Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1109: Conquer twelve people

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Chapter 1109 Conquering Twelve People

"No good, this kid is doing it again!"

"What a powerful force, rewind!"

"This kid is really terrible!"

"Quit the ring, otherwise we will end up like those warriors on the ring!"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian slaying towards them, the figures came back to their senses in an instant.

Without the slightest hesitation, he subconsciously retreated under the ring.

"I want to escape at this time, it's too late!"

"Die!"

Looking at those frantically fleeing figures, Mo Wentian's eyes shrank slightly, and a sword shot directly, falling towards the remaining three hundred and fifty figures.

"Ah..."

"No..."

"Ah..."

……

As Mo Wentian's sword fell, screams resounded instantly.

"Boom boom boom..."

Immediately, a group of figures fell directly to the ground.

A strong smell of blood spread instantly.

Suddenly, in front of the Huayue Commercial Bank, corpses were everywhere, and blood was flowing into a river. Even the entire ring was dyed bright red at this moment.

In the end, there were only twelve figures left on the entire arena. Although the twelve figures still had aura on their bodies, they were not far from death.

"Dead, all dead!"

"A thousand disciples, all of the heavenly kings are dead, only these twelve heavenly kings are left!"

The strong smell of blood came, and the fiery red shadow at the highest point of Huayue Commercial Bank was full of surprises in his eyes.

"Miss, this kid is terrible!"

"I'm looking at the next auction, we still don't want to shoot, I'll ask the owner to come!"

The woman in black looked at the arrogant figure above the ring, her eyes flashed cold, and she said in a deep voice.

"No!"

"My father is retreating recently, don't disturb!"

After hearing this, Mu Ruxue quickly drank coldly.

"Miss..."

The woman in black wanted to say something, but looking at Mu Ruxue, she didn't say anything in the end.

"The Heavenly King Consummation is indeed the Heavenly King Consummation!"

"They are all dead, you are still alive!"

Mo Wentian looked at the twelve figures in front of him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a wicked smile spread instantly.

The next moment, without any hesitation, Mo Wentian walked towards the twelve figures step by step.

Among the twelve figures, there is also the familiar figure, Liu Sheng.

Every step Mo Wentian took, seemed to fall on the hearts of the remaining twelve warriors.

Every step they approached, they felt a breath of death, approaching them infinitely.

"You..."

"What do you want to do?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Liu Sheng's body trembled.

At this moment, there was nothing murderous on his face, only a look of horror.

"What do I want to do?"

"What do you say I want to do?"

Mo Wentian didn't answer directly, but the evil smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more wanton, and he didn't answer the question.

"I..."

"You..."

"Don't kill me!"

Liu Sheng froze for a long time, but in the end he suffocated a few words from his mouth.

"Don't kill you?"

Muttering in his mouth, Mo Wentian approached Liu Sheng step by step. His eyes looked at Liu Sheng, and Jun's face was full of cold and arrogant expressions.

"Yeah, don't kill us!"

"As long as you don't kill us, we will do whatever you want us to do!"

"We don't want the remaining eight lots!"

"Don't kill us!"

……

At this moment, the remaining eleven figures came back to their senses and hurriedly asked for mercy.

"If you don't kill you, are you really willing to do anything for the emperor?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, a bright light appeared in his eyes, he coughed lightly, and said indifferently.

"Yes, yes, as long as you don't kill us, we are willing to do anything!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, one after another, without any hesitation, they almost nodded in unison.

"Very good!"

"Then you just let go of the gods, let the emperor leave the imprint of the soul, and be the dog of the emperor honestly!"

Looking at the twelve pleading figures in front of me, the arc of the mouth is becoming more dense, and his face is full of evil smiles.

What the current Heaven Devouring Kingdom lacks is strength. Although the twelve people in front of them have been seriously injured, they will recover soon.

As long as their cultivation base is restored, then the twelve heavenly kings will be consummated, and Mo Wentian will not let go of the opportunity to increase the strength of the Heaven Devouring Kingdom.

"Be happy and be a dog? This kid is too arrogant!"

"He was a small mid-level king, he actually made the twelve dignified kings perfect and strong to be a dog?"

"Will these twelve heavenly kings who are perfect and strong will agree?"

"If these twelve heavenly kings successfully agreed to be this kid's dog, then the next eight auctions seem to be destined to miss us!"

……

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, under the ring, countless warriors began to talk in an instant.

"Be happy and be a dog?"

"This..."

"Be happy, our life and death are in his hands, this..."

"But if we don't let go of happy God, what awaits us is death in the next second!"

……

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the twelve figures secretly discussed.

"The patience of the emperor is not good!"

"The time for the three breaths is for you to consider. After the three breaths, you will be happy, but no wonder this emperor!"

A sound of discussion came, and Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly became cold, and said in a cold voice.

"One..."

"I am willing to be happy!"

"I am also willing to be happy!"

"Don't kill us, we are willing to be your dog!"

Mo Wentian hadn't even counted a single breath, and a series of hurried voices begging for mercy came quickly.

"Well, not bad!"

"You dogs are quite acquainted!"

"Be happy!"

Mo Wentian looked at these Tianniu disciples in front of him, and said coldly.

For the people of the Tianniu tribe, the current Mo Wentian doesn't have the slightest favor. If these people don't want to be his slaves, he doesn't mind beheading them all.

"Yes, yes, let's let go!"

"Let's let go!"

……

Hearing this, the twelve figures instantly let go of their minds.

"Slave God Seal!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian let out a cold sigh, punching a seal in his hands.

Along with the printing of these yin tactics one by one, in the void, countless yin tactics have gathered into a simple and boundless slave character.

On top of the word slave, there is a simple and boundless atmosphere.

"Success!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, and in the void, twelve words of slave fell toward the center of the eyebrows of the twelve figures.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

……

As the word slave fell on their eyebrows, the twelve figures instantly rolled on the ground.

It seems that they are suffering tremendously at this moment.

Fifteen minutes later, twelve figures climbed up from the ground.

"Meet the master!"

"Meet the master!"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian, the twelve figures hurriedly bowed down to Mo Wentian and said respectfully.