Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1249: The war begins

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Chapter 1249 The war begins

"Boy, your arrogant elder dislikes it very much, but do you have any dying words, this elder will fulfill you!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Jiang Zhengyuan's anger surged again.

But the next moment, he seemed to be thinking of something, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, the words of conveyance.

"Old miscellaneous, don't you want your 800,000 army to destroy the emperor's kingdom of heaven?"

"Look back and see, do these 800,000 disciples belong to your celestial bull tribe?"

Looking at Jiang Zhengyuan, the evil smile raised at the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.

Now is the time to reveal the identities of Bo Niu and others. If it is not revealed at this time, Mo Wentian is afraid that someone will accidentally kill Jiang Zhengyuan, and he will not see this spectacular scene.

After all, Mo Wentian just wanted to see Jiang Zhengyuan's wonderful look.

"Look back?"

"Boy, what do you look back at?"

"My disciples of the Celestial Bull tribe, of course they belong to my Celestial Bee tribe. If they don't belong to my Celestial Bee tribe, could they still belong to you?

Hearing this, Jiang Zhengyuan's brows frowned instantly, and the killing intent in his eyes became even more terrifying.

In his heart, he is extremely confident. These 800,000 disciples of the Tianniu tribe are all members of his Tianniu tribe.

"Bo Niu, Long Wu, come out with the disciples from Licheng, Hancheng, and Juancheng!"

Just when Jiang Zhengyuan was extremely confident, Mo Wentian Xiemei smiled, his eyes fell on the later Niu Bo and others, and said coldly.

"Uncle Niu? Isn't Uncle Niu the manager of Hancheng who has just been appreciated by the elder?"

"What is this kid called Uncle Niu doing? Isn't it his fault?"

"How could Uncle Niu be his own! This kid must have heard that there is a person named Uncle Niu in our celestial cow family, and said so on purpose!"

"This kid is so arrogant! Does he still want to rob the people of our longicorn tribe?"

……

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, countless Tianniu disciples began to talk in an instant.

It's just that their eyes looking at Mo Wentian are full of contempt.

"Yes, the emperor!"

"Yes, the emperor!"

……

At this moment, among the crowd, a group of figures instantly stood out from among the 800,000 Tianniu disciples.

The next moment, they knelt down directly towards Mo Wentian. They looked at Mo Wentian, and their eyes were full of respect.

"Uncle Niu, why do you want to listen to this kid, don't let this elder get up quickly!"

"I really lost the face of my longicorn race!"

Looking at this scene, it took a long time for Jiang Zhengyuan to recover from the shock.

The first thing to recover is to look at Uncle Niu and yell.

"Did you lose the face of the celestial bull tribe?"

"When does your celestial bull have a face?"

And just at this moment, a wicked smile resounded instantly.

I saw a small snake-like figure, circling a few times in the void, and then fell in front of Mo Wentian.

Little Jiao looked at Jiang Zhengyuan with a look of irony in his eyes.

"Little Jiao, your injury has recovered?"

Listening to this familiar voice, Mo Wentian looked at the little Jiao in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"Boss, my injury has recovered seven or eighty-eight. Don't worry, if you want to solve this, there are ants left. I'm fine!"

Mo Wentian's voice came, and Xiao Jiao's eyes flashed and said quickly.

"This little Jiao is really warlike!"

After hearing this, Mo Wentian shook his head.

Secretly unfolding the spirit, probed the situation inside Xiao Jiao, and found that as Xiao Jiao said, the injury in his body was indeed almost recovered.

According to Xiao Jiao's current strength, as long as it is not facing Jiang Zhengyuan, Xiao Jiao can definitely solve it.

"It's you little reptile again. It seems that the elder punched you just now. You haven't remembered the taste!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's ironic words, Jiang Zhengyuan's anger rose again.

In those eyes that looked at Xiao Jiao, the killing intent was even more terrifying.

At the same time, his power became even more terrifying.

The billowing coercion of the late emperor's half-step, even more expansive, with Jiang Zhengyuan as the center, quickly spread around.

Jiang Zhengyuan said so, but in fact, in Jiang Zhengyuan's heart, he was very surprised that Xiao Jiao recovered from his injury so quickly.

After all, the strength of his punch just now is not weak. If he were replaced by a warrior in the early days of the Emperor, he would definitely die with that punch.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jiao only suffered a little injury, and the injury has healed in this short period of time.

How not surprised Jiang Zhengyuan's heart?

"Old miscellaneous, your little Jiao Grandpa I was letting you just now, otherwise, you thought you would still stand here?"

After hearing this, Xiao Jiao's expression changed slightly, but in the words, Xiao Jiao was not to be outdone.

"Little reptile, I think you are looking for death!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's arrogant words, Jiang Zhengyuan's palm fisted again, and he wanted to blast towards Xiao Jiao again.

At this moment, the little Jiao is only incarnate as a little snake, and his physique is not as strong as his body.

Moreover, Jiang Zhengyuan's punch at Xiao Jiao was not his full strength, but it was at least 60 to 70% of his strength.

Although there was only a small difference between the early days of the emperor and the middle period of the emperor, there was a huge difference in strength due to this small difference.

Under Jiang Zhengyuan's punch, Xiao Jiao could not say that he could block it. It would be difficult for him not to die under this palm.

"Little Jiao, you can't stop this punch, step back!"

Looking at this scene, Mo Wentian hurriedly gave Xiao Jiao a voice transmission.

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao recovered in an instant. Although he still wanted to fight Jiang Zhengyuan, thinking of Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao hesitated for a while, and then retreated.

"Old chopsticks, it seems that you want to carry out the shameless style of your Tianniu tribe to the end?"

Looking at Xiao Jiao retreating to the back, the next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank, looking at Jiang Zhengyuan, the cold light in his eyes flashed endlessly.

"Shenlong Seal!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the instant punch and shouted angrily, and the Shenlong seal instantly blocked him.

"Buzzing..."

Immediately, Mo Wentian did not hesitate at all, and directly typed a seal on the seal of the dragon.

As Mo Wentian's seals were printed one by one, the Shenlong seal was on, but within a few breaths, it had skyrocketed to several thousand meters in size.

On the seal of the dragon, there seems to be a peerless dragon, roaring at the void.

The billowing coercion is even more vast.

Suddenly, the entire void seemed to vibrate, and from a distance, it was terrifying.