"
"Mo Wentian? Mo Wentian, the patriarch of the Jiuyou Clan?"
"This person's cultivation is no more than Tianjun's late stage. With such a cultivation, among my demons, he dares to shout so presumptuously. It's really arrogant!"
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In front of the city gate of the demon clan, the figures of disciples from the outer sect of the demon clan looked at Mo Wentian with disdain in their eyes.
Outer sect disciples in the demon clan, they don't know about many affairs in the demon clan.
They had only heard that Mo Wentian was the ancestor of the Jiuyou Clan, but they didn't know anything about Mo Wentian beheading their young master and other strong men.
They only know that the Mo Wentian in front of him is not high in cultivation, he is only in the late stage of Tianjun, such a cultivation is indeed a big catch among their demon clan.
But what is stupid about them is that Mo Wentian's strength has never been measured by cultivation.
"Owner!"
"Owner!"
"Boss, you are walking so fast, you are exhausting me!"
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At this moment, one after another figure landed behind Mo Wentian.
"Senior Brother Fan Zeng?"
"Brother Fan Zeng called that kid Mo Wentian the master just now?"
"I didn't hear it wrong, right? Senior Brother Fan Zeng's aura has already reached the realm of a heavenly king. He actually called Mo Wentian Master?"
"I heard that too, and look at Senior Brother Fan Zeng's respectful expression!"
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Hearing Fan Zeng's words, master, the crowd exploded in an instant.