Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 437: Ancient Battle Mountain

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"Qingcheng..."

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a cold light flashed, and it was Qingcheng who stood at the gate of the city!

"Boss, what do you do now?"

Little Jiao's eyes flickered fiercely.

"A elder of Tianyu Eightfold, does he still want to block me?"

Mo Wentian's eyes are indifferent.

Qingcheng is here to guard, I am afraid it is a precaution, he is leaving the imperial city now.

Once you leave, you will be regarded as a person from the mountain...

Can't find him Mo Wentian!

But unfortunately...

Mo Wentian, I never thought about running away!

"Go!"

Cold a cold drink, don't Wentian directly...

Go towards the gate of the city.

"Stop..."

"Stop!"

……

As Mo Wentian appeared, three or four figures stood in front of Mo Wentian.

These people are all disciples of Renhuang Jianmen!

One by one, each of them has reached the fourth or fifth level of Tianyu!

"You are blocking me..."

"What's the matter?"

Looking at the three or four people in front of him, Mo Wentian looked indifferent.

"The emperor has orders, anyone who leaves the city..."

"All are checked!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, a man stood up and said coldly.

"The Emperor?"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth, then said indifferently.

"Could it be the sacred mountain, also accept your emperor's review?"

"Sacred Mountain..."

Three or four people, their expressions changed suddenly.

"What happened?"

When Qingcheng saw this scene, he quickly walked towards Mo Wentian.

"Elder Qingcheng, this person is from the sacred mountain!"

A disciple quickly stepped back and whispered towards Qingcheng.

"Sacred Mountain People!"

Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and then...

Come to Mo Wentian.

"Qingcheng has seen seniors, don't you know your name?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Qingcheng, asked with blinking eyes.

"Name taboo..."

There was a chill in Mo Wentian's eyes.

The next moment, a sword will roll in the sky...

From Mo Wentian's body, spread out.

"The disciples of the Little Elder's Court, dare to block the god's envoy..."

"Get out!"

"Touch..."

The terrifying sword intent turned into a dragon of hundreds of meters in the void, and the dragon rolled.

Lightning rushed towards Qingcheng, terrible power...

As if to tear Qingcheng to pieces!

"The God Envoy..."

"Could it be..."

Qingcheng's eyes were shocked, and he said quickly.

"My lord, calm down!"

"Touch!"

Tianlong hit Qingcheng's body.

Qingcheng's body flew upside down.

"Puff..."

Blood spurted out of his mouth, Qingcheng's face...

I was pale instantly!

"Qingcheng Elder..."

"Elder Qingcheng!"

……

A group of figures hurriedly helped Qingcheng up.

At the city gate.

Mo Wentian stood there quietly.

No one dares to come close!

"This kid..."

"So arrogant!"

Not far from the city gate, a lazy figure appeared...

This figure is no one else!

It is Hu Chong!

"The people in the elder's house..."

"It's just a bunch of waste!"

Beside the lazy man, a figure appeared. This person is not someone else, it is Diyne!

"Diyne..."

"Are you here too?"

There was a flash of light in Hu Chong's eyes.

"I..."

"To kill him!"

Di Jung's eyes are full of coldness.

"Kill him..."

Hu Chong paused slightly, but he didn't expect that Diyne would enter the ruins.

Not for the baby, but for the assassination of Mo Wentian!

"You are going to kill him..."

"It's not easy!"

In Hu Chong's eyes, a chuckle spread.

"Dare to stop me next time..."

"Dead!"

The cold voice sounded in the void.

Qingcheng originally wanted to move the elder's home out.

But at this moment, Qingcheng only felt a cold chill, covering his entire body!

Qingcheng opened his mouth...

Failed to say a word!

"Tattoo..."

Step by step, at the gate where Mo Wentian left.

"The people of the sacred mountain..."

"So arrogant!"

In the imperial city, a pair of eyes looked at Mo Wentian in awe.

"He is gone, let's go too!"

Hu Chong, chuckled lightly, then step by step...

Walk towards the city gate.

"Mo Wentian..."

In Diyne’s eyes, a faint glow flashes, and then the figure flashes...

Weird, disappeared in place.

Outside the imperial city.

"Boss, just came out like this?"

Little Jiao, froze for a while, then the arrogant Qingcheng was frightened...

Dare to say anything!

"It's coming out..."

Mo Wentian took a deep breath, from Qingcheng's performance.

Mo Wentian is not difficult to see, the majesty of the mountain...

How terrible it is!

In this imperial city, the pinnacle sword emperor of the elder's house...

Don't dare to touch the mountain!

"Go to Ancient Battle Mountain..."

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian brought Xiao Jiao...

Disappeared.

Outside the imperial city, there is a steady stream of mountains.

"Here..."

What appeared in front of Mo Wentian was a deep forest, which was extremely dim.

Standing outside the deep forest, Mo Wentian seems to feel...

A gloomy breath came from the deep forest!

"An extremely shady place..."

Mo Wentian's eyes shrank slightly, this ancient war mountain, it turned out to be...

An extremely shady place.

No wonder it's so cold here!

"Boss, here..."

"Somewhat weird!"

Xiao Jiao's eyes are also alert.

"Weird..."

Don't take a step, walk towards the deep forest.

"Crack..."

A clear voice came, and something seemed to be broken under his feet.

Sweep away the fallen leaves that are hidden on it, and withered bones...

Appeared in Mo Wentian's sight.

"This is..."

Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the withered arm.

On the decayed white bones...

A faint sword-shaped trace appeared, which was exactly the same as Mo Wentian's Wentian Sword.

"This is..."

"Sword-shouling slaves of the Swordsman Pavilion!"

Mo Wentian's body trembled slightly.

Ten thousand years ago, the disciples of the Mo family controlled Wentian Kingdom, which was the first of the five kingdoms.

The power of the Mo family has reached its peak.

In the Mo family.

This Shoujian Pavilion is in the Mo family...

The only organization controlled only by Mo Wentian!

Shoujian Pavilion, there are eighty-one Shoujian disciples.

These eighty-one people, everyone, are peerless sword emperors.

In addition, there are thirty-six sword-guard slaves!

These thirty-six people are all strong at the peak of the Sword Emperor.

"The sword emperor at the pinnacle can't stand the ravages of time..."

"Ten thousand years have passed, and even their dead bones have begun to decay!"

Mo Wentian clenched his fist fiercely.

The disciples of Shoujian Pavilion are his Mo Wentian, one by one selected from the Mo family.

These people are not only amazingly talented, but they are also...

The most loyal group of people in the Mo family.

But now...

"Human Sword Gate..."

Mo Wentian's eyes were cold and boundless, and gently covered the branches again.

"Boss..."

Little Jiao, couldn't help but whispered.

"I'm fine!"

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian's eyes became cold again.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

……

There were clear voices.

Under the countless branches, in addition to the disciples who guard the sword pavilion, there are some other disciples of the Mo family withered bones. Pieces of withered bones make people desolate...