Villain: The Demon Emperor obeys and kills the protagonist

"Then you. How many resources do you need to let me go back?"

Yun Feifei asked tentatively.

"How you are treated here depends on the resources you bring from your sect."

"As for how much to carry, you know for yourself."

Mo Wunian said lightly.

After the money is finished, kill all the children of luck.

Who made himself a villain?

You have to be insane.

It's over when you're happy.

buzz~
buzz urn~
buzz~
Just as Mo Wunian and the others were talking, figures appeared in the main hall.

It was the clone of Mo Wunian and Chuan Ling.

Before Mo Wunian went to the Yunxiao Holy Gate, he separated countless ship spirits and his clones, and ordered them to go to all sects or other places to find these lucky people.

I saw these avatars waved their hands casually, and one or several figures were thrown out by them.

Then it becomes illusory until it slowly dissipates.

"This is... where is this?"

"Where is this? Why am I here?"

"Why can't I use my spiritual power?"

The saint sons and saintesses of various sects who were thrown out panicked as soon as they came out.

"Yun Feifan, let you explain it to them."

Mo Wunian said something indifferently, and then slowly exited the hall with Chuan Ling.

After that, just let the clones who keep returning drop these lucky people here.

They couldn't escape anyway.

There is an ambush formation engraved in the Temple of the Demon Lord, and he is not afraid of what tricks these people will use.

As for whether the avatar can complete the task perfectly.

Mo Wunian wasn't worried at all.

After all, the avatar can exert the full effectiveness of the host, and with the hidden source of life, he does not believe that these sons of luck can escape from him and the boat spirit.

Inside the main hall.

Mo Wunian sat casually on the Supreme Demon Throne.

Below, Chuan Ling, Hong Zhu and other demon powers lined up.

"Le Yongshou."

Mo Wunian shouted lightly.

"Subordinates are here."

Le Yongshou took a step forward and responded respectfully.

"There are hundreds of trillions of the best primordial spirits here, and I'll leave it to you to deal with."

With a wave of Mo Wunian's hand, a simple and simple ring appeared in front of Le Yongshou.

As for the usefulness of exhorting these hundreds of trillions of the best primordial spirits, there is no need.

Le Yongshou is not an idiot, so he naturally understands how to maximize these resources.

"Yes, Lord Moshang."

Le Yongshou took the ring with both hands and respectfully responded.

"Everyone, my Demon Realm is about to face a big battle. In three days, there will be many strong men from the various sects of the Land of Nine Heavens."

"All the monks in my Demon Realm must adjust their status within these three days, and prepare to fight with me against the major sects in the Land of Nine Heavens!"

"We must have them, there is no return!"

Mo Wunian said loudly.

"We will follow in the footsteps of the demon lord, and we will make sure they come and go!"

"We will follow in the footsteps of the demon lord, and we will make sure they come and go!"

"We will follow in the footsteps of the demon lord, and we will make sure they come and go!"

In the main hall, countless strong men from the Demon Realm shouted loudly.

"I promise you!"

"After this time, my Demon Realm will definitely become the most powerful existence in the Nine Heavens!"

"My Demon Territory, I will definitely dominate the Nine Heavens!"

Mo Wunian shouted loudly.

"My Demon Territory will definitely dominate the Nine Heavens!"

"My Demon Territory will definitely dominate the Nine Heavens!"

"My Demon Territory will definitely dominate the Nine Heavens!"

All the powerhouses in the Demon Realm shouted respectfully.

Two days later.

Out of prudence, Mo Wunian once again came to the hall where many lucky people were suppressed.

hum!
There was a ripple in the space, and Mo Wunian, who was casually leaning on the Supreme Demon Throne, appeared out of thin air.

"Everyone, it's been a long wait."

"Tomorrow is the appointed day, can you please transmit the sound to your sect?"

Mo Wunian smiled lightly, and glanced at the densely packed monks in the hall.

The hall with a radius of thousands of miles seemed a bit crowded at this moment.

It was enough to see how poor Mo Wunian was.

These monks are all big fat sheep.

"Our divine power is restricted, how can we transmit sound?"

A youth-like cultivator said indignantly.

"I don't care."

"I have always been very principled in doing things. As long as no sect comes to redeem you tomorrow with resources, then you will have to die."

Mo Wunian said lightly.

Although the spiritual power of this group of people is restricted, due to their particularity within the sect, there must be some imprints of spirits and souls in the sect, and they can be passed on through these imprints of spirits and souls.

As for some monks who were captured from other places because they behaved like the children of luck.

If there is a master, it is fine, if not
I'm sorry.

You just wait to die.

"you"

"Do you know who this deity is?"

Then the young man was extremely angry and growled.

"who are you?"

"I don't care who you are! So what if you are the son of the overlord of the entire Nine Heavens?"

"If you have the ability, come and kill me now."

"Do you have that ability? Shut up if you don't, trash!"

Mo Wunian said disdainfully.

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His youthful face was contorted, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.

Obviously in this case, no matter what his status is.

They are all as powerless as lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

We can only wait for the rescue from the sect outside.

"Of course, I have to remind you."

"Come to dominate the realm, yes."

"But in the three realms of the other shore, only monks below the boundless realm can come."

"Beyond the boundless border, we will not entertain you."

"Of course, you can also call endless powerhouses to try."

"Let's see if you die first, or I die first."

Mo Wunian smiled charmingly and said lightly.

It doesn't matter what they transmit.

Even if it means gathering countless strong men to ambush outside the Thousand Fantasy World?

So what if it is directly preparing to destroy the Thousand Illusions World?

He had no fear at all.

As long as you can bring resources to it.

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Many people with great luck were silent together, with different expressions.

All living beings are under the siege, and they can't use the slightest ability.

At this moment, no matter what you say, it is pale and powerless.

Scanning again for a week, Mo Wunian slowly disappeared with a faint smile on his face.

At this moment.

Holy land in the sky.

Inside the Cloud Palace.

"what?!"

"Is that Fan'er who was kidnapped by the cultivator who can cross the void with his body?!"

Holy Master Yunxiao exclaimed.

"Reporting to the Holy Lord, it is true."

Below, an old man said tremblingly.

"This"

"Pass down the order of the Holy Lord! Take the most and the best resources and send them to the world of fantasy!"

"Don't, never conflict with it."

Holy Master Yunxiao said suddenly.

"???"

"Holy Lord, this is you."

The old man looked puzzled and asked blankly.

"This kind of evildoer is actually short of cultivation resources!"

"This is a good opportunity for my Yunxiao Sect to perform!"

"We must perform well and let that monk see the strong strength of my Yunxiao Sect!"

Holy Master Yunxiao said excitedly.