Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1423: Ji Wujing’s true identity

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Chapter 1423 The true identity of Ji Wujing

"Young Master Ji, don't worry!"

"This emperor, I am afraid we are about to end!"

With a light smile, Mo Wentian looked at Ji Wujing on the opposite side and said in a deep voice.

"This one is about to end?"

"Ask the Lord, then you must be careful with this move!"

"Although there are only you and me here, it is better not to leave a joke!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Ji Wujing seemed to have heard some funny joke, and the words were even more ironic.

Although he said so indifferently, in fact, Ji Wujing's heart was not at all peaceful at this moment, and even worry arose.

He was worried that Mo Wentian would really break his soul game.

"Young Master Ji, I am afraid that the emperor will disappoint you!"

"Heaven Devouring God Technique!"

With a grin, Mo Wentian quickly used the Heaven Devouring God Technique in his hand.

The power of the soul has some support, but the Sky Devouring God Art can help him maintain his strength. Thinking like this, Mo Wentian directly displayed the Heaven Devouring God Art.

As the Heaven Devouring God's Art was displayed, on the chessboard, the power on the countless chess pieces quickly gathered towards Mo Wentian.

"What is going on?"

Ji Wujing, who was opposite, looked at Mo Wentian, his expression also changed instantly.

At this moment, Mo Wentian, the breath on his body, even if it was him, couldn't help but feel palpitations.

What's more, the power in the chess pieces above the soul chess is still gathering in Mo Wentian's body continuously.

At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body is no longer the perfect state of the emperor, but directly reaches the emperor's peak state, approaching the emperor's perfect state.

At the same time, the power radiating from Mo Wentian's body is like the spring water will not dry up.

"Go!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian suddenly yelled.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the entire Moyou chessboard trembled.

Mo Wentian's countless stamps fell in the center, and the chessboard was instantly shattered.

As soon as the chessboard was broken, the strange power shrouded in Mo Wentian's body disappeared instantly.

"This... how is this possible?"

An incredible voice came in an instant.

At this moment, Ji Wujing's eyes are full of shock.

Although he had this premonition in his heart, when it happened, he was still a little unbelievable.

"Buzzing..."

At this moment, Mo Wentian looked up and found that his figure had returned to the valley.

In front of Mo Wentian, there was still the chessboard.

But the corner of Ji Wujing's mouth was filled with blood.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Ji Wujing's eyes were full of surprise.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Looking at the blood overflowing from the corner of Ji Wujing's mouth, Ji Ming hurried forward, full of care.

"It's okay!"

Ji Wujing said indifferently.

"Young Master Ji, nothing is impossible!"

"Young Master Ji, you lost this round!"

Mo Wentian's voice is extremely deep.

"Lost!"

Ji Wujing took a deep breath.

With a wave of his hand, a large amount of elixir appeared in his palm.

The next moment, a large amount of elixir was completely swallowed by Ji Wujing.

For a moment, Ji Wujing's face became ruddy again.

"Boy, you are obviously cheating, otherwise, you will never win our young master!"

At this moment, Ji Ming looked at Mo Wentian and said with a sullen face.

"Ji Ming, right?"

"This emperor wins your young master is cheating. What if your young master wins this emperor?"

"What is that?"

"Is that a matter of course?"

Standing up, Mo Wentian looked at Ji Ming in front of him, with a cold expression on his face, and asked instead.

"Boy, you..."

"You are just arguing!"

For a while, Ji Ming was blocked by Mo Wentian and couldn't speak.

"Ji Ming, step back!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came.

"Yes, young master!"

Hearing that, even though Ji Ming was reluctant, he turned and retreated behind Ji Wujing.

Looking at Ji Ming retreating, Ji Wujing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was a curve on his face.

"Ask God, I think you and I cooperate, there is no need to talk about it!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Ji Wujing's deep voice sounded.

"Stop talking?"

A hint of doubt rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

He just played a game of chess with Ji Wujing, and Ji Wujing didn't even talk about cooperation with him anymore.

Recalling Ji Wujing's original attitude, Mo Wentian's heart was shocked.

"Stop talking!"

Ji Wujing took a deep breath.

Mo Wentian is in front of him, but he is a martial artist with a talented cultivation base in the realm of perfection. In his eyes, such a cultivation base is not even considered to be an ant.

But it is such a person who has broken a chess game that no one can break for hundreds of thousands of years.

At this moment, in Ji Wujing's heart, he no longer dared to look down upon Mo Wentian.

What's more, a strong hunch rose in his heart.

Mo Wentian in front of him, sooner or later, will grow into a terrifying existence, and at that time, in front of him, he will look down on Mo Wentian like he is now, and Mo Wentian will also look down on him.

"Huhuhu..."

Exhale a mouthful of foul breath.

"Ask the emperor, you also said that you don't understand chess!"

"Do you know that you are the only one who broke this young master's game for hundreds of thousands of years!"

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Ji Wujing's eyes skyrocketed.

Although Ji Wujing is already strongly suppressing the excitement in his heart, the look in his eyes can't conceal it.

"In hundreds of thousands of years, the only one who broke your game?"

Muttering in his mouth, Mo Wentian's eyes still had an impressive look.

For hundreds of thousands of years, the only person who broke this game, the amount of information in this sentence is really too great.

For a while, Mo Wentian didn't know what to say.

You should know that even the strongest person in this ancient heritage has a life span of only 200,000 years.

And this Ji Wujing actually said that the soul game has been for hundreds of thousands of years, and no one can break it. This shows that Ji Wujing in front of him is at least a person who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

Obviously, Ji Wujing in front of him cannot be a person in this ancient relic.

"Could he be from the Celestial Realm?"

The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to be thinking of something, and there was a bright light in his eyes.

At this moment, the only thing that Mo Wentian can think of is that Ji Wujing comes from the rumored martial art holy land Tianxianjie.

"Ask God, you don’t have to speculate about my identity, I believe you will know one day sooner or later!"

And at this moment, Ji Wujing's lightly smiling voice actually sounded.