Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 980: If you die, you will die.

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Chapter 980 If you die, you die

"A small Licheng, what the emperor wants, will they still have it?"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with cold light, and said in a cold voice.

"Boss, I understand!"

"I know what to do!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao instantly understood.

For the next moment, looking at the young man, Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly fell cold.

"Little chores, your grandfather Xiao Jiao, my condition is..."

"Just to kill you!"

The cold voice sounded, and the killing intent in Xiao Jiao's eyes burst out.

"Shenlong wagging its tail!"

"Dead!"

The next moment, Xiao Jiao let out a cold cry, and his figure hovered in the void quickly.

"No..."

"You can't kill me, I am the young city lord of Licheng, and my father is the lord of Licheng. If you kill me, my father will not let you go!"

Looking at the familiar dragon wagging its tail and coming towards him, the young man's eyes were full of horror.

His body was trembling, and what's more, with the youth as the center, a fishy smell permeated.

I saw that the place where he was was wet.

"Hey...this Young City Lord is usually so arrogant and domineering, and now he is scared to pee by a monster in the early days of the king, it is ridiculous!"

"The wicked will always have retribution. In the calendar city, are there few people who usually bully?"

"This Shenlong shot today is really great, and it's a big deal for the popular Licheng!"

"The strong in the late stage of the heavenly king, in front of the monster beasts in the early stage of the heavenly king, did not even dare to fight back. What is the difference between this and waste!"

……

In front of the inn, countless warriors looked at the young man with contemptuous expressions in their eyes.

Some warriors have even more joy on their faces.

Listening to the boy's words, the evil smile raised at the corner of Xiao Jiao's mouth became more intense.

In the next instant, the figure flickered, and the tail of several tens of feet was thrown directly at the boy's head.

"You you you..."

The boy looked at the oncoming Xiao Jiao, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Boom..."

There was a bursting voice.

I saw the young man’s head exploded directly in the void, red and white things shot in all directions, and a strong smell of blood spread quickly.

Xiao Jiao directly blasted the boy's head with his tail, and even Shenhun didn't have time to escape.

"Boss, the mission is complete!"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and appeared beside Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed, and his face was full of joy.

"Well, not bad!"

Mo Wentian nodded and said coldly.

"Boss, and the rest of the shop, how does this person deal with?"

As if thinking of something, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed, and said in a deep voice.

"This person naturally has to deal with, don't worry!"

Mo Wentian glanced at Xiaoer with contempt, then said indifferently.

"Boss..."

Xiao Jiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but looking at Mo Wentian's plain expression, Xiao Jiao knew that Mo Wentian had his own plan.

When I reached my lips, I swallowed it back.

"Young City Lord is dead!"

The next moment, in front of the inn, an exclamation sounded.

As this exclamation sounded, the inside and outside of the inn were instantly disrupted.

"Who is this person? He dared to kill Young City Lord. If he is known by the City Lord, the City Lord must go crazy!"

"I think we should leave soon, lest the city lord comes and hurt us!"

"Go, go!"

……

Inside and outside the inn, a group of figures left quickly.

In front of the crowded inn just now, it was empty for a few breaths.

"You..."

"You, you, you...you killed Young City Lord!"

Just now, Xiao Er, who was flattering Young City Master, wanted to run away, but at this moment he found that his body was trembling, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his feet away.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Er's eyes were full of horror.

Especially when he thought of his attitude towards Mo Wentian and others just now, his whole body was sitting on the ground with a hip.

The young city lord has been killed by Mo Wentian, which made the Xiao Er's heart feel chilly.

Young City Lord is dead, and also dead in front of him, he seems to have already imagined it, crazy and angry.

"The emperor has never liked someone in front of the emperor, arrogant and arrogant. The emperor has given him a chance to shut up, but unfortunately, he did not catch it!"

"No wonder this emperor!"

"What's more, he is looking for death, so he will die if he dies!"

Looking at the shopkeeper in front of him, Mo Wentian's voice was extremely indifferent.

He is just the son of the lord of a small city in the Tianniu tribe, and he will die if he dies!

In the Tianniu tribe, there are a total of 108 cities, and each city has a city owner.

The higher the ranking, the stronger the strength. Conversely, the lower the ranking, the weaker the strength.

And this calendar city ranks 106th among the 108 cities of the Tianniu tribe.

The city lord of the calendar city, the cultivation base is no more than the perfect state of the heavenly king.

"If you die, you die?"

The second person in the shop only felt a tremor in his body.

At this moment, I don't know if it was because of fear or why, Xiao Er's face was pale with no trace of blood at all.

Is that the son of the city lord of Licheng, he would die if he died?

"Guest, I...I know I was wrong, you forgive me!"

"This is the fifty artifacts you gave me to stay in the store just now, and I will return it to you!"

"In addition, I will also give you two artifacts of the middle king class!"

In the next instant, Xiao Er in the shop seemed to think of something, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

With a puff, he knelt in front of Mo Wentian, begging for mercy.

He even took out the fifty artifacts of Mo Wentian, plus two mid-time king-level artifacts.

"Wang-level mid-stage artifact?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's mouth raised a wicked smile.

A mid-time king-level artifact, is he not asking God?

"Boss, what are you talking about with this kid!"

"He is such a force, he killed it directly!"

Small Jiao's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, and said in a deep voice.

"Grandpa Shenlong, don't kill me!"

"Don't kill me!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's words, Dian Xiaoer turned his eyes to Xiao Jiao, and repeatedly kowtows begging for mercy.

"Little Jiao, leave it to you!"

"The emperor will go back to the room first!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and said coldly.

He stepped out and walked directly upstairs.

"Boss, I'll be fine soon!"

Little Jiao smiled evilly.

Immediately, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed, and a phantom went directly towards Xiao Er's chest.

"Ah..."

A scream sounded.

Immediately, Xiao Er's body fell directly to the ground.

On his chest, a hole the size of a bowl appeared, blood rushed out, and a strong smell of blood permeated.