Chapter 883 Ten Breaths, Beheading Ten People

"Boss, are you really going to kill this old dog?"

At this moment, Xiaojiao's slightly puzzled voice came.

"Kill him?"

"It is true that he is going to kill him, but now is not the time. Tianhu is still in his hands. I don't know how Tianhu is doing now?"

"Until he surrenders Tianhu, he cannot be killed!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an incomparably cold light rose, and he said coldly.

Lu Yan, who watched this scene, couldn't help shaking.

With his sword attack just now, even a warrior in the realm of heavenly kings would not dare to resist directly.

But Mo Wentian, a warrior in the late stage of Tianjun, not only resisted directly, but also took away his demon sword, but within one hundred thousandth of a breath, even the soul imprint on the demon sword was gone. Erased.

Even at this moment, Lu Yan has forgotten that he is a strong man in the late stage of Tianwang, and Mo Wentian in front of him is only in the late stage of Tianjun.

Facing Mo Wentian's slashing sword, he just had a look of embarrassment on his face, and he even forgot to make a move.

"Boom..."

There was a violent explosion sound, and there was a sword mark hundreds of feet long on Lu Yan's side.

From a distance, it is terrifying.

"The power of this sword is terrifying!"

"Mo Wentian, this kid, doesn't he really want to kill the Demon King?"

"Master Demon King is a strong man in the late stage of Heavenly King. It is impossible to kill Lord Demon King just because of Mo Wentian, the late stage of Heavenly King!"

...

Looking at the terrifying sword marks, the figures outside the demon clan had expressions of astonishment on their faces.

"Old Dog Lu Yan, the Emperor will give you a chance today!"

"Hand over Tianhu honestly, and I will be merciful and spare your dog's life!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian looked at Lu Yan, his eyes were full of indifference and arrogance.

"Mo Wentian, do you still want that woman?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lu Yan came back to his senses, looked at Mo Wentian, and laughed maniacally.

"Old bastard, what did you do to Tianhu?"

Looking at Lu Yan's expression, Mo Wentian couldn't help having a bad premonition in his heart, and shouted in a cold voice.

It was because of him that Tianhu followed to this ancient relic, and it was because of him that he stayed in the Jiuyou Clan's Heavenly City to guard...

If something happened to Tianhu, Mo Wentian would not forgive himself.

The next moment, he took a step forward and came directly in front of Lu Yan.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian grabbed Lu Yan who was laughing wildly, his eyes flickering coldly.

"Boy, are you angry?"

"Could it be that you want to kill me?"

"If you kill me, you will never see that woman again in your life!"

For some reason, looking at Mo Wentian's nervous and angry appearance, he said in a dark voice.

Lu Yan seemed to be sure that Mo Wentian would never kill Tianhu before he saw him.

"Boss, this old dog is simply too arrogant!"

"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of you, let me beat him to death!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian with a fierce look on his face.

"I don't even know the whereabouts of Tianhu, this old fox is extremely cunning!"

"If he is beheaded, where can I find Tianhu?"

A cold voice sounded in Xiaojiao's mind.

Mo Wentian looked at the void, and an incomparably cold light rose in his eyes.

"Boss, let's not talk about this old bastard, what should we do?"

Xiaojiao's eyes were full of doubts, and he said again in a deep voice.

"what to do?"

"If he doesn't talk about it, the emperor has a way to make him talk about it!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and he said in a cold voice.

"Fan Zeng, who is the person who cares most about this old bastard?"

Seemingly remembering something, Mo Wentian looked at Fan Zeng in front of him, and said in a cold voice.

"Reporting to Master, the most important thing for this old bastard is his old friend, the daughter of the Great Elder among the demons!"

Fan Zeng was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses and said respectfully.

"Go and capture all the people that this old bastard values ​​the most!"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a cold voice.

"Yes, Master!"

Fan Zeng saluted slightly and stood up.

The next moment, the figure flashed, and then headed for the highest palace of the demon clan.

"Fan Zeng, come back to me!"

"Mo Wentian, what do you want to do?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, especially seeing Fan Zeng's figure heading towards the highest palace, Lu Yan's eyes flickered frantically.

It's not that Lu Yan doesn't know about Mo Wentian's rumors and methods.

At this moment, he is really scared!

The daughter of the Great Elder of the Mozu, who he has loved for many years, holds a lot more weight in his heart than his own son, Lu Fengqing.

"What do I want to do?"

"You'll find out soon!"

The arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more and more intense, but there was an icy chill in the eyes looking at Lu Yan.

"Boy, if you do something to my Ru'er, I, Lu Yan, promise that you will never find your woman again in this lifetime!"

Lu Yan looked at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.

"You can try!"

Seeing Lu Yan's appearance, Mo Wentian calmed down, but the deep voice was full of chill.

"Why did Fan Zeng go towards the palace where the Great Elder is!"

"How is this going?"

"I seem to have heard Mo Wentian just now say that he wants to catch the person the devil cares most about!"

"It seems that those beauties who are hidden in the golden house are about to be captured by Lord Demon King. Among the demon clan, this time it will be embarrassing!"

...

Seeing Fan Zeng's figure disappear, everyone came back to their senses after a while.

The next moment, the crowd exploded. Everyone had different expressions, but most of them flushed red.

For demon kings, demon kings, the top-ranked kings in the ancient relics, it is indeed normal to have a few beauties hidden in golden houses.

But if they were all found out and displayed in front of people of all races, that would be another matter.

A quarter of an hour later, Fan Zeng appeared in front of Mo Wentian with several light figures in his hands.

"Master, bring all the people you want!"

Fan Zeng looked at Mo Wentian and said respectfully.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Mo Wentian took a glance and nodded slightly.

I saw Fan Zeng's two hands fully holding ten women of different styles.

These women are as beautiful as they are beautiful, but they are too vulgar.

These women were placed in front of Mo Wentian, he was too lazy to look at them.

"Boy, what do you want to do?"

"You let me let them go!"

Lu Yan looked at the figures that appeared one after another, his expression changed drastically, and he said in a cold voice.

"What do I want to do?"

"This emperor is not a good-tempered person, this emperor will give you ten breaths to think about it!"

"There are exactly ten people here, one breath kills one, just right!"

Mo Wentian looked at Lu Yan in front of him, his eyes flickered with coldness, and his deep voice was extremely cold.