Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 902: Little Jiao fights the big elder of the Demon Race

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Chapter 902 Xiaojiao fights against the demon elder

"Mo Wentian, what does this kid want to do?"

"The ancestor Huo was not completely beheaded by him, and even the soul could not escape. What does he want to do to the ancestor Huo?"

"Have you never heard that this kid, Mo Wentian, has cultivated a technique that can devour others to increase his cultivation!"

"This kid is too enchanting!"

"The ancestor Huo is a strong man in the late heavenly king, just swallowed it directly?"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian in the void, everyone's eyes were full of surprise.

"Buzzing..."

On the body of Old Ancestor Huo, that wave of essence and blood quickly rushed into Mo Wentian's body.

As the essence and blood entered his body, Mo Wentian only felt the football-sized star in his dantian gleaming.

"Almost a little bit!"

The light in Mo Wentian's eyes was extremely bright.

In the void, countless auras gathered towards Mo Wentian. At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian was terrifying.

"What a strong breath!"

"How can this kid be so strong!"

The remaining demon elders and ice ancestors flashed with coldness in their eyes.

Mo Wentian looking at the void, both of them couldn't help trembling a little.

The Ice Ancestor, who originally wanted to kill Mo Wentian, has completely lost his desire to kill Mo Wentian.

The cultivation base of Old Ancestor Huo is a bit stronger than him. Old Ancestor Huo has already died in Mo Wentian's hands. How could he be Mo Wentian's opponent.

"Boss, are you going to make a breakthrough?"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao seemed to have discovered something, the light in his eyes suddenly skyrocketed, and his figure flashed, appearing beside Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of shock.

As the ancestor Huo's essence and blood entered his body, Mo Wentian's breath continued to grow.

"Repair, break it!"

An icy roar came, and the light in Mo Wentian's eyes instantly rose.

"Buzzing..."

In Mo Wentian's body, the stars the size of a football, a series of gods gleamed with incomparable light.

As if the next moment, it will grow.

But unfortunately...

"Buzzing..."

The aura around me began to dissipate.

The fluctuating aura on Mo Wentian's body also began to stabilize.

"In the late days of the king, it is still not enough!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with cold light, and his heart was full of unwillingness.

Just a little bit, just a little bit!

But at this point, it seems like a gap between heaven and earth, which can't be crossed.

"Boss, aren't there two more people?"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao's voice came again.

"That's right, there is also an old chopstick from the late heavenly king!"

"If you swallow these two people, maybe you can break through!"

Hearing this, there was a bright light in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Looking at the ancestor Huo and the great elder of the demon clan in front of him, a hot light burst out of Mo Wentian's eyes.

Among these two, the Great Elder of the Demon Race is the mid-stage of the Heavenly King, and the Ice Ancestor is the powerhouse of the later-stage Heavenly King.

If they don't want to surrender, Mo Wentian won't mind and swallow them all.

Even if he can't let his cultivation level break into the realm of the heavenly king, at least it will make the aura on his body a bit tougher.

"Two old dogs, this emperor will give you a chance!"

"Surrender to the emperor, or become the emperor's nourishment!"

Something seemed to be remembered, Mo Wentian's eyes had a cold glow.

Looking at the two people in front of them, their voices were extremely cold.

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

When Mo Wentian looked at him like this, the demon elder only felt like a prey, staring at him.

Looking at these eyes, he only felt a burst of coolness coming from his back, extremely cold.

"Boy, you are delusional!"

"You killed the demon king of my demon race, and now you kill the fire ancestor of my demon race, my demon race will not let you go!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Old Ancestor Bing also said coldly.

For some reason, looking at Mo Wentian, a bad premonition rose in their hearts, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Mozu?"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth, and a wicked smile spread.

"Among your demons, the demon king was beheaded by me, and the ancestor Huo was also beheaded. The first-day disciple and two of them surrendered!"

"Do you think that with the rest of you choppy, how can you get me?"

The cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian's face was cold and proud.

The next moment, I saw the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword appearing again in Mo Wentian's hands.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he took a step forward, Mo Wentian stood proudly in the void, and a terrifying and boundless killing intent in his eyes rose to the sky.

Inside and outside the Demon Race, countless warriors have impressive expressions on their faces.

"Does this kid Mo Wentian still want to kill the Great Elder of the Demon Race and the Old Ancestor of Ice?"

"Mo Wentian killed so many powerful Demon Race, and now the only two Demon Race masters left, Mo Wentian still wants to kill them all, it is too cruel!"

"The demons seem to be planted this time!"

"In this ancient relic, it seems that there will be no more demons soon!"

"The cultivation base of Ancestor Ice is a bit worse than Ancestor Huo. Ancestor Huo died in Mo Wentian's hands. How could Ancestor Ice be Mo Wentian's opponent!"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian reappearing in the void, countless martial artists began to discuss again.

"Boss, two of them, one of them!"

"Leave it to me, the great elder of the demons. I haven't taken a fight for a long time!"

In Xiao Jiao's eyes, the light skyrocketed, and the rolling warfare on his body rose to the sky.

Since Xiao Jiao broke into the realm of the Heavenly King, he hasn't had a good fight yet. The Great Elder of the Demon Race in front of him, and the cultivation base of the mid-term Heavenly King, can just allow the little Jiao to test his combat power.

"Good!"

"But I have one condition!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and said coldly.

"What conditions?"

Xiao Jiao blurted out subconsciously and made his debut.

"You can't kill this old dog. Although this old man is not strong, he is deeply rooted in the demons and has a great influence!"

"Leaving him will help us conquer the demons and establish the kingdom of the gods!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jiao and secretly transmitted the voice.

"Understood, boss!"

"Leave it to me, don't worry!"

Mo Wentian agreed, Xiao Jiao's face couldn't hide a bit of joy.

"Be careful!"

Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, looking at Xiao Jiao, said in a deep voice.

In Mo Wentian's heart, Xiao Jiao had already been regarded as a brother.

"Boss, you are also careful!"

Little Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said with a slight smile.

In the next instant, I saw Xiao Jiao's figure directly incarnate as a Baizhang Shenlong, standing proudly in the void, his eyes full of Leng Ao Wushuang.