Chapter 886 Lu Yan's Internal Injury

"For you?"

"Boy, I will kill you today to avenge my son!

"Magic Saint Cauldron: Suppress!"

Lu Yan looked at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes was extremely terrifying, and he said in a dark voice.

"It's ridiculous to want to kill me with this cauldron!"

An indifferent voice sounded.

Mo Wentian's figure appeared in front of Lu Yan one step at a time. Looking at Lu Yan, Mo Wentian sneered.

"Boy, die for me!"

Lu Yan looked at the sneer at the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly rose.

Shouting coldly, the Demon Saint Cauldron slammed directly towards Mo Wentian in front of him.

"Time Roulette!"

"Block me!"

Seeing the huge cauldron with the size of hundreds of feet in the sky coming to suppress it, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly.

With a cold drink, the time roulette appeared in Mo Wentian's hands again.

Seeing the time roulette reappear in the void, Lu Yan's expression suddenly changed.

It was the time roulette just now that prevented his Demon Sword from hitting Mo Wentian, and also allowed Mo Wentian to take away his Demon Sword.

The next moment, Lu Yan's mind moved, and he quickly put away the magic holy cauldron, which became the size of a palm and spun in his hand.

"Boy, you have the ability to put away this roulette and fight with me!"

As if thinking of something, Lu Yan looked at Mo Wentian with a cold light in his eyes.

"keep it?"

"You have your artifact, and this emperor also uses it, why does this emperor put away the artifact?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said indifferently.

How could Mo Wentian not understand the meaning of Lu Yan's words, especially Lu Yan's reaction after seeing the time roulette completely revealed the fear in his heart.

"That's right, the demon king himself uses two divine weapons at the peak of the king level. What's more, he is still a strong late-stage Heavenly King. Why doesn't he let Mo Wentian, a warrior in the late-stage Heavenly King, use the divine weapon!"

"Can't you see that? This is the magic weapon that the devil is afraid of that kid Mo Wentian!"

"The devil king of the majestic demon clan is really shameless. It's fine to fight the king of heaven, but he still doesn't let Mo Wentian use the divine weapon. This is simply shameless!"

"Face? Do the demons have a face? I'm afraid they don't know what a face is?"

...

Thousands of feet away, the disciples of other ethnic groups in the ancient ruins began to discuss.

"Boy, don't you have any guts?"

Listening to the voices of discussion, Lu Yan's eyes became more and more cold.

But in the next moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he took a step forward and said.

"Noisy!"

"This emperor is too lazy to talk nonsense with you, go to hell!"

Shouting coldly, I saw the time roulette rapidly skyrocketing in Mo Wentian's hands.

In just a few breaths, it had already soared to the size of a hundred feet, and in the next moment, it went directly towards Lu Yan.

"Demon Saint Cauldron, block it for me!"

It's not that Lu Yan doesn't know how powerful the time roulette is.

Seeing Mo Wentian's time roulette coming towards the direct suppression, Lu Yan hastily shouted coldly.

The next moment, I saw that the magic holy cauldron in his hand also suddenly rose sharply, and the mysterious divine pattern on the magic holy cauldron also instantly lit up.

Lu Yan held the giant cauldron in his hand and stood in front of Zhijian.

"Want to hide inside and not come out?"

"Do you think your Demon Saint Cauldron is very strong?"

Seeing Lu Yan hiding behind the Demon Sacred Cauldron, Mo Wentian sneered, his face full of disdain.

There is no doubt that this Lu Yan is really afraid of the time roulette.

"Boy, what do you want to do?"

"My Demon Sacred Cauldron is the sharpest and sharpest artifact at the king level. Don't even think about breaking through my defenses. Do you still want to use your time wheel to break through?"

Hearing this, Lu Yan's eyes flashed coldly.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and said confidently.

"Old dog Lu Yan, have you forgotten that the emperor's time roulette is an imperial artifact!"

"What's more, if you want to break through your defense, why do you need time roulette?"

Mo Wentian's extremely arrogant voice resounded in the void.

In the next instant, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

"Boy, if you have the ability, come out to me!"

"What are you doing hiding like this?"

Seeing Mo Wentian's figure disappear, Lu Yan thought that Mo Wentian had escaped, so he let go of his voice.

But for some reason, after saying this, a bad premonition rose in Lu Yan's heart.

"Where did Mo Wentian go? Why did I disappear in the blink of an eye just now!"

"He won't want to repeat the same trick, remember that he was like this just now, taking away the Demon King's Demon Sword!"

"I think it's very possible!"

"Mo Wentian is too weird, he's scary!"

"I think the Devil King met Mo Wentian, and he met a hard problem. Not to mention the loss of so many beauties this time, I think he is likely to be in the hands of Mo Wentian!"

...

As Mo Wentian's figure disappeared, the crowd exploded again.

"Who said that the emperor is going to hide?"

"This Emperor is only here to take a step closer to destroying your Demon Sacred Cauldron!"

At this moment, an incomparably cold and arrogant voice resounded in the void.

Hearing this, everyone looked towards the void, only to see Mo Wentian's figure appearing behind Lu Yan.

"The Devil's Cauldron and the Devil's Sword are good partners, how could this Emperor have the heart to separate them!"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said indifferently.

"Mo Wentian, you..."

Mo Wentian's extremely arrogant words came to his ears again, and Lu Yan came back to his senses.

Just about to say something, but before he could finish his words, he clearly felt a dangerous aura spreading towards Zhijian.

"Go away!"

With a cold shout, Mo Wentian formed a fist with his palm, and punched directly at Lu Yan in front of him.

Lu Yan spread the slightest precaution, and was punched firmly by Mo Wentian in the chest.

"boom……"

In the next moment, Lu Yan's body flew upside down, stirring up dust all over the place.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Lu Yan's mouth.

Mo Wentian's punch did not use more than 30% of his strength, and his punch was not aimed at killing Lu Yan.

I just want to blast him away so that he can take away the Demon Sacred Cauldron.

As for Lu Yan flying upside down and spitting blood, it was more of an internal injury from his anger.

"What's going on? Why did Lord Demon King fly backwards to the early stage!"

"That's impossible. The power of Mo Wentian's punch just now is just an ordinary late-stage Heavenly King. Lord Demon King, a strong late-stage Heavenly King, won't be injured, right?"

"That's right, the disparity in power between the late stage of the king and the late stage of the king is a world of difference!"

"Master Demon King, is it true that he can't defeat Mo Wentian?"

...

Seeing this scene, the demon disciples couldn't help discussing one by one.

Although Lu Yan was at a disadvantage, their trust in Lu Yan was beyond doubt.

Those figures looked at Lu Yan with admiration mixed with worry.