Chapter 881: Meeting the Demon King

"Among the demon clan, who doesn't know that the young demon lord is the most beloved by the Lord Demon King. He holds it in his hand for fear of losing it, and holds it in his mouth for fear of melting!"

"This kid is so arrogant to say how the young demon master was beheaded by him!"

"I looked at the boy, today is sure to die!"

"This kid is so arrogant, even if he dies, it is his own fault!"

...

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the demon disciple said with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Arrogance!"

The anger in Lu Yan's heart could no longer be contained.

I saw an incomparably cold gleam burst out of his eyes.

Mo Wentian, is really too arrogant, to say in front of him how his son was beheaded by him!

This is simply lawlessness!

"Hand over Tianhu, or I will destroy your demon clan today!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted in a cold voice.

"Hand over that woman? Don't even think about it!"

"Boy, you are so arrogant that you still want that woman. Today, not only you, but all of you, as well as that woman, will be buried with this king's Qing'er!"

In the eyes of the demon king Lu Yan, the killing intent was extremely terrifying, as if he was about to strike the next moment.

"Master, I see that the devil old bastard will not hand over Master Tianhu!"

"Why don't you let Mozun and I go out and fight this old bastard!"

At this moment, Fan Zeng stepped forward, looked at Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice.

"No!"

"This old bastard is now in the late stage of the king of heaven, and all of you will not be his opponent!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian immediately stopped him.

Although Fan Zeng and Mozun are also in the realm of heavenly kings, they are only in the early stages of heavenly kings.

Although there is only a small difference between the early stage of the king and the late stage of the king, in terms of strength, there is a world of difference.

When they fight the devil Lu Yan, it is equivalent to hitting a stone with an egg.

"Boss, even Fan Zeng and Mozun are no match for this devil's bastard!"

"Then how can we get Tianhu back from his hands?"

Xiao Jiao frowned slightly, his face was full of solemnity, and he said in a deep voice.

"Since the demon clan has come, it is natural to rescue the Tianhu!"

"You are all waiting here, this emperor's woman, I will save it myself!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were full of firmness, and his voice was also full of sonorous force.

"Boss, are you going to save me?"

"But your cultivation is only in the late stage of Tianjun, which is really different from that old bastard!"

Huantian rolled his round eyes, looked at Mo Wentian, and said worriedly.

"Cultivation is not the only criterion for measuring strength!"

"Believe me!"

Mo Wentian's incomparably cold voice sounded in Huantian's mind.

Since breaking through to the late stage of Tianjun, Mo Wentian hasn't fought a battle yet.

Now he doesn't know how strong he is!

The Demon King in front of him, the Heavenly King's late cultivation base, just gave him a test of his own cultivation base.

And now there is this time roulette in hand, Mo Wentian also wants to see how powerful this time roulette is.

"Old bastard, this emperor knows that you will not hand over Tianhu easily!"

"Make a bet with this emperor, how dare you?"

Looking at the Demon King Lu Yan, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness, and he said coldly.

"What bet?"

Demon King Lu Yan was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously said.

"Today, the emperor will fight with you. If the emperor wins, you will obediently hand over Tianhu!"

"If the emperor loses, then the emperor will let you deal with it, how about it?"

Mo Wentian took a step forward, the aura on his body changed extremely sharply, and an incomparably terrifying coercion spread from Mo Wentian's body.

Although Mo Wentian's cultivation is only in the late stage of Tianjun, for some reason, the feeling given to Demon King Lu Yan is not much different from that of the middle stage of Tianwang.

"What? Did I hear you right? Mo Wentian is asking to fight Lord Demon King?"

"I heard it too, Mo Wentian, this boy is not a match, this is clearly courting death!"

"He is only in the late stage of the Heavenly King, yet he dared to challenge the Lord Demon King, a strong man in the late stage of the Heavenly King. I looked at the boy, he is going to die in the hands of the Lord Demon King today!"

"This kid, it's miserable!"

...

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the crowd exploded in an instant.

"Fight with me?"

"I am a strong man in the late stage of the dignified king, and I am not worthy of a fight!"

"This king wants to kill you, but it's just a flick of a finger!"

The cold and arrogant voice sounded in the void, and Lu Yan stepped forward.

The next moment, with a wave of the man's hand, his palm instantly turned into a sharp sword, and a sharp sword energy shot out from his body.

"Buzz..."

Wherever the sword energy passed, the void was directly shattered.

"Time Roulette!"

"come out!"

Feeling the terrifying sword aura that came in an instant, Mo Wentian shouted coldly.

In the next moment, a palm-sized roulette appeared in his hand.

"What is that kid holding in his hand?"

"Isn't that the shrunken version of the roulette that rushed out of the Jiuyou Mountains?"

"That roulette is so mysterious, it's not ordinary at first glance!"

"It doesn't matter if you have that roulette in your hand, even with his cultivation base in the late Tianwang period, he can't beat the Demon King in the late Tianwang period!"

...

At a place tens of thousands of feet away from Mo Wentian, the silhouettes of the demon tribe and the disciples of the Tianniu tribe looked at the proudly standing figure in the void, full of disdain.

"You are not qualified to kill me!"

With a cold drink, the roulette in Mo Wentian's hands started to spin slightly.

The next moment, one after another divine lines rose, and a mysterious wave spread.

The terrifying sword energy was directly shattered into the void.

"blocked?"

Lu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Although he only used 10% of his strength in the sword just now, but that sword is enough to kill the average early-stage Heavenly King strongman.

But Mo Wentian, the strong man in the late stage of Tianjun not only has nothing to do, but also blocked it.

As if he had discovered something, the next moment, Lu Yan's eyes fell on the time wheel in Mo Wentian's hand.

The roulette rotates endlessly, and it seems to contain the ultimate truth of the world, which seems mysterious and boundless.

"Could this be an emperor-level artifact that surpasses a king-level artifact?"

Seemingly remembering something, looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yan's eyes lit up with an incomparably fiery light.

Emperor-level artifact, that is a terrifying existence beyond the king-level artifact.

"Imperial artifact?"

Mo Wentian looked at Lu Yan with contempt in his eyes.

Although Mo Wentian didn't know what kind of artifact this time roulette existed, but this artifact could control the laws, Mo Wentian knew that it must not be as simple as an imperial artifact.

It's embarrassing that a demon king of the demon clan doesn't even know the level of this artifact.