Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 768: The Three Elders of the Demon Race, Fallen

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Chapter 768 The Three Elders of the Demon Race, Fallen

"Boom..."

The body of the third elder of the Demon Race fell to the ground, and even the slightest anger on his body was gone.

"Puff..."

But at this moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Mo Wentian's mouth.

This last blow of the three elders of the Demon Race did not fall on Mo Wentian, but the terrifying aftermath of the full blow of the Heavenly Monarch Realm still fell on Mo Wentian.

"Boy, the consummation of the great heaven is far from enough. The Demon Soul Seal will not wait for you. If the Demon Soul Seal is opened, the Ancient Demon and even the Ancient Demon King will be released."

"The consequences will be unimaginable!"

Suddenly, the divine bead in the void fell towards Mo Wentian, and the next moment, a cold voice came from the divine bead.

"The Devil? The Devil?"

"Senior, where are these seals? You haven't told me yet!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's expression instantly became dignified. The next moment, thinking of the location of the Demon Soul's seal, he asked the Divine Orb a few times, but the Divine Orb didn't tell him, and said in a low voice.

"Boy, tell you the truth, it's not that the **** doesn't tell you, but the **** doesn't know where the three magic soul seals are. You need to find it yourself."

"The **** is tired, don't disturb the god!"

After finishing speaking coldly, Mo Wen Tianben wanted to say something more, but on the divine bead, the luster disappeared, and it looked ordinary.

"Boss..."

"Boss, how are you?"

At this moment, the voices of Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"I'm fine, Xiao Jiao, how is your injury?"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian thought of the injuries Xiao Jiao had suffered, and asked in a deep voice.

"My injury is okay, I will recover after a while!"

Mo Wentian's voice came, and Xiao Jiao answered quickly.

"These are some elixir and elixir, you can refining them to restore your cultivation!"

Mo Wentian's heart moved, and a space ring appeared in Mo Wentian's hands. In the next instant, the space ring fell beside Wentian Pavilion Xiaojiao.

"Ok, boss!"

Xiao Jiao took the space ring and replied in a deep voice, even if he was caught in the cultivation.

"Huantian, come out and protect me!"

Looking at Xiao Jiao falling into cultivation, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, as if thinking of something, he let out a cold voice.

"Yes, boss!"

Mo Wentian's voice sounded in his mind, Huantian responded quickly, and then his figure flashed, and he appeared beside Mo Wentian, with a furry body lying on the ground.

Looking at the corpse of the third demon elder in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.

"You hurt me, so you can repair my injury!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Mo Wentian stepped forward, placing his palm on the head of the third elder of the Demon Race.

"Heaven Devouring God Technique!"

"Swallow!

Mo Wentian gave a cold sigh, and the next moment, he immediately started operating the Heaven Devouring God Art.

"Rumble..."

A series of sword powers shook wildly on Mo Wentian's body.

A powerful suction power came from Mo Wentian's body, and that power seemed to swallow everything.

The next moment, I saw the body of the three elders of the Demon Race directly exploded, and countless blood energy was madly swallowed by Mo Wentian.

"Hoho..."

In Mo Wentian's body, the Sword Star Core also began to tremble at this moment, and a wave of Sword Power oscillated on the Sword Star Core.

In the dantian, the two sword star nuclei, which had not merged recently, trembled and rotated slightly.

Mo Wentian's injuries, at this moment, slowly recovered.

Fifteen minutes later, Mo Wentian slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Mo Wentian regaining consciousness from his practice, a group of people quickly gathered around him.

"Emperor, are you okay?"

"The Lord..."

"Master!"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian, everyone's expressions were full of worry.

Especially Tianhu, at this moment, he couldn't care about the presence of so many people, so he rushed directly into Mo Wentian's arms.

"Wen Tian Brother..."

"Uuuuuu, you scared me to death just now, I thought..."

Tianhu said, the crystal in his eyes was like a broken string, falling down.

"Why?"

"Think I would be killed?"

Mo Wentian didn't refuse, and he reached out his hand to embrace Tianhu, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he asked instead.

"After all, that old guy is a strong heavenly monarch. People are really worried about you. You don’t know. I’m a thousand feet away. Seeing the ten hammers of flames falling towards you, my heart I jumped to my throat!"

The Tianhu nestled in Mo Wentian's arms, recalling the terrible battle in the void, still lingering in his heart.

"Okay, okay, I know you worry about me, but am I okay here?"

Looking at Tianhu worrying about himself, Mo Wentian felt warmth in his heart.

"Stop crying, there are still so many people here. If we have anything to say, we will wait for the evening to return to the room to talk!"

In the next moment, looking at Chi Xiao in front of him, Wu Sheng and the rest of the Jiuyou clan disciples and others, leaned forward and reminded Tianhu.

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, but just for a moment, the red face on Tianhu's beautiful face was almost dripping with water.

Looking at the Tianhu that blushed instantly, Huan Tian was full of doubts. This guy rolled his furry body and came to Tianhu's side. A pair of round eyes looked at Tianhu, his face was full of doubts.

"Tianhu, why did you blush suddenly?"

Looking at Tianhu, Huantian asked in confusion.

It's okay if Huantian doesn't ask. With this question, Tianhu's face becomes more and more ruddy.

"I... Ask God, I still have a little bit. Let's go first and come back later!"

After finishing speaking, before everyone was relieved, Tianhu's figure had disappeared before his eyes.

Looking at the back who hurriedly fled, Mo Wentian's mouth couldn't help but raise.

But in the next moment, something seemed to have been thought of, and the eyes suddenly became cold.

"Chi Xiao!"

"The disciples are here!"

With Mo Wentian's cold drink, Chi Xiao took a step forward quickly.

"Distribute the heavenly stone spirits in these space rings!"

Mo Wentian took out a dozen spatial rings from his hands and threw them to Chi Xiao.

The dozen or so spatial rings were found from the 30 disciples of the demon race who had been killed.

In the current Jiuyou clan, the most lacking is resources. Thirty disciples of the demon clan who have perfected the great heaven position, how can they have less cultivation resources? After being killed, how can Mo Wentian let go of that space? Ring.

"Yes, the emperor!"

Chi Xiao took the space ring and stepped down respectfully.

"The war, is coming!"

Watching Chi Xiao leave, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light.

Now the Young Demon Lord and the Third Elder of the Demon Race and the thirty disciples of the Demon Race have been beheaded by Mo Wentian, Mo Wentian can't believe it, the Demon Race will swallow this breath.

Don't be sure that Tiancheng will become lively in the future.