Chapter 947 Strong Desire to Survive

"What are you doing?"

"I have already done what you said. Shouldn't you keep your promise and release me back to the beast clan?"

"this……"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, a bad premonition rose in Qi Yun's heart, and he said hastily.

"When did the emperor promise you that as long as you do what the emperor said, the emperor will let you go back to the beast clan?"

Mo Wentian grinned slightly, and said with a sneer.

When did he say such words?

"Boss, this Qi Yun is really shameless, you never said that!"

"That's right, Boss, this Qi Yun seems to be going crazy because he wants to escape!"

"Emperor, this Qi Yun is simply a disgrace to that beast owner!"

...

In the Heaven Devouring Divine Kingdom, Xiaojiao and Huantian started discussing with contempt on their faces.

"Chi Xiao, take him down!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at Chi Xiao in a daze, and shouted in a cold voice.

"Yes, Emperor!"

"Chi Xiao hurriedly said respectfully.

Then he pushed Qi Yun back down.

It's just that when Qi Yun left, his eyes were full of anger, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"This Mo Wentian really detained Qi Yun in the Kingdom of Devouring God. Qi Yun is the only son of the Great Elder of the Beast Race. If the Great Elder of the Beast Race knew about it, how could he give up?"

"I think Mo Wentian will fall into the hands of the Great Elder of the Beast Race this time!"

"Mo Wentian is really arrogant, he dares to imprison so many disciples of the beast clan!"

"Mo Wentian is not just arrogant, it's simply lawless!"

...

In the dark, the figures watched Qi Yun being taken away, and immediately started discussing.

"Report to the emperor, there are no less than a hundred figures not far from us!"

"Among them, the cultivation bases have all reached the realm of heavenly kings, and they don't seem to be from the beast race or the monster race!"

At this moment, a cold light flashed in Binglong's eyes, and said respectfully.

"The emperor knows, don't worry about them!"

"This emperor wants them to watch, to see how the ants of the orc race beg for mercy at the feet of this emperor!"

Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold, but his voice was full of coldness.

"Boss, do you want these people to pass the news back to their race?"

Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, half understanding.

"Xiao Jiao, it seems that you are much smarter!"

Mo Wentian grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said in a cold voice.

"Boss, what should we do with these ten thousand orc disciples?"

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

As for the ten thousand orc disciples who were frozen into ice sculptures, Mo Wentian was naturally very clear that apart from being frozen and unable to move, these ten thousand disciples did not suffer any injuries.

"Let them all fight the ice here!"

"This emperor is going to practice and practice, and you should also consolidate and consolidate your cultivation. The big battle is not far away!"

Mo Wentian glanced at the ten thousand ice sculptures, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly.

In the next instant, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

Immediately, the figures of Xiaojiao and others also disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared in the hall.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian quickly sat down cross-legged and fell into cultivation.

The entire Heaven Devouring God Kingdom also calmed down.

But among the distant orcs, the pot exploded.

"Yun'er's Sound Transmission Talisman!"

Suddenly, in the hall, the elder Qi Ying's eyes flickered with coldness.

Immediately, a shimmering sound transmission talisman appeared in his hand, as if he felt the vibration of Qi Yun's breath on the sound transmission talisman, Qi Ying crushed the sound transmission talisman without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as the sound transmission talisman was crushed, Qi Yun's crying and begging for mercy resounded throughout the hall.

"Father, come and save me, I am now imprisoned by Mo Wentian, not only me, but also the ten thousand disciples of the beast clan!"

"He said that within three days, he will let you bring 15,000 pieces of king-level artifacts, including 2,000 pieces of mid-king-level artifacts, and 100,000 elixir..."

"Father, come and save me, I don't want to die..."

It has to be said that Qi Yun's desire to survive is really not ordinary.

Originally in Mo Wentian's hands, he didn't suffer any harm, but listening to his words, it seemed that he was really about to be beheaded by Mo Wentian.

"Yun'er..."

"My Yun'er, Mo Wentian, this brat, actually imprisoned my Yun'er?"

"I want to personally go to Devour God Kingdom and tear that kid Mo Wentian into pieces!"

In the hall, Qi Ying's eyes were filled with terrifying killing intent, his hands clenched into fists, and his joints creaked.

It seemed that the next moment, he was about to strike with this punch. From a distance, it was extremely terrifying.

"One hundred thousand elixir?"

"15,000 king-level artifacts?"

"Arrogance!"

"boom!"

On the main seat, the beast owner's eyes flashed brightly, and his voice became icy cold.

The next moment, the palm of the beast owner slapped directly on the chair, and the whole chair instantly shattered into pieces, and a terrifying murderous intent rose from the beast owner.

"Master Beast Master, I looked at Mo Wentian as if he was looking for death, and even captured all the disciples of my Beast Clan. If this gets out, my Beast Clan will lose face!"

"Yes, Lord Beast Master, please hurry up and order, Lord Beast Master, to send a peerless powerhouse to the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom, and completely destroy the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom!"

"Master Beast Master, my Yun'er is still in his hands. This time, let me go to the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom, and I will definitely bring back Mo Wentian alive to you!"

"Master Beast Master, hurry up and order, those are ten thousand disciples of our Beast Master!"

...

In the main hall, the elders spoke with incomparable anger in their eyes.

Especially the great elder Qi Ying, in his eyes, there is even more murderous intent.

"Okay, let me calm down all of you!"

The beast owner looked at a group of elders who were discussing in front of him, and shouted in a cold voice.

In the next moment, the hall became quiet.

"Grand Elder, what do you think about this matter?"

The beast owner looked at the elder Qi Ying, and said coldly.

"Reporting to Lord Beast Master, my beast clan has tens of millions of disciples, even though 10,000 disciples are not enough for my beast clan, it is a drop in the bucket!"

"And my son, this is also useless, so I was imprisoned by Mo Wentian, but if the news of our clan's disciples being imprisoned by Mo Wentian spreads, how good will my beast clan be?"

A cold light flashed in the Great Elder's eyes, and he quickly answered.

"The Great Elder, in your opinion, it is our beast clan who should agree to all Mo Wentian's demands!"

"Take one hundred thousand elixir and fifteen thousand pieces of king-level artifacts, and go to the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom to rescue our disciples?"

Hearing this, the beast owner's eyes became more and more cold.