Chapter 895: The Ancestor of the Demon Race

"This kid Mo Wentian is so strong, he even killed the second and fourth elders with one punch!"

"I think the Great Elder has also been planted today!"

"This kid is simply a monster!"

"The Demon Race, I'm afraid it will cease to exist from today on!"

...

Everyone came back from the astonishment, looked at the proud figure in the sky, and couldn't help admiring.

"Old dog, the emperor will give you another chance!"

"Surrender, or die!"

Mo Wentian took a step forward and stood proudly above the void, looking at the Great Elder with his eyes, his eyes were cold and arrogant.

"Surrender?"

Lu Yuan's body trembled slightly.

In Mo Wentian's eyes, he saw a hint of indifference. Mo Wentian is real, and he will kill him!

"Mo Wentian, you killed my only daughter, and even killed the demon king of the demon clan!"

"My demon clan is under the power of the Beast Master. If you dare to kill us so arrogantly, don't you fear that the Supreme Beast Master will come and kill you?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yuan, the Great Elder of the Demon Race, took a deep breath and shouted sharply.

"Beast master?"

Mo Wentian laughed.

Mo Wentian's eyes looked towards the distant void vaguely.

"Beast owner, in front of this emperor, it's just scraps!"

"An offal, so what if it comes?"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold and arrogant.

The cultivation base of the beast master is now the consummation of the heavenly king? Or is it an existence beyond the realm of the king of heaven?

So what if he surpassed the realm of the heavenly king, Mo Wentian is still fearless!

"Mo Wentian, you are courting death!"

The face of the great elder of the demon clan, Lu Yuan, was full of anger. Mo Wentian in front of him was really too arrogant.

He didn't even pay attention to the beast owner who was the peak powerhouse in this ancient relic.

Among the entire ancient ruins, probably only Mo Wentian dared to do this.

"I will give you one last chance, old bastard, to surrender to the emperor!"

"But if you resist, you will die!"

The word death fell, and in the void, a boundless cold air burst out from Mo Wentian's eyes.

For Lu Yuan, the Great Elder of the Demon Race, he has a high prestige among the Demon Race and is deeply rooted. Now that he wants to subdue the Demon Race and establish the Heaven Devouring Kingdom, he needs to stabilize the morale of the army first.

Now beheading the daughter of the First Elder, the Demon King, if this is the case, the First Elder still submits to Mo Wentian's hands, then there must be a large number of disciples among the demon clan, who will submit to Mo Wentian's hands.

"Mo Wentian is really arrogant. He killed the demon king of the demon clan and his only daughter, and now he still makes the elder submit to him?"

"Mo Wentian, that's really too arrogant!"

"The Great Elder will definitely not surrender to this kid Mo Wentian!"

"I don't think so. After all, no one wants to die!"

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Hearing Mo Wentian's incomparably cold and arrogant voice, discussions resounded again.

The eyes of countless warriors all fell on Mo Wentian.

"Boss, what nonsense to talk to him, just punch him to death!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed coldly, and a cold voice sounded.

"No, I still have some use for keeping this person!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold, he coughed lightly, and said coldly.

"Is it useful to keep it?"

Muttering to himself, Xiao Jiao's face was full of puzzlement.

"You'll know later!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched slightly, and a wicked smile spread.

"Mo Wentian, I will kill you!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the Great Elder's eyes were full of murderous intent, he is the Great Elder among the demon clan.

A strong man in the realm of heavenly kings, and Mo Wentian, is only the perfect cultivation of Tianjun.

If he submits to Mo Wentian, then what face will he have!

"kill me?"

Mo Wentian's eyes turned cold.

"Boss, since this old bastard is so ignorant, he still wants to kill you, let me kill him!"

Listening to the words of the Great Elder full of killing intent, Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly became extremely cold.

Xiaojiao's current cultivation is already at the early stage of the Heavenly King, and his combat power is even more terrifying.

"Don't worry, there are still people waiting for you!"

Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian smiled faintly.

In the hand of the Great Elder, a rune with a purple light was shining.

This person is transmitting the sound!

At this moment, the Great Elder is transmitting the sound transmission, so Mo Wentian knows that this is the Great Elder begging for mercy through sound transmission.

"Sound transmission symbol?"

In Xiaojiao's eyes, the killing intent soared instantly.

In front of Mo Wentian, this Great Elder of the Demon Clan dared to transmit voice?

"Mo Wentian, you killed the Lord Demon King of my Demon Clan, killed the two Great Elders of my Demon Clan, and made Fan Zeng, the first genius disciple of my Demon Clan, and the Third Elder and Fifth Elder surrender!"

"Also beheaded my arm. If you kneel on the ground and beg me for mercy now, this elder can let the past go!"

"Otherwise, not only you, but also the disciples of the Jiuyou Clan, as well as the traitors of the Demon Clan you just subdued, will all die here!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the Great Elder's eyes flickered with coldness.

In the hands of the Great Elder, there was a purple rune shining, and the light dimmed.

But at the moment when the rune was dimmed, when the Great Elder looked at Mo Wentian again, the Great Elder seemed to have confidence in his heart instantly, and the killing intent in his eyes suddenly increased.

"Old miscellaneous, I don't know how many warriors you can call in the realm of heavenly kings!"

"One? Two? Or three?"

Mo Wentian looked at the First Elder jokingly, and there was no worry in Mo Wentian's eyes.

If the Great Elder calls for someone, then Mo Wentian will just wait, just in time to catch them all in one go.

Those who can be paid to be dogs will be collected to make up the number. If they are not willing to surrender, then Mo Wentian doesn't mind beheading them all.

"Arrogance!"

In the eyes of the Great Elder, the ice-coldness was a little frightening!

Mo Wentian, that's really too arrogant.

"Who dares to act wild among my demon clan!"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded, and two dazzling rays of light soared into the sky from the depths of the Demon City Lord's Mansion.

These two rays of light, one is fiery red, the other is faint blue, one left and one right, appearing strange and boundless.

"It's the two ancestors of Binghuo!"

As the two rays of light rose, the entire demon clan cheered up.

It was as if they saw hope in these two rays of light.

The next moment, I saw those two figures stepping out from the two rays of light.

"Buzz..."

In the void, two terrifying breaths came out violently.

"Two warriors from the late stage of the Heavenly King!"

The expression on Xiaojiao's face changed slightly.

Among the Jiuyou clan, there was not even a strong Tianjun in the past, but in this demon clan, there are several strong heavenly kings, even those in the late stage of Tianwang.

And there's more than one, the aura of the two who came now is not much different from that of the demon king Lu Yan.

Among the ancient relics, the gap between the fifth-ranked faction and the second-ranked faction is not so large.