Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 879: Go to the Mozu

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Chapter 879 Going to the Demon Race

"What?"

"The demons actually sent a strong man to come while I was away?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a terrifying murder intent appeared.

"Yes, they sent a full ten strong men from the early days of Heavenly King!"

"In fact, we are all to blame. Master Tianhu told us not to take action, but I can't help those people coveting Master Tianhu!"

"I took the shot and blamed me. If we don't take the shot, they won't hurt us seriously. In this way, they won't threaten Master Tianhu, and Master Tianhu won't have to go with them!"

Chi Xiao looked at Mo Wentian, her eyes full of regret, and her voice couldn't hide a little bit of self-blame.

"Chi Xiao, don't blame yourself, this is not to blame you!"

"They have come to ten warriors from the early days of Tianjun, even if you don't make a move, they will definitely make a move against you!"

Mo Wentian hurriedly helped Chi Xiao up, but the chill in his eyes grew a bit thicker.

"The Lord..."

Chi Xiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Sky Fox!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were full of anger.

Mo Wentian seems to have seen the desperate scene of Tianhu and Ku Laitian killing them when he is no longer the Jiuyou clan.

He must repay this grudge.

"Devil King Old Dog, this emperor will definitely want you to repay it thousands of times!"

Mo Wentian's voice is extremely cold, and the billowing power on Mo Wentian's body is terrifying.

In the Heavenly City of the Nine You Clan, that terrible anger rose to the sky.

"What a terrible breath!"

"The aura on that boy Mo Wentian has become stronger again, has his cultivation level broken through again!"

"The Demon Race took away the disciples of the Jiuyou Race. It seems that the Demon Race and the Jiuyou Race are about to fight!"

"There is a good show!"

……

A group of figures looked at the void, their eyes were extremely shocked, but when they came back to their senses, it was more of the look they wanted to watch a good show.

Although both the Demon Race and the Monster Race have surrendered to the Orc Race, they are naturally divided into different levels under the same sect.

The strength of the Demon Race is stronger than that of the Demon Race. In front of the Demon King, the Demon Race is naturally more important.

Now that the people of the Demon Race are in conflict with Mo Wentian, the people of the Demon Race are naturally happy to watch the show.

"Boss, Tianhu has been taken away now, what should we do?"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao's eyes flashed with cold light, and he asked in a deep voice.

"What to do?"

"Dare to take away Tianhu, of course this emperor is going to come back, and he will return!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the cold light flickered, and the voice of China was even more powerful.

"Boss, do you mean to go to the demons?"

Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian looked at Mo Wentian and asked at the same time.

"Yes, go to the demons!"

"Xiao Jinghen, you stay in Tiancheng, Mozun, Fan Zeng, follow me to the Mozu!"

It seemed to remember something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and he said coldly.

"Yes, master!"

"Yes, master!"

……

Silhouettes came to Mo Wentian, respectfully.

"Little Jiao, Huantian, go!"

With a cold drink, the figures of Mo Wentian and others disappeared in place.

"Look, that's Mo Wentian. Where is Mo Wentian going with Fan Zeng and Mo Zun?"

"I looked at the direction, as if I was going to the demons!"

"Mozu? What are they doing to Mozu?"

"Among the demon clan, there was a strong man in the middle of the demon king that day. Do Wentian went to the demon clan to die?"

"It doesn't matter what he goes to see, anyway, where there is Mo Wentian, there will be a good show, follow up and see if there is a good show to be staged!"

……

Silhouettes, looking at the group of Xukong, began to discuss.

In the next instant, a group of figures hurriedly followed.

"Boss, there are a lot of people following us secretly, do you want to solve them?"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed in a deep voice.

"It's just some ants who want to watch the show, killing them is a waste of time!"

"Our top priority is to hurry to the Demon Race and rescue the Sky Fox from the Demon Race!"

Mo Wentian glanced at the figures behind him, and said coldly.

For Mo Wentian, those disciples in the middle and later stages of Tianjun are really just as good as their interests.

He doesn't bother to kill.

"Boss, why did you say that the Demon King of the Demon Race caught the Sky Fox and went to the Demon Race for?"

As if thinking of something, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and asked again.

"What else is it for, but just to lead the emperor to the demon clan, they want to kill the emperor, so that they can go to the front of the old beast owner and receive the reward!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the coldness can almost freeze people.

"The people of the Demon Race are really hateful. They even sent someone to take away the Tianhu while you were away!"

"The demons have always been shameless. For them, these are just habitual tricks!"

……

Little Jiao and Huantian, one dragon and one demon, you scolded each other.

An hour passed, Mo Wentian took the lead and finally came outside the gate of the Demon Race.

"Devil King Old Dog, get out of the emperor!"

Looking at the Demon King's Mansion standing in the deepest part, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with cold light, and he shouted coldly.

"Who is this person? He came to my demons so arrogantly, calling the devil king!"

"This person is so familiar...I...I remember, this person is Mo Wentian!"

"Mo Wentian? Mo Wentian, the ancestor of the Jiuyou clan?"

"This person's cultivation level is not in the late stage of Heavenly Sovereign. It is really arrogant that I dare to scream so arrogantly in my demons with such cultivation level!"

……

In front of the city gate of the Demon Race, the figures of the outer disciples of the Demon Race looked at Mo Wentian with a look of disdain in their eyes.

The outer disciples of the Demon Race do not know much about the affairs of the Demon Race.

They just heard that Mo Wentian was the ancestor of the Jiuyou clan. As for Mo Wentian beheading their young master, and other powerful people, they didn't know anything about it.

They only know that the Mo Wentian in front of them, the cultivation base is not high, and that he is only in the late stage of Tianjun, this kind of cultivation is indeed a lot of them among the demons.

But their stupid thing is that Mo Wentian's strength has never been measured by his cultivation base.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Boss, you walk so fast, but I am exhausted!"

……

At this moment, a group of figures fell behind Mo Wentian.

"Brother Fan Zeng?"

"Senior Brother Fan Zeng called Mo Wentian the kid master?"

"I heard that right, the breath of Brother Fan Zeng has reached the realm of the heavenly king, he is called Master Mo Wentian?"

"I heard it too, and you see Brother Fan Zeng's respectful appearance!"

……

Listening to Fan Zeng’s master, the crowd suddenly exploded.