Chapter 911 Demon Race Submission?

The ice dragon in the realm of the emperor, coupled with his terrifying physique, would be swallowed by Mo Wentian.

This is a great thing no matter for his cultivation or physique.

"Master, that ice dragon has been entrenched in the ice abyss for many years, he will not allow others to enter!"

"If you are interested in it and want to enter, I am afraid it is extremely dangerous!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, a complex light flashed in Lu Jun's eyes.

"That's right, boss, that ice dragon may have already reached the realm of the emperor!"

"With such a cultivation base, we are probably far from enough with the current us!"

At this moment, Huantian got out of Mo Wentian's arms, looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a solemn expression.

"Huantian, did you forget something?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at Huantian, and asked back.

"Forgot what?"

For a moment, Huantian's eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Huantian, have you forgotten what kind of dragon I am?"

Seeing Huantian's expression full of surprise, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and appeared beside Huantian, saying coldly.

"Who are you?"

"That's right, Xiao Jiao, you were originally an Ice Soul Jiao!"

"Since this is the case, it is not difficult for you to enter this ice abyss!"

When asked by Xiaojiao, Huantian's eyes instantly flashed a bright light.

The next moment, his face was full of joy.

"Lu Jun, is there anything else that needs to be paid attention to in this ice abyss?"

At this moment, Mo Wentian looked at Lu Jun with a cold light in his eyes and said.

"Reporting to Master, besides the ice dragon, there are other ice monsters in this ice abyss!"

"But the level of those monsters is not high. With your current strength, master, you are nothing to be afraid of!"

Hearing this, Lu Jun didn't hesitate at all, and quickly opened his mouth.

"Xiao Jinghen, Fan Zeng!"

"Owner!"

Following Mo Wentian's cold shout, the two figures kneeled respectfully in front of Mo Wentian.

"The two of you stay in this demon clan!"

"When the emperor comes out of the ice abyss, I want to see all the disciples of the demon clan submit to the emperor's feet!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were cold and arrogant.

"Master, what if..."

Hearing this, Fan Zeng's eyes flashed coldly, and a serious look appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice.

"What if?"

Mo Wentian looked at Fan Zeng and said coldly.

"What if none of them surrender?"

Seeing those cold eyes, Fan Zeng's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Immediately, as if he had made up his mind, he said in a deep voice.

"Not surrender?"

"Then kill!"

The icy voice resounded throughout the void, and those cold eyes were even more arrogant.

"What a cold chill!"

"Kill? Kill if you don't surrender? It seems that Mo Wentian is going to kill the demons!"

"The disciples of the Demon Race have suffered!"

"The disciples of the Demon Race are miserable! In this ancient ruins, the beast master has always been respected, and the Demon Race has also surrendered under the feet of the Beast Race. Now the Demon Race is taken over by Mo Wentian!"

"As early as when the artifact in the Jiuyou Mountain Range was born, the Beast Master sent his disciples to kill Mo Wentian, and Mo Wentian occupied the Demon Clan and the Jiuyou Clan. Will his new Demon Clan surrender at the Beast Master's feet? ?”

...

Listening to that voice, everyone felt a chill hit their backs, and some martial artists with weaker temperament even had bead-sized beads of sweat on their foreheads.

"killed?"

There was a hint of surprise in Fan Zeng's eyes.

"Those who resist, those who do not submit, kill them all!"

"As for those who want to escape, record them all for me!"

A cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and his voice became even colder.

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing this, Fan Zeng came to his senses in an instant, and quickly answered.

"Okay, Xiaojiao, Huantian, Lu Jun!"

"Follow me to the Ice Abyss!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed brightly, looking at the people in front of him, he said coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

"Okay, boss!"

"Understood, boss!"

...

There were figures with solemn expressions on their faces.

"Tianhu, don't worry, the emperor will find that ancient book for you and find a way to restore your cultivation!"

Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Wentian Pavilion, where Tianhu closed his eyes and was recovering his body.

Mo Wentian secretly said in his heart, looking at that delicate figure, Mo Wentian's face was full of determination.

"Walk!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian opened his eyes and said coldly.

Then the figure flashed and disappeared in place.

Xiaojiao Huantian and the others were also not to be outdone, followed by the figure and disappeared in place.

When they appeared again, everyone had already appeared in the back mountain of the Demon Race.

And just as they left, the demon city of the demon clan was in great chaos.

On the streets, the clothes of the demon disciples can be seen everywhere. They seem to want to take off their clothes, get rid of the brand of the demons, and escape from the demons.

What's more, some disciples of the demon clan, after taking off the demon clan costumes, had no other clothes to change, and were even naked, running crazily.

"Run away! Mo Wentian is gone, let's escape from the demon clan!"

"You fucking stepped on my foot!"

"Don't you disciples of the Demon Race often rely on the fact that the Demon Race is the second-ranked force in the ancient relics, and run amok?"

"That's right, aren't you usually very arrogant? Why? Now you want to sneak into us in such a mess, and want to use us to cover up your eyes and ears?"

"Get out! Don't follow us!"

...

I saw countless figures swarming out of the city gate of the Demon Race.

There are disciples of other races, and there are disciples of the demon race who mixed in with them.

Because the demon disciples relied on the fact that the demon race was the second largest force in the ancient relics, they often bullied the disciples of other races. In the past, the disciples of other races were bullied in vain, and they dared not speak out.

But today is different. The current demon disciples have become Mo Wentian's prisoners. They want to escape crazily. Taking advantage of this good opportunity, how could disciples of other races let them go.

"Why did you hit me? I didn't do anything?"

"I beat you!"

"You and the others beat me up, are you courting death?"

"Ah...you Tianniu people are too arrogant, I am a disciple of the Demon Race, how dare you hit me?"

"What's wrong with hitting you? Not only I want to hit you, but we all want to hit you!"

...

At this moment, amidst the turbulent crowd, the pot exploded.

Shouts, screams, one after another.

Fan Zeng and Xiao Jinghen looked at this scene, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help raising an evil smile.