Chapter 896: Ice Fire Patriarch

Now two more late-stage Heavenly King warriors came, and Xiaojiao's eyes were flickering with coldness.

"Owner!"

"Owner!"

"Boss!"

...

Looking at the two figures coming from the void, Duan Fan, Fan Zeng, Demon King and others hurried forward and stood behind Mo Wentian.

In the eyes of Xiaojiao and Huantian, an incomparably cold light rose.

"Meet Patriarch Huo!"

"Meet Patriarch Bing!"

Looking at the two figures, Lu Yuan was overjoyed instantly, and then hurried forward to salute them.

That look was as respectful as it could be.

"Fire Patriarch? Ice Patriarch?"

"Aren't these two the oldest monsters among the demons?"

"That's right, it is rumored that ten thousand years ago, the cultivation of these two people had already reached the late stage of the Heavenly King. Now that ten thousand years have passed, the cultivation of these two people must be terrifying!"

"Mo Wentian, this boy, it seems that he is miserable!"

...

The figures looked at Patriarch Huo and Patriarch Bing, their eyes were full of astonishment.

"Lu Yuan, what happened? You actually came out to disturb our Qingxiu!"

In front of the city gate of the Demon Race, a figure stepped forward and appeared directly in front of the city gate.

This person's body was terribly cold, but the other old man beside him was extremely fiery red, even his skin was fiery red.

"The two patriarchs, Lu Yuan had no choice but to interrupt the cleaning of the two patriarchs!"

Lu Yuan looked at the two of them, and hurriedly saluted again, his face full of respect.

"Um!"

"What's the matter? Tell me and let me listen!"

There was a flash of coldness in the eyes of the two old men, and finally their eyes fell on Lu Yuan's broken arm, and they said coldly.

"Reporting to Patriarch, it's Mo Wentian, it's this kid!"

"It was Mo Wentian who killed the Lord Demon King of my Demon Race, and the son of the Demon King, my daughter..."

Lu Yuan looked at Mo Wentian with a terrifying coldness in his eyes, and then said in a deep voice.

"Don't ask God?"

Hearing this, the two ancestors, Binghuo, hurriedly looked at Mo Wentian who was not far away.

"Boom!"

Following the eyes of the two elders, Mo Wentian seemed to see a sea of ​​fire and an iceberg hitting him at the same time in their eyes.

That terrifying power seemed to smash Mo Wentian into pieces!

"The soul of two hundred feet also wants to suppress this emperor?"

In the void, Mo Wentian looked at the two ancestors of the demon clan, Binghuo not far away, his eyes were full of disdain.

The next moment, Mo Wentian unfolded his divine soul, and that divine soul surged instantly, and a wave of vast and boundless aura came out violently.

"Bump!"

In the void, there seemed to be a collision sound.

I saw the bodies of the two ancestors of the demon clan, Binghuo, trembled for an instant, and the two retreated instantly in the next moment.

Watching the two figures in the void retreat, Mo Wentian looked at the two old men with a playful face.

"What a strong breath!"

"That kid Mo Wentian didn't do anything, but I'm afraid why it feels like my soul is about to shatter!"

"Could it be that this kid's soul is also terrifying?"

"I feel like I can't take it anymore, back!"

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Mo Wentian spread according to the power of the soul, and within a radius of one hundred feet, some warriors with lower cultivation levels couldn't hold on, and blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

Most of the warriors also had extremely pale faces.

Even if a martial artist in the realm of heavenly kings has reached the consummation state of heavenly kings, his soul is only two hundred feet long.

But Mo Wentian, his soul has already reached two hundred and fifty feet. Although there is only a difference of fifty feet, but in terms of strength, there is a world of difference.

"What a strong soul!"

The two ancestors, Binghuo, looked at each other, and the light in their eyes soared.

The two of them saw that Mo Wentian was only in the perfect state of Tianjun, and originally wanted to suppress Mo Wentian with their souls, but they were too lazy to do so.

Unexpectedly, Mo Wentian's soul was stronger than them.

Although there is only a difference of fifty feet, for them, the difference of fifty feet may not be able to condense it in this life.

If it wasn't for their spirits retreating so quickly, they would really be hurt by the terrifying spirit Mo Wentian.

"Two old dogs, in front of this emperor, they still want to use their souls to suppress them!"

"It's ridiculous!"

Mo Wentian looked at the two ancestors, Binghuo, with a terrifying coldness in his eyes.

"receive!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian let out a cold drink, and directly took back the soul.

Although Mo Wentian's soul is only two hundred and fifty feet long, the two hundred and fifty feet of soul is already a soul that can only be condensed by a warrior who is equivalent to the realm of the emperor.

"Boy, are you the one who killed the demon king of my demon clan?"

At this moment, Elder Huo's eyes flickered with coldness. He looked at Mo Wentian and asked in a cold voice.

"That's right, it was this emperor who killed him!"

"It's not just the old devil dog, but also the second elder, the fourth elder, and their daughters..."

"They all died in the hands of this emperor!"

Mo Wentian's voice was indifferent and boundless.

As if killing these people, Mo Wentian didn't take it to heart at all.

"Heaven is complete!"

The two patriarchs, Binghuo, inspected Mo Wentian's cultivation again, their eyes flickering with coldness.

The aura on Mo Wentian's body was only at the level of Tianjun's consummation. They checked it several times, and it was all in the realm of Tianjun's consummation.

Such cultivation base, in their eyes, is not an exaggeration to call it scum.

"The Demon King Lu Yan is not much worse than us!"

"Boy, you are only in the perfect state of Tianjun, and you can kill him alone. Is this impossible?"

The eyes of the two ancestors, Binghuo, were full of disbelief.

They didn't believe that Mo Wentian, the Tianjun's perfect cultivation base, could kill Lu Yan, the demon king in the later stage of Tianwang.

But they didn't know that when Mo Wentian fought against the demon king Lu Yan, his cultivation was only in the late stage of Tianjun. If they knew, Mo Wentian fought against the late stage of Tianjun in the late stage of Tianjun, and even defeated Lu Yan. killed.

They must be eye-popping!

"The two ancestors, Binghuo, are..."

"It's true, it was him, the one who beheaded the Lord Demon King of my demon clan, and made the first genius disciple of my demon clan submit to his hands."

Looking at the two ancestors, Binghuo, Lu Yuan's eyes flashed coldly, and he said respectfully.

"Fan Zeng?"

Hearing this, the eyes of the two elders, Binghuo, suddenly turned cold, and then their eyes fell on Fan Zeng who was not far away.

"Old bastard, don't look at him, he is also the emperor's dog!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a wicked smile spread across his face.

"Your dog?"

In the eyes of the two ancestors, Binghuo, a killing intent instantly rose.

He is the first genius disciple of the demon clan, but now he is Mo Wentian's dog. This is a shame, it is definitely a shame among the demon clan!

Fan Zeng's cultivation talent is enough to rank in the top three in the entire ancient relics, and this has always been the pride of his demon clan.

But now, this pride has become a disgrace among the demons!

"Master, this old bastard speaks too badly!"

"Let me teach him a lesson!"

At this moment, Fan Zeng stepped forward, looked at Mo Wentian, and said respectfully.

"The lesson is useless, a waste of energy!"

"Give these two old dogs to the emperor, and the emperor will have fun with them!"

A cold voice sounded, and the arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more and more intense.