Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 732: All Will Die!

Mo Wentian and Magic Sky stood in the corner, their faces were extremely indifferent.

In the temple.

The silence is a bit scary!

"Boss, there are two more!"

"Just give me these two?"

One of the three ancestors looked at Mo Wentian with wicked faces.

In this man's eyes, there was a touch of hotness, and his eyes seemed to see prey.

"it is good!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Mo Wentian with contempt.

"Little guy, obediently become the food of this ancestor!"

The middle-aged man smiled strangely and approached Mo Motian. The middle-aged man didn't seem to want to kill Mo Wentian anytime soon, and in his eyes he carried a joke.

"Boss, these three old guys, want to devour us!"

In Xuantian's eyes, the light flashed, and Mo Wentian's eyes were also slightly narrowed. As they swallowed this group of people, the breath of the three people increased significantly. Obviously, the ancestors of these nine youzu are relying Disciples of Jiuyou.

Restore repairs.

"What a patriarch of Jiuyou!"

"The means are really hot!"

Mo Wentian couldn't help but take a breath. It was the head of the Jiuyou clan and the disciple of the Jiuyou clan.

Lively to be devoured.

How vicious it is!

"Boss, what do we do now?"

The magical sky sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Watch it change!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely deep.

Three middle-aged men.

The evil spirit is terrible.

But Xiu Wei only returned to the early days of Datianwei!

This practice is not terrible, but the three old guys don't know how many years they have lived. There must be a lot of means. If you want to kill these three people, even if they are the strongest in the sky, you may not be able to do it. !!

As for Mo Wentian, it is extremely difficult.

"It's your pleasure to be the food of this ancestor!"

"Hmm ..."

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian with a smile in his eyes.

Excited middle-aged man.

However, it was not found that Mo Wentian and Xuan Tian in front of him did not have the panic like other disciples.

He seemed to be waiting for something!

"Boy, die!"

The middle-aged man approached Mo Wentian step by step. In the temple, the silence was a bit scary. I saw that the middle-aged man waved his hands, and the evil spirit was wild and wanton.

"Nine Youmon Palms!"

A cold voice sounded.

The middle-aged man gave a slap, and the whole temple shook madly.

Countless evil spirits are in the void.

A vortex was formed, and the vortex grew rapidly, and rose to ten feet in a moment.

It turned into a ten-foot handprint.

On the fingerprints, every evil spirit was wanton.

There seemed to be a howling sound.

The sound made the scalp numb, in the temple.

It seems to have become an ancient demon domain.

It's terrible!

"Boss, this old man is going to kill us?"

The voice of Xuantian was a little panicked. These three people are old monsters who haven't known how many years. If this person takes a shot, then the identity of Tianmo will be exposed, and by then, the whole Jiuyou clan will be exposed. Disciples surrounded.

I'm afraid I can't read it!

"Don't worry!"

Do not ask the voice of the sky.

With a little coldness.

In the cold body, four sword star cores spin up frantically.

Billowing sword power.

Rolling in Mo Wentian's body.

"You must kill him with a sword, otherwise ..."

Don't ask the mind, the speed is running, the middle-aged man's means, I don't know how much.

No one can kill this person.

I ca n’t kill him anymore.

As for leaving?

This is impossible!

Mo Wentian is now in the Jiuyou, not to mention the four elders and patriarchs of the Jiuyou outside.

It is absolutely impossible to let go.

Countless demons in the temple.

That's all because he never died.

These three old men, I'm afraid he can't wait to swallow him.

"dead!"

The cold voice came again.

"Boom!"

The whole temple shuddered.

That ten feet of palm print.

As if to ask Mo Wentian to shoot directly into a crush.

"The third child, just two ants, swallow up quickly!"

"There is more behind!"

The last man in the temple shone with hot glow in his eyes.

obviously.

He can't wait anymore.

"Hmm ..."

"The second brother is right!"

The middle-aged man laughed strangely, then waved his hand, and the palm print fell.

With the palm print falling.

The middle-aged man instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

He seemed to have seen it, Mo Wentian died tragically under this palm, the magical power was exerted, and the rolling strength of Nine You.

Zhao Mo Wentian shrouded away.

"That's it!"

Right at that clutch, Mo Wantian even felt it.

The demon soul fluttered on his face.

At this moment, Mo Wentian shot.

"Little sister, help me!"

With a cold drink, Devouring Heavenly Sword appeared directly in Mo Wentian's hands.

"Yes, boss!"

The small figure flickered and fell directly on Mo Wentian's shoulders. The magical sky also turned into the original shape, and fell into the arms of Mo Wutian. The demon power inside the two poured into Mo Wutian's body crazy.

"Blade of Heaven!"

"The sword can break the sky, you, the spirit that remains!"

"Don't worship the sword!"

The indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Motian shot a sword. The next moment, he swallowed the heavenly sword, and the light soared. The bright sword light seemed to be engulfing the world.

"boom……"

Void, crushed directly.

The void was turbulent and surging.

Standing in the void.

In Mo Wentian, the momentum soared wildly. At this moment, he seemed to be the supreme sword **** from chaos.

One sword can kill the demon!

"Break!"

Li drink again and again, that sword, soaring into the sky.

Ten feet of magic palm.

Crush instantly!

Billowing magic, gone!

"wrong……"

"Boss, be careful!"

At this moment, the three ancestors in the temple finally returned to God.

But unfortunately.

It's too late!

"what happened?"

The third boy's complexion changed slightly, but the moment he turned his head.

His eyes.

Put together at one point.

It was a sword light, and in that sword light, he seemed to see the world fall.

The floods collapse!

That sword is too scary!

"This is the Devouring Sword ..."

"Do not……"

The third man's body trembled a little, he didn't even have time to stop, the sword was already here.

That sword is too fast!

"Hmm ..."

Jian Guang flashed away.

The eyes of the middle-aged man were wide open, in those pupils.

With fear!

"Buzz ..."

At this moment, a figure solidified in front of the middle-aged man. It was a teenager. The teenager held a magic sword in his hands and his eyes.

Despise boundless.

"It's you!"

The middle-aged man spit out the last word.

On his face.

With a touch of unwillingness.

The whole person fell to the ground.

At the moment when the middle-aged man fell, the countless blood on the middle-aged man seemed to be drained.

Become a corpse.

"boom!"

On the ground, a dust aroused.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

As the middle-aged man fell, the other two finally came back to God.

The two looked at Mo Wentian.

The killing intention in the eyes skyrocketed!

"Self-inflicted!"

"Not live!"

Mo Wentian's faint voice sounded, Mo Wentian Huai, Xiao Yan and Huan Tian, ​​at the same time extended his head.

Middle-aged man looking down.

Their eyes were equally sneer.

"Boy, are you, did you kill the third child?"

At this moment, the two middle-aged men seemed to think of something, and their eyes seemed to be cold. Couldn't they be unfamiliar in front of them? In the temple, it was Mo Wentian, with that terrible **** bead Destroy all demons.

Now, only three of them are left.

To Mo Wentian.

He didn't want to let them go.

Kill them all!

"This emperor is not going to kill him!"

"You two, still die!"

In the hands of Mo Wentian, the Devouring Sword trembled slightly, and there was a terrible killing intention on the sword.

Soaring into the sky.