Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 911: Devil surrender?

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Chapter 911 Demon Submission?

The ice dragon in the realm of the emperor, plus his terrifying physique, would be swallowed by Mo Wentian.

This is a great thing for his cultivation and physique.

"Master, the ice dragon has been entrenched in the ice abyss for many years, he will not allow others to enter!"

"You are interested in it and want to enter, I am afraid it is extremely dangerous!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Jun's eyes flashed with a complicated look.

"Yes, boss, I am afraid that the ice dragon has reached the emperor's realm!"

"Such a cultivation base, I am afraid that we are far from enough!"

At this moment, Huantian got out of Mo Wentian's arms, and looked at Mo Wentian with a solemn expression.

"Huantian, did you forget something?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, looking at Huantian, and asking rhetorically.

"What did you forget?"

For a while, Huantian's eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Huantian, have you forgotten, what dragon am I?"

Looking at Huantian's suspicious look, the little Jiao figure on the side flashed and appeared beside Huantian, saying in a cold voice.

"Are you?"

"Yes, little Jiao, you were originally an ice dragon!"

"In that case, it is not difficult for you to enter this frosty abyss!"

When Xiao Jiao asked such a question, Huan Tian's eyes flashed with light.

The next moment, his face was full of joy.

"Lu Jun, what else should I pay attention to in this ice abyss?"

At this moment, Mo Wentian looked at Lu Jun with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Return to the master, besides the ice dragon, there are other ice monsters in this ice abyss!"

"But those monster beasts are not high in level. With your current strength, master, you are not afraid!"

After hearing this, Lu Jun didn't hesitate at all, and quickly spoke.

"Xiao Jinghen, Fan Zeng!"

"Master!"

Following a cold drink from Mo Wentian, two figures knelt in front of Mo Wentian respectfully.

"You two stay in this demons!"

"When the emperor came out of the cold ice abyss, I want to see the disciples of this demon clan, all surrendered at the feet of the emperor!"

The cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian's eyes were Leng Ao Wushuang.

"Master, if it is..."

Hearing this, Fan Zeng's eyes flashed with coldness, and a solemn expression rose on his face, and said in a deep voice.

"What if?"

Mo Wentian looked at Fan Zeng and said coldly.

"What if one of them does not surrender?"

Fan Zeng's body couldn't help trembling slightly as he watched by those cold eyes.

Immediately, he seemed to have made up his mind and said in a deep voice.

"Not surrendered?"

"Then kill it!"

The cold voice resounded throughout the void, and in those cold eyes, it was even more proud.

"It's so cold!"

"Kill? Kill if you don't surrender? It seems that Mo Wentian is going to kill the demons!"

"The disciples of the demons have suffered!"

"The disciples of the demons are so miserable! In this ancient relic, the beast owners have always been respected, and the demons have also surrendered to the feet of the orcs. Now the demons are taken over by Mo Wentian!"

"The beast owner sent his disciples to kill Mo Wentian when the artifact was born in the Jiuyou Mountain Range, and Mo Wentian occupied the Demon Race and the Jiuyou Race. His new Demon Race will still surrender to the Lord Beast Master. Under your feet?"

……

Listening to that voice, everyone only felt a burst of coolness coming from their backs. Some warriors with a lower temperament had even drops of sweat on their foreheads.

"Killed?"

Fan Zeng's eyes were filled with surprise.

"Those who resist, and those who don't surrender, are killed!"

"As for those who want to escape, let me record them all!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a cold light flashed, and his voice became colder.

"Yes, master!"

After hearing this, Fan Zeng came back to his senses in an instant, and quickly answered.

"Well, Xiao Jiao, Huantian, Lu Jun!"

"You follow the emperor to the cold ice abyss!"

It seemed to remember something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, looking at the crowd in front of him, and said in a cold voice.

"Yes, master!"

"Ok, boss!"

"Understood, boss!"

……

There were a group of figures, their faces full of solemn expressions.

"Tianhu, don't worry, the emperor will find that ancient book for you and find a way to restore your cultivation!"

Mo Wentian squinted his eyes slightly, and his soul swept away, looking at Wentian Pavilion, Tianhu closed his eyes and recovered his body.

Mo Wentian said secretly in his heart, looking at the delicate figure, Mo Wentian's face was full of determination.

"Go!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian opened his eyes and said coldly.

The figure flashed and disappeared in place.

Xiao Jiao Huantian and the others were not at all outdated, followed by a flash of the figure, and disappeared in place.

When it appeared again, everyone had already appeared on the back mountain of the demons.

And just when they left, the Demon Clan's magic city was extremely chaotic.

On the streets, you can see the clothes of the demon disciples everywhere. They seem to want to take off their clothes, get rid of the mark of the demon, and escape from the demon.

What's more, some disciples of the Demon Race, after taking off the Demon Race's clothing, there is no other clothing change, and they are naked, running away frantically.

"Run away! Mo Wentian is gone, let's run away from the demons!"

"You **** stepped on my foot!"

"Didn’t your disciples of the Demon Race often rely on the Demon Race to be the second-ranked force in the ancient relics?"

"Yes, aren't you guys usually arrogant? Why? Now you want to get into me so embarrassedly, want to use us to hide your eyes and ears?"

"Get out! Don't follow us!"

……

I saw countless figures swarming out at the gate of the demons.

There are disciples of other races, and there are disciples of the demons who have mixed into them.

Because the disciples of the Demon Race rely on the fact that the Demon Race is the second-ranked power in the ancient heritage, they often bully the disciples of other races. In the past, the disciples of other races were bullied in vain and dared not speak.

But today is different. The current disciples of the demons have become prisoners of Mo Wentian. They crazily want to escape. Taking advantage of this good opportunity, how can disciples of other races let them go? .

"Why are you hitting me? I didn't do anything?"

"I'm the one who beat you!"

"You and they are so confused, are you looking for death?"

"Ah...you people of the Tianniu tribe are too arrogant, I am a disciple of the demon tribe, so you dare to hit me?"

"What's wrong with hitting you? Not only I want to hit you, we all want to hit you!"

……

At this moment, in the midst of the turbulent crowd, the pot exploded.

Screams and screams, one after another.

Fan Zeng and Xiao Jinghen watched this scene, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help raising a wicked smile.