Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 868: Submit Fan Zeng

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Chapter 868 Conquering Fan Zeng

"This..."

Hearing this, a flash of coldness in Fan Zeng's eyes disappeared.

Fan Zeng is no stranger to this thing.

He knew very well that if he was imprinted by the soul, his life and death were completely controlled by Mo Wentian.

"Why? Not willing?"

Mo Wentian said coldly looking at Fan Zeng's hesitant appearance.

"The emperor gives you three breaths of time to consider, let go of the happy spirit, if you don't let it go, then die!"

Seeing that Fan Zeng hadn't answered yet, Mo Wentian said coldly again.

"Fan Zengdu has already beheaded his fellow mentor, Mo Wentian has not let him go, this kid is so arrogant!"

"He is more than arrogant, he is lawless!"

"I saw that Fan Zeng had a hard time today!"

"Mo Wentian's Xiao Jinghen's strength is not much worse than Fan Zeng's, and Demon Venerable's strength is even stronger than Fan Zeng's. I think if Fan Zeng does not surrender today, he will really be killed! "

……

Looking at this scene, the figures outside the hall began to discuss again.

They all looked at the figure standing proudly by the pool with their eyes wide open, as if they were afraid that they might miss something wonderful in the blink of an eye.

"Boss, if you don't talk with this kid, just kill it!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Fan Zeng in front of him, his eyes flickered, and he said solemnly.

"Keep it still useful!"

A cold voice rang in Xiao Jiao's mind, and a flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Boss, this kid used to be very arrogant and wanted to fight against me. Now in front of the boss, he is still not surrendering. I will teach him for you!"

Suddenly, thinking of the arrogant appearance of Fan Zeng who wanted to attack him, he looked at Mo Wentian and said coldly.

The next moment, Mo Wentian hadn't spoken yet, Xiao Jiao's figure directly transformed into a dragon, and the Baizhang dragon's body instantly stood proudly in the void, looking at Fan Zeng, Xiao Jiao roared.

"Hoho..."

There was a sound of dragon roars, and the entire void couldn't help shaking.

Outside the hall, the martial artist with a lower cultivation base even knelt to the ground unconsciously.

"This dragon is so strong!"

"Fan Zeng didn't surrender, did the Shenlong want to kill Fan Zeng?"

"How is it possible? The Shenlong is only in the late stage of the Emperor Caitian. It is impossible to kill Fan Zeng!"

"It is true that the Shenlong cannot kill Fan Zeng. Even if Fan Zeng takes the shot, the Shenlong will definitely die. But can Fan Zeng dare to take it?"

……

The vast Longwei came, and everyone trembled.

"This little Jiao, what is it for me to teach Fan Zeng, he clearly wants revenge!"

Mo Wentian looked at the arrogant figure of Xiao Kong Xiaojiao, and couldn't help raising a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Shenlong wagging its tail!"

With a cold drink, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed, and the tens of feet Long Wei drew towards Fan Zeng.

"Ah..."

Screams resounded through the void instantly.

"Oh my god, I was not mistaken, Fan Zeng was pumped by the dragon next to Mo Wentian!"

"Yes, I saw it too!"

"The strong man in the realm of Heavenly Kings was drawn by a monster in the realm of Heavenly King, it is simply a shame!"

……

A scream came, and the pot exploded in the crowd outside the hall.

Everyone's eyes are full of disbelief.

"Master, I surrender, I surrender, don't smoke me!"

Fan Zeng, who has never recovered, is the sturdy dragon wielding its tail.

He thought that Xiao Jiao's strength was no more than the pinnacle of Tianjun, but after suffering this trick, he knew that Fan Li died in Xiao Jiao's hands in vain.

The power of Xiao Jiao's tail definitely reached the level of Tianjun's Consummation.

Mo Wentian's side is simply a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Not only Xiao Jinghen and Mo Zun, but there are such terrible monsters.

At this moment, he no longer had any hesitation in his heart, and quickly knelt on the ground and begged Mo Wentian for mercy.

"Puff..."

The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Fan Zeng's mouth.

"Now I want to ask for mercy. You were so rude to your grandfather Xiao Jiao just now. I haven't beaten your grandfather enough yet!"

"Come again!"

With a sneer, Xiao Jiao twisted the dragon's body with excitement on his face, and drew it again towards Fan Zeng who had not yet stood up.

Xiao Jiao seemed to be addicted to smoking, smoking Fan Zeng for a full quarter of an hour.

"Little Jiao, you should have enough anger, stop it!"

Mo Wentian looked at Void, the miserable Fan Zeng who had been drawn, Mo Wentian said in a deep voice.

"Boss, I'm not angry enough yet!"

Little Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, frowning slightly.

"Look at what he has become. If you still smoke, it is estimated that he will not even recognize him when he goes back!"

Mo Wentian gave a light cough, constricted the arc of his mouth, and said solemnly.

"Master, Grandpa Xiao Jiao!"

At this moment, a man with a swollen face and blood on his body knelt on the ground, trembling.

"Are you?"

"Who are you? How do you call me Grandpa?"

Xiao Jiao looked at Fan Zeng, whose face was swollen into a pig's head. For a while, he didn't recognize it, and a doubtful expression rose in his eyes.

"Return to Grandpa Xiao Jiao, I am Fan Zeng!"

Fan Zeng really wanted to cry after hearing this.

Just now, Xiao Jiao had been smoking himself. Now Xiao Jiao looked at him and didn't recognize him, so he asked who he was?

"Fan Zeng! Is he really Fan Zeng?"

"Why did he become like this, let alone that Shenlong didn't see it, I can't recognize it!"

"He is too miserable, the dignified Heavenly King powerhouse, who was drawn into this appearance by the monster beasts of the late Heavenly King, it is simply..."

"Too miserable!"

……

One after another, they stared at Fan Zeng for a long time, then slowly said.

"Boss, is this really Fan Zeng?"

Little Jiao was very puzzled, looking at Mo Wentian, he asked in a deep voice.

"You don't even know your own masterpiece?"

The arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more dense, and he asked instead.

"I'm really sorry, I just woke up a bit, but I didn't expect him to be like this!"

Little Jiao grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Really?"

"Are you really just flicking the tail?"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jiao, smiling evilly.

"Boss, I..."

Little Jiao was a little embarrassed by Mo Wentian's dismantling.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Master, I surrender!"

"I surrender!"

At this moment, Fan Zeng's trembling voice came again.

"Be happy!"

Mo Wentian looked at Fan Zeng in front of him and shouted coldly.

"Yes, master!"

Fan Zeng really couldn't bear the coercion of Mo Wentian. He had a hunch that if he hesitated any more, he might really die here.