Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 882: War against Luyan

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Chapter 882 Battle against Lu Yan

"This...is this the legendary time roulette?"

At this moment, Lu Yan looked at the roulette in Mo Wentian's hand and said in surprise.

"Yes, this is the legendary time roulette!"

"It's an honor for you to die under the wheel of time today!"

Looking at Lu Yan, Mo Wentian's voice is indifferent.

The next moment, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the time roulette grew rapidly.

"Rumble..."

The whole world trembled.

Where the roulette passes, the space is directly shattered.

"The power of this roulette!"

"So strong!"

Lu Yan's eyes were shocked and suspicious.

He has never seen the power on the roulette, but he has a hunch that if the roulette falls towards him, then he is likely to be just like Mo Wentian said, he will be the result of Lu Fengqing same.

"It's impossible, this kid's cultivation is in the late stage of Tianjun!"

"Even if he has time to roulette, he can't kill me!"

Lu Yan gritted his teeth and stood still.

A divine sword appeared in his hand, and the devilish energy on the divine sword was rolling. From a distance, it was terrifying.

"Magic Sword!"

"Kill!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yan's eyes flashed with cold, and he gave a cold shout, and the Demon Sword in his hand swept out.

"Buzzing..."

The fierce sword aura shattered the void and went directly to Mo Wentian.

"Magic Sword?"

"This is the artifact of the king-level peak inherited from the Demon Race, the Demon Sacred Sword?"

"In the late stage of the King of Heaven, coupled with this king-level pinnacle artifact in hand, it seems that this kid, Mo Wentian, is really going to be planted in the hands of the devil this time!"

"Mo Wentian is miserable!"

……

Looking at the demon holy sword in Lu Yan's hand, the pot instantly exploded among the crowd.

"Wang-level peak artifact?"

"In front of Time Roulette, that is scum!"

Leng Ao Wushuang in Mo Wentian's eyes watching Lu Yan kill with a sword.

The next moment, Mo Wentian waved his hand slightly, only to see that the roulette no longer grew up.

On the roulette wheel, compared to the palm-sized **** pattern, it is much clearer.

The lines of the gods, as if each line contains the supreme power between heaven and earth.

"Time Roulette!"

"Time stands still!"

A faint voice resounded in the void.

I saw Mo Wentian hit a seal, and then the light on the roulette rose wildly.

"Buzzing..."

In the next moment, a mysterious and boundless power spread out with Mo Wentian as the center.

"Boy, pretend to be a god!"

"Dead!"

Looking at the changing scenes of the void, Lu Yan's eyes were killing intent.

The Demon Sacred Sword in his hand, without the slightest hesitation, fell directly towards Mo Wentian.

"Time Roulette, stand still!"

With a cold drink, an extremely cold glow appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Following Mo Wentian's cold drink, Xu Kong suddenly became silent.

Countless warriors subconsciously looked up at the void.

I saw in the void, terrifying breaths spreading from the wheel of time.

"Buzzing..."

The Demon Sacred Sword quickly fell towards Mo Wentian.

But when the Demon Sacred Sword was a hundred meters away from Mo Wentian, the Demon Sacred Sword suddenly slowed down.

Slow is like a snail. It is a distance in a flash, but it seems to be a distance that is difficult to reach.

"This...what weird thing is this?"

"That roulette seems to control time?"

"It's terrible!"

"What if he has the roulette? His cultivation is only in the late stage of the talented king, and it is impossible to defeat the demon king in the late stage of the king!"

……

Among the Demon Race, countless Demon Race disciples watched the weird scene of Void.

Slightly stunned, after regaining his senses, there was a cold glow in his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"This..."

Lu Yan's face was slightly dazed.

The Demon Sacred Sword is still under his control, and the connection is still there, but no matter how he controls it, the speed of the Demon Sacred Sword is pitifully slow.

According to the current speed, I am afraid that in a few years, the sword will not reach Mo Wentian's side.

And Mo Wentian, how could he wait for the sword in place for years!

This is simply impossible!

"The emperor said it, it's too weak!"

Mo Wentian stepped forward, every step was a distance of ten feet.

However, Mo Wentian appeared in front of the Demon Sacred Sword in a short breath.

Looking at this devilish shining sword, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of disdain.

"Mo Wentian, you are cheating!"

"You are not martial arts at all, what kind of magic are you using?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he shouted sharply.

"Spoofing?"

"Demon method?"

"Hahaha..."

Mo Wentian couldn't help laughing.

What is the demon method?

What he has never seen before, what is beyond his vision, and beyond his understanding, is it called a demon method?

"Yes, Lord Demon is right, this kid must have performed black magic!"

"This kid is actually performing witchcraft, he should be punished heavily!"

"In front of the Lord Demon King, he even dared to use witchcraft. I think this kid, Mo Wentian, will definitely die today!"

"Lord Demon Lord is the most annoying. Those who practice evil ways, I see that the kid is completely arousing Lord Demon's anger!"

……

Listening to Lu Yan's words, countless Demon Race disciples quickly agreed.

"The dignified Demon King is so ignorant!"

"Today, the emperor expressed his mercy to tell you, and I will let you know it later!"

"This is called the law of time. If you control it, you can control time, but one thought will kill you!"

Looking at Lu Yan, in Mo Wentian's eyes, an extremely cold light appeared.

"The law of time?"

"Controlling time, one thought can make people die?"

Lu Yan's face is full of loss of consciousness. He has tried countless methods to make the Demon Sacred Sword go towards Mo Wentian, but the Demon Sacred Sword seems to be blocked by something terrible. Generally, the speed has not increased at all.

"This sword is not bad. Refining it and taking it back for Chi Xiao to play with is still possible!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the Demon Sacred Sword in front of him, his eyes flashed in a cold voice.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's palms turned into claws, and he grabbed the Demon Sacred Sword directly.

Before everyone had time to recover in the future, the Demon Sacred Sword was already in Mo Wentian's hand.

The power of the soul was swept away, and the soul imprint that Lu Yan left on the Demon Sacred Sword was directly erased by Mo Wentian.

Lu Yan has no contact with this Demon Sacred Sword.

"How is this possible?"

Lu Yan's eyes are full of disbelief.

At the corner of his mouth, traces of blood spilled out, and his face was extremely pale.

"The sword handed down by the demons is really good!"

Speaking to himself, Mo Wentian was holding the Demon Sacred Sword and slashed towards Lu Yan's side.