Chapter 902: Little Jiao Fights Against the Great Elder of the Demon Race

"Mo Wentian, what does this kid want to do?"

"Patriarch Huo was completely beheaded by him, and even the soul couldn't escape. What else does he want to do to Patriarch Huo?"

"Haven't you heard that Mo Wentian has cultivated a kind of kung fu technique, devouring others to increase his cultivation!"

"This kid is too evil!"

"Patriarch Huo is a strong man in the late stage of the king of heaven, so he just devoured it directly?"

...

Looking at Mo Wentian in the void, everyone's eyes were full of horror.

"Buzz..."

On Patriarch Huo's body, streams of essence and blood energy quickly surged into Mo Wentian's body.

As the stream of essence and blood entered his body, Mo Wentian could only feel the star the size of a soccer ball flickering in his dantian.

"It's still a little bit worse!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the light was extremely bright.

In the void, countless auras gathered towards Mo Wentian. At this moment, Mo Wentian's aura was extremely terrifying.

"What a strong breath!"

"How can this kid be so strong!"

The eyes of the remaining Great Elder of the Demon Race and Patriarch Bing were flickering with coldness.

Looking at Mo Wentian who was in the void, both of them couldn't help trembling.

Originally, Patriarch Bing wanted to kill Mo Wentian, but now he had no intention of killing Mo Wentian at all.

Patriarch Huo's cultivation was a bit stronger than his. Patriarch Huo had already died in Mo Wentian's hands, so how could he be Mo Wentian's opponent.

"Boss, are you going to break through?"

At this moment, Xiaojiao seemed to have discovered something, the light in his eyes suddenly increased, and his figure flashed, appearing beside Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of shock.

As Patriarch Huo's essence and blood entered his body, Mo Wentian's aura was still growing.

"Cultivation, break it for me!"

The icy roar came, and the light in Mo Wentian's eyes instantly swelled.

"Buzz..."

In Mo Wentian's body, there was a star the size of a soccer ball, and divine patterns shone with incomparable brilliance.

It seems that the next moment, it will grow up.

But unfortunately...

"Buzz..."

The aura around him began to dissipate.

The fluctuating aura on Mo Wentian's body also began to stabilize.

"Late King, it's still not enough!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness, and his heart was filled with unwillingness.

Just a little bit, just a little bit!

But just this little bit seems to be a gap between heaven and earth, and it can't be crossed no matter what.

"Boss, isn't there two more people here?"

At this moment, Xiaojiao's voice came again.

"That's right, there is also an old bastard from the late stage of the Heavenly King!"

"If you devour these two people, maybe you can break through!"

Hearing this, an incomparably bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Looking at the Bing Patriarch and the Great Elder of the Demon Race in front of him, an extremely hot light burst out from Mo Wentian's eyes.

Among the two, the Great Elder of the Demon Race is in the mid-stage of the Heavenly King, while the Bing Patriarch is a strong man in the late stage of the Heavenly King.

If they were not willing to surrender, Mo Wentian didn't mind, and devoured them all.

Even if he couldn't let his cultivation break into the realm of the king of heaven, but at least it would make his aura stronger.

"Two old dogs, this emperor will give you a chance!"

"Surrender to the emperor, or become the nourishment of the emperor!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with an incomparably cold light.

Looking at the two people in front of him, his voice was extremely cold.

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

Being looked at by Mo Wentian like this, the Great Elder of the Demon Race only felt like a prey, being stared at by the prey.

Looking at these eyes, he could only feel the coolness hit his back, extremely cold.

"Boy, you are delusional!"

"You killed the demon king of my demon clan, and now you have killed the ancestor Huo of my demon clan, my demon clan will not let you go!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Bing Patriarch also said with a stern face.

For some reason, looking at Mo Wentian, the two of them felt a bad premonition, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Demon race?"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched, and an evil smile spread.

"Among your demon clan, the Demon King was beheaded by me, and Patriarch Huo was also beheaded. On the first day, the disciple and the two elders surrendered!"

"What do you think you can do to win me with the rest of you bastards?"

A cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian's face was cold and arrogant.

The next moment, the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hands again.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he took a step forward. Mo Wentian stood proudly in the void, with a terrifying and boundless killing intent in his eyes, soaring to the sky.

Inside and outside the Demon Clan, countless warriors had impressive expressions on their faces.

"Does this kid Mo Wentian still want to kill the Great Elder of the Demon Race and Patriarch Bing?"

"Mo Wentian beheaded so many strong men of the Demon Race, and now there are only two strong men of the Demon Race left. Mo Wentian wants to kill them all. It's just too ruthless!"

"The demons seem to have fallen this time!"

"It seems that there will be no more demons in this ancient ruins soon!"

"The cultivation level of Patriarch Bing is even worse than that of Patriarch Huo. Patriarch Huo died at the hands of Mo Wentian. How could Patriarch Bing be Mo Wentian's opponent!"

...

Seeing Mo Wentian reappear in the void, countless warriors began to discuss again.

"Boss, two people, one for each!"

"Leave the Great Elder of the Demon Race to me, and I haven't fought for a long time!"

The light in Xiaojiao's eyes soared, and the rolling fighting spirit on his body soared into the sky.

Since Xiaojiao broke through to the realm of the king of heaven, he hasn't had a good battle yet. The great elder of the demon clan in front of him, with a mid-stage cultivation of the king of heaven, can just let Xiaojiao test his combat power.

"good!"

"But I have one condition!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly.

"What conditions?"

Xiao Jiao subconsciously blurted out.

"You can't kill this old dog. Although this old bastard is not strong, he is deeply rooted in the demon clan and has a great influence!"

"Keeping him in will be useful for us to subdue the demons and establish the Heaven Devouring Kingdom!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, and whispered secretly.

"Understood, boss!"

"Leave it to me, you can rest assured!"

Mo Wentian agreed, Xiaojiao's face couldn't hide a bit of joy.

"Proceed with caution!"

Mo Wentian seemed to have thought of something, looked at Xiao Jiao, and said in a deep voice.

In Mo Wentian's heart, Xiao Jiao has already been regarded as a brother.

"Boss, be careful too!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said with a slight smile.

In the next moment, Xiaojiao's figure directly turned into a hundred-foot dragon, standing proudly in the void, his eyes were full of cold and arrogant.