Chapter 944: Qi Yun's Choice

"Then it looks like you chose the first one!"

"If that's the case, then it's no wonder I'm the Emperor!"

Hearing Qi Yun's words, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.

In the next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and nine identical Mo Wentians appeared in the void.

Immediately, nine Mo Wentian figures flashed, and eighty-one Mo Wentian figures appeared in the void.

Those eighty-one Mo Wentian's auras were all the same, there was no slight difference.

"this……"

"What a weird move!"

"It's too scary to turn into eighty-one clones directly!"

"Isn't this kid's cultivation at the consummation level of Tianjun? But the aura on his body seems to have surpassed that of Tianjun!"

...

Seeing the eighty-one Mo Wentian standing proudly in the void, the disciples of the orc clan, his eyes were full of impressive words.

"Sword of Devouring Heaven: Sword Breaks the Sky!"

"You group of ants, let's go!"

An icy voice sounded, and there were eighty-one Mo Wentian hands, and at some point, a divine sword had appeared.

That divine sword seems ordinary and unnecessary, but the aura emanating from it does not seem to be simple.

"Boss, are you going to kill them all?"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao's slightly anxious voice rang in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Qi Yun, this kid feels so good about himself!"

"If the emperor doesn't show him some color, it seems that he won't agree to the emperor's conditions!"

"In this case, then the emperor will give him some color."

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a cold light flashed, and he sent a voice transmission to Xiaojiao.

"Boss..."

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"go to hell!"

With a cold shout, in the void, eighty-one Mo Wentians were holding the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword and beheading a group of beast clan disciples.

"Is this kid trying to kill us?"

"The might of this divine sword is so powerful!"

"Not good, back!"

"retreat!"

...

Seeing Mo Wentian slaying towards him, a group of orc disciples came back to their senses and retreated subconsciously.

"In front of this emperor, do you still want to escape?"

"go to hell!"

Mo Wentian looked at the group of orc disciples fleeing frantically, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more terrifying.

In the next moment, eighty-one Mo Wentian made a direct strike with a sword.

Following Mo Wentian's sword move, the void trembled violently, as if a hole was about to be torn open in the void in the next moment.

The billowing sword energy was constantly shaking, and the aura from Mo Wentian's body burst out even more violently.

"ah……"

"Do not kill me!"

"Brother Qi Yun, save me!"

"Brother Qi Yun, we choose the second one!"

"We agree to your terms, don't kill me!"

...

A series of screams and begging for mercy resounded through the entire void.

But Mo Wentian wasn't moved at all, for the orcs, Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest liking for them.

That beast owner, the bastard, coveted the Sky Fox when he was in the Sword God Continent, which made Mo Wentian very upset.

And when they came to the ancient ruins, this old bastard of the orc race even sent people to kill him many times.

In Mo Wentian's heart, there are only two kinds of people, one is his own people, and the other is the enemy.

For his own people, Mo Wentian is not stingy, and for his enemies, Mo Wentian will not be lenient in the slightest.

"ah……"

"No……"

...

Following Mo Wentian's sword move, the screams stopped abruptly.

Just the next moment, a strong smell of blood quickly spread in the void.

The ones Mo Wentian attacked this time were all the disciples with the worst cultivation among the beast clan.

For those disciples with better cultivation bases, it is still useful for Mo Wentian to keep them.

But even if they are poor disciples, they are still in the late stage of Tianjun. If a Tianjun is perfect, he can kill five hundred disciples of Tianjun's late stage. Yun impressively.

"This cultivation base is really too bad!"

Mo Wentian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on the Heaven Devouring Sword, and said with disdain on his face.

"Cultivation is too bad?"

"Mo Wentian, you..."

"You actually shot and killed five hundred disciples of my orc clan, just wait for me, I, Qi Yun, will not let you go!"

Mo Wentian's voice came to his ears, and Qi Yun came back to his senses.

Looking at the corpse that was split in half all over the floor, Qi Yun's eyes flickered with coldness, he swallowed, pretending to be calm and said.

Five Hundred Heavenly Monarch's later stage disciples, even he, couldn't kill them all with one move!

But Mo Wentian, who was just a martial artist with perfect Tianjun, killed him with a single strike.

For some reason, a bad premonition rose in Qi Yun's heart.

That premonition told him to leave the Heaven Devouring Kingdom as soon as possible.

"The Phantom Follows!"

In the next moment, Qi Yun gave a cold shout, and directly unfolded his movements, heading in the direction of the beast clan.

"Qi Yun, since you have come to the Emperor's Heaven Devouring God Kingdom, do you think you can leave without the Emperor's permission?"

Mo Wentian watched Qi Yun run away, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and his cold, sarcastic voice resounded in the void.

"What? Brother Qi Yun is leaving us and running away?"

"Senior Brother Qi Yun, how could he do this!"

"Brother Qi Yun has escaped, so if we stay here, we will only end up dead!"

"Let's go!"

"Walk!"

...

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the beast clan's disciples came back to their senses in an instant, and quickly unfolded their movements one by one, fleeing in the direction of the beast clan.

"You group of ants, you still want to escape in front of your little Jiao grandfather?"

"Ice Dragon, show your real body and enclose all these ants."

Xiaojiao looked at the group of orc disciples, his eyes flashed coldly, and then he asked Binglong Leng when he would be able to do so.

"Yes, Lord Dragon King!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Binglong quickly said respectfully.

"Ho Ho..."

In the next moment, I saw the ice dragon like a small snake, whose body swelled rapidly, and within a few breaths, it had already swelled to the size of a thousand feet.

Xiaojiao's figure also soared to the size of a hundred feet.

In the void, a divine dragon with a size of a hundred feet was shining with dazzling golden light, while another dragon with a size of a thousand feet was exuding a cold chill.

"What's this?"

"Aren't these the two little snakes beside Mo Wentian?"

"How can the little snake be so big? This is clearly a peerless dragon!"

"Shenlong? This is just a little reptile in the late stage of Heavenly King!"

"Look, the power of that dragon is stronger than this one, and his body has already reached a thousand feet!"

...

A group of orc disciples exploded instantly when they saw the figures of Xiaojiao and Binglong.