The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 2297: Killing intent

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"Haha...good!"

"This little friend, I saw your ability just now. It is right to leave this to you in my opinion."

"My strength cannot be fully utilized, I can only pin all my hopes on you."

The words of the old demon **** caused Wang Meng to be taken aback, and then he reacted somewhat.

"Do you mean that you want me to use your power to take action?" Wang Meng asked in surprise.

"Yes!" The old demon nodded noncommittal: "With my power, you can't reach my own realm, but you can reach the eighth stage late stage realm. This is enough to deal with the big prince Mo Jiuyou Up."

"This little friend, with the help of my strength, time is limited, everything depends on how you control it, I believe you will do it well. Now, are you ready?" The old devil stared at Wang Meng with a smile, and said In the middle, full of confidence in Wang Meng.

Wang Meng grinned.

Nodded without hesitation, and bowed: "Since the old demon **** has such confidence in the younger generation, the younger generation doesn't say much, and looks like a mother-in-law. I promised you."

"Okay! The so-called time waits for no one, it should not be late, let's go right away."

The old demon spoke.

Wang Meng slowly walked up to the old demon **** and accepted the transmission of the old demon god's power.

Wang Meng just accepted it, and this step is to consolidate.

At this time, outside the Great Elder's Hall, the fight started, and the battle has reached a white-hot stage.

The situation, there is no doubt that the big prince Mo Jiuyou is tyrannical, and they are almost overwhelming.

If it weren't for Ziyan and Qingluo, individual elders and others desperately guarded them, they would have been defeated a long time ago.

In this battle, the great elder Demon Qingtian was rehabilitating himself because of the effect of the Demon Sealing Pill, so he couldn't make a move.

The strongest pillars collapsed, and they almost hopeless to win.

"Ah..."

With a scream, one of the supporting elders on the side of the tenth-level magic pattern little magic boy was injured by his opponent, a big **** mouth appeared on his chest, and his arm was torn.

Huh!

Fortunately, Zi Yan rushed over at this moment, holding the Heavenly Demon Sword in front of her.

Of these people, Zi Yan is among the best in combat effectiveness.

"Thank you." The wounded elder looked at Zi Yan with a grateful expression on his face.

Zi Yan stared at his injury and sighed: "You are in a very bad situation now, so don't make any more moves next."

"Hmm!" The elder nodded, his expression a little sad.

He and Zi Yan turned around at the same time, and they could clearly see all this in front of them.

They suffered heavy casualties and were completely defeated. It was just a matter of time.

"Huh..." Qingluo also walked over at this moment and looked at Zi Yan and said: "Sister Zi Yan, the situation is too dangerous now, what should we do?"

"At this moment, we can only hope that Wang Meng can succeed. As long as he successfully rescues the old demon god, we will counterattack."

Zi Yan pinned all her hopes on Wang Meng.

Qingluo nodded next to her, and she understood that this was the only way at present.

"Jiejie..."

There were bursts of cold laughter from high in the sky, Mo Jiuyou stared at Zi Yan, Qing Luo and others, and shouted: "Don’t do those useless struggles. You want to wait for the old demon **** to retreat. That’s Impossible."

"Mo Jiuyou, you are really mean." Zi Yan gritted her teeth and shouted, her eyes full of coldness. She already hated Mo Jiuyou.

"Zi Yan, stop talking nonsense, immediately hand over the tenth-level magic pattern devil boy, I can consider letting you go."

"Impossible. My son is hidden by me, and you will never find it." Zi Yan shouted, she was in the forefront, and the great glory of maternal love was shining at this moment.

"Really? Zi Yan, since I am here today, no matter where the tenth-level magic pattern devil boy is hidden, I will find it."

Mo Jiuyou put down his harsh words.

He followed the order to find the little magic boy.

"Woohoo..."

In a short while, a few crying came from the backyard, and two powerful demons belonging to the Mo Jiuyou camp grabbed the little Mo Tong and walked over.

Then shouted: "Grand Prince, you're done."

"Very good!" Mo Jiuyou smiled with satisfaction.

The little magic boy’s face was all scared, the ten-level magic pattern on his forehead flickered, and his mouth shouted: "Mom, help me..."

"Little Demon Boy..." Zi Yan yelled, and rushed over desperately with the Heavenly Demon Sword to rescue the Little Demon Boy.

Huh!

At this time, the demon clan's third chief was aging as a gust of wind blowing over, blocking Zi Yan's retreat.

"Jiejie..."

Mo Jiuyou sneered sneered, and lifted his palm lightly, bursting out terrifying power. The little magic boy in the hands of the two demons flew over and hovered in front of Mo Jiuyou.

The body is imprisoned and cannot move at all.

Mo Jiuyou's palm pointed at the little Demon Boy, and with a lightly grip, the little Demon Boy's face changed, as if he was being oppressed by some terrifying force.

"Don't..." Zi Yan yelled. She knew that as long as the current Mo Jiuyou exerted force, the little magic boy would be wiped out, completely dead.

Mo Jiuyou snorted coldly, ignored Zi Yan’s yelling below, and locked on the little demon boy with cold eyes, and said grimly: "Ten-level magic pattern! The second tenth-level of the demon clan in thousands of years. Mageweave, if you grow up, how many people in the world will be your opponents? It's a pity that you are still too young and you are destined to not survive."

"Today I will kill you to prove the way of my devil."

"Exit!"

Mo Jiuyou shouted, shaking the sky, his voice was full of endless killing intent.

"Don't..." Zi Yan's voice was crying hoarse, but there was no way to resist all this and she could only watch.

"The chosen son of the tenth-level magic pattern, born demon god? Haha... It turns out that it is just a joke, you are dead."

Mojiuyou sneered sneerly, and was about to kill the little magic boy.

Just when his palms were tightly gripped, and he wanted to crush the little devil boy into pieces, the black light on the little devil boy's body was shining, and a terrifying power rushed out.

"What's the matter?" Mo Jiuyou was shocked.

Huh!

Before he could fully react, a flying sword shot out, piercing the sky, and instantly arrived in front of Mo Jiuyou.

Mo Jiuyou was shocked and hurriedly turned his head to avoid.

However, the speed of the natural flying sword was too fast, and he still cut off a bunch of Mo Jiuyou's hair, fell from a high altitude, and landed on the ground.

A bunch of hair was cut off, Mo Jiuyou's face suddenly became very ugly.

Then Mo Jiuyou raised his head and found that the little magic boy dissipated and fell into Wang Meng's hands.

Wang Meng stood there, reached out his hand to touch the hair of the little devil boy, and gently comforted: "Little devil boy, now my uncle is here, no one can hurt you anymore."

"Yeah! Uncle is the best." The little magic boy hugged Wang Meng and went up to kiss Wang Meng.

Wang Meng smiled and looked away from the little magic boy, and found that everyone's eyes were turned to him.

Shocked one after another.

Zi Yan stared at Wang Meng's eyes, full of excitement and joy.

Wang Meng finally appeared.

Fortunately, the little magic boy has nothing to do.