Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 837: The Dark Lord

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Chapter 837 The Dark Lord

"Mo Wentian, what do you want to do?"

"My brother is the first genius of the Demon Clan, and he has also been appreciated by Lord Beast Lord. If you let me go, I will ask my brother to ask Lord Beast Lord to let you Jiuyou Clan!"

At this moment, Lu Ming's heart was terrified.

He wants to struggle to escape, but no matter how he struggles, he just can't get away from Mo Wentian's palm.

"Release the Jiuyou clan?"

"When does the emperor need to let others come to let it go, Lu Ming, you have a lot of words!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the chill flickered.

As soon as he pressed his palm, Lu Ming's spirit screamed again and again.

"No..."

"Ah..."

Lu Ming's spirit was directly erased by Mo Wentian.

The power of countless souls vibrates around Mo Wentian.

"Magic Dzi!"

"Swallow!"

"Buzzing..."

Played one after another, and from the magic sky beads, a series of terrifying suction power came.

The power of countless souls rushed towards the magic dzi.

"Buzzing..."

At this moment, the magic dzi trembling violently.

As the power of the soul enters the magic sky bead, the two phantoms of the red clothes and red clothes that were originally clear are becoming clearer at this moment.

The third genius disciple of the Demon Race, Lu Ming, has fallen!

"Boss!"

"Ancestor!"

……

At this moment, the figures of Xiao Jiao, Wu Sheng and others appeared beside Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, among those expressions, it was hard to hide a little worry.

"I'm fine!"

There was a glint in Mo Wentian's eyes, and then he moved his mind and put away the magic dzi beads.

"Wu Sheng, Wu Jinfeng, how are your injuries recovered?"

Seems to remember something, Mo Wentian asked coldly.

"Thank you ancestors for caring, my injury has been fine!"

Wu Jinfeng bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Well, the recovery is not bad!"

Mo Wentian looked at Wu Jinfeng, his soul swept away, and the situation in Wu Jinfeng's body was completely revealed in Mo Wentian's mind.

Wu Jinfeng's injury is indeed almost recovered.

"Boss, my cultivation level has reached the late stage of Tianjun, next time I encounter something like this!"

"You let me shoot, I want to see how my strength is!"

Suddenly, Xiao Jiao thought that Mo Wentian hadn't let him take action just now, so he spoke.

"Don't think that I don't know what your mind is. You watched me kill so many people and your hands are itchy, right?"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jiao with a slightly raised corner of his mouth jokingly.

"Boss, I really can't hide my mind from you!"

After being dismantled by Mo Wentian, Xiao Jiao lowered his voice somewhat embarrassedly.

"Don't worry, there are opportunities!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an extremely cold light suddenly appeared.

"Boss, I feel the phantom fruit is in the depths of this cave!"

At this moment, Huantian looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"In the depths of this cave?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a bright light rose in an instant.

"Yes, that's the cave just now!"

Huantian's eyes are full of firmness.

"So what are you waiting for, let's go in and pick this magical fruit!"

Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and he walked directly toward the depths of the cave.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian felt a strange and boundless breath coming, and instantly shouted coldly.

"Boss, the demons in this are terrible!"

Little Jiao also seemed to feel the weirdness in the depths of this cave, and his expression was slightly solemn.

"The magical fruit has such a great effect, it can still exist in this sinkhole!"

"It means that it is not easy to win this phantom fruit. There must be something scary in this cave!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an extremely cold glow came up, looking at the cave in front of him, and said coldly.

"Boss, since it's so dangerous inside, let's leave!"

Huantian looked at Mo Wentian with a solemn expression.

Huantian has followed Mo Wentian during this period, and has already regarded Mo Wentian as a relative.

Although he really wanted this magical fruit to improve his cultivation, he didn't want Mo Wentian because he was hurt.

"Is the emperor afraid of danger?"

"The more dangerous it is, the more interesting it is. Be careful and follow the emperor!"

Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and then he said in a deep voice.

As Mo Wentian and others entered the depths of the cave, the whole world seemed to be darkened.

"Rumble..."

In the cave, the turbulent demonic energy formed a whirlpool in the void, and the whirlpool was so dark that it looked strange and boundless.

"Who would dare to break into this king's territory, did he come to die?"

At this moment, a gloomy voice resounded in the cave.

"Who are you?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an extremely cold air rose.

In the vortex of the void, there seems to be a terrifying power.

"Quack..."

"This king is the Dark Lord, the king of this sinkhole!"

Weird laughter came from the whirlpool.

The whirlpool is several meters high, and the entire cave is completely enveloped by this dark magic.

In the next instant, this billowing devilish energy rushed toward Mo Wentian and others.

"Boss, this devilish spirit is so strong!"

The voices of Xiao Jiao and Huantian sounded in Mo Wentian's mind at the same time.

"So strong?"

"But only the realm of perfection!"

Mo Wentian's voice is full of coldness and pride.

"The Dark Lord?"

"Just because you dare to claim the king in front of this emperor?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the chill flickered.

The Dark Lord in front of him, although his aura is boundless.

However, his cultivation level is not very high, but he is only at the level of perfection.

Mo Wentian had a hunch. Although the Black Demon's cultivation level reached Tianjun's Consummation, it was indeed impossible to kill him.

"Boy, you are really arrogant!"

In the cave, a cold voice came.

"Boom boom boom..."

As the devilish energy surged, the barriers in the cave shattered instantly.

"Tianjun's complete coercion is indeed very strong!"

Mo Wentian took a deep breath, the devilish energy of the void was extremely terrifying.

Although Tianjun Consummation is only a small difference from Tianjun's peak realm, there is a huge difference in strength.

This breath is many times stronger than Meng Ruoxi and Lu Ming at the peak of Tianjun.

"Except for Xiao Jiao, all of you have entered Wentian Pavilion!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian shouted coldly towards Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng behind him.

Only a tenth of a breath, Wu Sheng, Wu Jinfeng and others have been admitted to Wentian Pavilion by Mo Wentian.

"Old black, why are you in a hurry to fight?"

"How about making a bet with Bendi?"

Mo Wentian looked at the billowing devilish energy, a glint flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Bet?"

"What bet?"

Hearing this, the billowing demonic energy gathered in an instant, and finally gathered into a black-faced old man.

The black-faced old man looked at Mo Wentian and said subconsciously.