Chapter 900: Ancestor Huo's Unique Move

In less than a few breaths, the time roulette has skyrocketed to the size of a hundred feet.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Baizhang-sized time roulette quickly moved towards the flame scimitar to meet it.

"kill!"

In Patriarch Huo's eyes, the killing intent was extremely terrifying.

"die!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were also extremely cold.

"Clang clang..."

The next moment, there was a sound of metal clashing.

Amidst the shocked expressions of countless warriors, Mo Wentian's time roulette collided with Huo Patriarch's flaming scimitar.

The time roulette trembled slightly.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spit out from Mo Wentian's mouth again.

Even though the time roulette stood in front of him, the terrifying flame power of the late king of the day still invaded Mo Wentian's body.

Mo Wentian's body flew upside down, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

But in the next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes glowed with an incomparably bright light.

"Boss!"

"Boss, are you okay?"

"Owner!"

...

Xiao Jiao and the others quickly appeared beside Mo Wentian, looking at Mo Wentian with worried expressions on their faces.

"I'm fine!"

Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and said in a cold voice.

"Blocked again?"

"Mo Wentian, this kid is too scary. This is the attack of Patriarch Huo with all his strength, and this kid actually blocked it!"

"Tianjun completes the late stage of the battle against the King of Heaven, blocking three moves in a row and hurt Patriarch Huo!"

"If Mo Wentian grows up, this ancient relic will sooner or later become his Mo Wentian's!"

...

A group of warriors looked at the proud figure standing in the void and began to discuss.

"Old miscellaneous, how does this emperor's time roulette taste?"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, he looked at Patriarch Huo, and said coldly.

"How does time roulette taste?"

"Boy, you...you are really arrogant!"

"puff……"

It's fine if Mo Wentian didn't ask, but as soon as Mo Wentian said this, Patriarch Huo's anger rose instantly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth as he spoke.

"Old man Huo!"

"Patriarch Huo!"

"Patriarch Huo!"

...

Seeing this, the Great Elder of the Demon Race and Patriarch Bing appeared in front of Patriarch Huo in a flash.

"Old man Bing, join me in attacking and beheading this kid Mo Wentian!"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Patriarch Huo stood up and said in a cold voice.

Unable to explain why, looking at Mo Wentian in front of him, Patriarch Huo had a bad premonition in his heart.

He had a feeling that if he continued to stand with Mo Wentian, he must be the one who fell down in the end.

"Old dog, you are really kind!"

"Fighting Tianjun in the late stage of the king of heaven is perfect, that's all, now you have to join forces with the old bastard, old man Bing, two strong men in the late stage of the king of heaven to fight against my boss, do you know how the face is written?"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao looked at Old Man Huo with a fierce look on his face, and said coldly.

"It's too unfair for the two heavenly kings to complete their battle against Tianjun in the late stage!"

"This is not fair, this is simply shameless!"

"The people of the Demon Race have never known what a face is. It takes a Heavenly King to fight a Heavenly King, and two Heavenly Kings together. I really don't know how the Demon Race is the second-ranked force in the ancient ruins?"

"Does it need to be said? It must be because of shame!"

...

Outside the demon city gate, countless warriors looked at the two ancestors, Binghuo, with disgusted expressions on their faces.

"Mo Wentian, you can't control your bastards who come out and yell, today this ancestor will teach you a lesson!"

The voices of discussion came from the ear, Patriarch Huo looked at Xiaojiao, with a terrifying murderous intent in his eyes, and his voice was even more gloomy and cold.

If it wasn't for Xiaojiao, how could it arouse the disgust and contempt of everyone.

He is the ancestor of the second demon clan in the ancient relics. How can he be ridiculed by a group of ants with such a status and such obedience.

Now, Patriarch Huo blamed all of this on Xiao Jiao.

"brute?"

"Old miscellaneous, today I will let you know how powerful I am, your grandpa Xiaojiao!"

Hearing this, Xiaojiao's figure directly transformed into Shenlong, looked at Patriarch Huo, and said coldly.

What Xiao Jiao hates the most in his life is that others call him a beast and a little snake. Now Patriarch Huo calls him both, how can Xiao Jiao bear it.

"Little Jiao, step back!"

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

"Boss, let me take action and solve this old bastard!"

Xiaojiao's expression changed instantly, and he said in a deep voice.

"Back off!"

"With your current combat power, you are no match for this old dog!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, and said coldly again.

Regarding Xiaojiao's combat strength, Mo Wentian was extremely clear. Although Xiaojiao's cultivation had reached the early stage of the Heavenly King, it was simply impossible to defeat the late stage of the Heavenly King!

Xiaojiao's combat power is at best comparable to that of a Heavenly King in the middle stage.

It is not an exaggeration to call the combat power of the mid-stage king of the king in front of the strong in the late stage of the king of heaven.

If Patriarch Huo's all-powerful blow hit Xiaojiao's hundreds-foot-long body just now, even if Xiaojiao survived, at least he would be seriously injured.

"Boss..."

Xiao Jiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Mo Wentian's determined expression, Xiao Jiao finally didn't say anything.

In the next moment, the figure flashed, transformed into a small snake, and landed not far from Mo Wentian.

"Old bastard, it looks like you don't dare to fight me anymore!"

"If that's the case, then let me get out, get out of this demon clan, get out of the ancient ruins!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, he looked at Patriarch Huo not far away, and said coldly.

That being said, how could Mo Wentian really let them go? Letting them go is equivalent to setting a time bomb for Mo Wentian and the Heaven-eating God Kingdom he will establish in the ancient ruins in the future.

Mo Wentian said that, but he just wanted to make their face disgraceful.

For a person like him who is under one person and above ten thousand people, reputation is extremely important.

"Don't you dare?"

"roll?"

Hearing this, Old Man Huo's hands were clenched into fists instantly, and his knuckles turned white.

The raging anger burning in those eyes did not hide the slightest bit.

"This brat Mo Wentian is so arrogant that he actually let Patriarch Huo go!"

"A strong man in the late stage of the heavenly king was scolded and let go by a little heavenly king in the late stage. Who can swallow this tone!"

"It seems that Patriarch Huo is going to use a unique trick!"

"It is rumored that Patriarch Huo not only has the king-level artifact of the Raging Flame Scimitar, but also the Raging Flame Hammer. The power of the Raging Flame Hammer is incomparably violent!"

...

Hearing Mo Wentian's cold shout, the crowd exploded in an instant.

Those figures looked at the fiery red figure in the void, their eyes filled with anticipation.