Chapter 882 Fighting Against Lu Yan

"This...is this the legendary time roulette?"

At this moment, Lu Yan looked at the roulette in Mo Wentian's hand and let out a surprised voice.

"That's right, this is the legendary time roulette!"

"It's your honor to die under the time roulette today!"

Looking at Lu Yan, Mo Wentian's voice was indifferent.

The next moment, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the time roulette grew rapidly.

"Boom..."

The whole world trembled.

Wherever the roulette passed, the space was directly shattered.

"The power of this roulette!"

"So strong!"

Lu Yan's eyes were full of surprise.

He has never seen the power on the roulette, but he has a premonition, if the roulette falls towards him, then he is likely to have the same result as Lu Fengqing said, as Mo Wentian said.

"This is impossible, this kid's cultivation is only in the late stage of Tianjun!"

"Even if he has the time roulette in his hand, he can't kill me!"

Lu Yan gritted his teeth and stood where he was.

A divine sword appeared in his hand, and the devilish energy on the divine sword was billowing, looking from a distance, it was extremely terrifying.

"Magic Holy Sword!"

"kill!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yan's eyes flashed with coldness, he let out a cold drink, and swept out the Demon Sword in his hand.

"Buzz..."

The sharp sword energy shattered the void and directly killed Mo Wentian.

"The magic sword?"

"This is the artifact of the peak king level passed down by the demons, the demon sword?"

"In the late stage of the Heavenly King, coupled with this king-level peak artifact in hand, it seems that this kid Mo Wentian is really going to fall into the hands of the Demon King this time!"

"Don't ask the heavens what a disaster!"

...

Seeing the magic sword in Lu Yan's hand, the crowd instantly exploded.

"A king-level peak artifact?"

"In front of the time roulette, that is scum!"

Seeing Lu Yan attacking with a sword, Mo Wentian's eyes were cold and arrogant.

The next moment, Mo Wentian waved his hand slightly, only to see that the roulette no longer grew up.

It's just that on the roulette, it is much clearer than the palm-sized divine pattern before.

Those lines of divine lines seemed to contain the supreme power in the world.

"Time Roulette!"

"Time stands still!"

A faint voice resounded in the void.

Mo Wentian played a seal formula, and then the light on the roulette skyrocketed crazily.

"Buzz..."

The next moment, a series of mysterious and boundless forces spread out from Mo Wentian as the center.

"Boy, play tricks!"

"die!"

Looking at the changing scenes in the void, Lu Yan's eyes were full of murderous intent.

The Demon Saint Sword in his hand fell directly towards Mo Wentian without the slightest hesitation.

"Time roulette, stand still!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's eyes glowed with an incomparably cold light.

Following Mo Wentian's cold shout, the void suddenly fell silent.

Countless warriors looked up at the void subconsciously.

In the void, one after another terrifying breaths spread out from the time wheel.

"Buzz..."

The Demon Holy Sword fell towards Mo Wentian in an instant.

But when the magic sword was a hundred feet away from Mo Wentian, the magic sword suddenly slowed down.

It was as slow as a snail. It was an instant distance, but it seemed to be an unreachable distance.

"This... what kind of weird thing is this?"

"The roulette seems to be able to control time?"

"It's really scary!"

"Even if he has that roulette, so what? His cultivation is only in the late stage of Tianjun, and it is impossible to defeat the Lord Demon King in the late stage of Tianwang!"

...

Among the demons, countless disciples of the demons watched the strange scene in the void.

Slightly stunned, he came back to his senses, and said with a cold light in his eyes.

"what happened?"

"this……"

Lu Yan's face was slightly dazed.

The magic sword is still under his control, the connection is still there, but no matter how he controls it, the speed of the magic sword is pitifully slow.

According to the current speed, the sword might not be able to reach Mo Wentian's side in a few years.

And Mo Wentian, how could he wait for the sword in place for several years!

This is simply impossible!

"The emperor said, it's too weak!"

Mo Wentian stepped forward step by step, each step was a distance of ten feet.

In just one breath, Mo Wentian had already appeared in front of the Demon Sword.

Looking at this sword that was flickering with devilish energy, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of disdain.

"Don't ask the sky, you are cheating!"

"You are not a martial arts at all, what kind of demon method are you using?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yan's eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted sharply.

"Cheating?"

"The sorcery?"

"Hahaha……"

Mo Wentian couldn't help laughing.

What is witchcraft?

What he has never seen before, what is beyond his vision, what is beyond his comprehension, is it called demon law?

"That's right, Lord Demon King is right, this kid must have used a sorcery!"

"This kid actually used sorcery, this kid should be severely punished!"

"In front of the Lord Demon King, he dared to use sorcery. I think Mo Wentian, this kid, is sure to die today!"

"Master Demon King is the most annoying person, cultivating heresy and crooked people, I see the boy completely aroused the anger of Lord Demon King!"

...

Hearing Lu Yan's words, countless demon disciples quickly agreed.

"The majestic demon king of the demon clan is so ignorant!"

"Today, the emperor is merciful and tells you that he will let you die later to understand!"

"This is called the law of time. If you control it, you can control time, but one thought will kill you!"

Looking at Lu Yan, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with an incomparably cold light.

"The law of time?"

"Control the time, one thought can kill a person?"

Lu Yan's face was full of absent-mindedness. He had already tried countless methods, trying to get the magic sword to kill Mo Wentian, but the magic sword seemed to be blocked by something terrible. There is no acceleration.

"This sword is not bad. It's still okay to refine it and take it back for Chi Xiao to play with!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the Demon Sword in front of him, his eyes flashed, and he said coldly.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's palm turned into a claw, and he directly grabbed the Demon Sword.

Before everyone had time to come back to their senses, Mo Wentian had already grasped the Demon Sword.

With a sweep of the power of the soul, Mo Wentian directly erased the imprint of the soul that Lu Yan left on the Demon Sword.

There is no connection between Lu Yan and this magic sword.

"How can this be?"

Lu Yan's eyes were filled with disbelief.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was extremely pale.

"The sword inherited from the demons is really not bad!"

Na na muttering to himself, Mo Wentian held the magic sword in his hand and slashed towards Lu Yan's side.