Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 1036: Go To The City Lord's Mansion

"Yes!"

"We're going to Jincheng soon. Naturally, this source city needs someone to take care of it!"

Mo Wentian nodded his head, the light flashed in his eyes.

"But, Boss, Niu Bo's cultivation is beyond the late state of the King. His management of Hancheng caused many people's dissatisfaction!"

"The source city is the 80th city in the Tianniu tribe. The strength of the source city is not as strong as that of Hancheng. You can let Niubi manage the source city. Can he manage it?"

Xiaoxiong looked at Mo Wentian, her brows clenched tightly.

"Rest assured, Niu Bo's strength, this source city is enough!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth slightly grinned, a bright light rose in his eyes, full of indifferent words.

"Boss ..."

Xiao Yan looked at Mo Wentian, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

"Boss, when shall we go to Jincheng?"

At this moment, the magical figure flashed, and a fluffy ball fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder.

Looking at Mo Wentian, it seemed to be looking forward to it.

"Jincheng is definitely going, as for when ..."

"When Bo Niu comes, let's go!"

Listening to the words of Wutian, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a faint light, and the low road.

"Boss, how many more artifacts and elixir in this source city than Hancheng and Licheng?"

At this moment, Xiao Yan seemed to remember something, and a bright light rose in his eyes.

"Want to know?"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth slightly lifted, a wicked smile spread, and he said no answer.

"Boss, in addition to inquiring the news of the Dragon Dragon Sky Map in this source city, isn't it for the artifacts and elixir in this source city?"

"Since it's here, of course I want to see it!"

There was a look of anticipation on Xiao's face.

"Let's go then!"

The indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Motian stepped forward and walked directly to the main city house opposite Luojing Inn.

Looking at the awe-inspiring figure, countless warriors in front of Luojing Inn were full of horror.

"What does this boy want to do when he goes to the main town?"

"He beheaded our city owner. Is he trying to be our new city owner?"

"This kid's strength is really terrible. With his strength, it is no problem to be our city master, but he doesn't look like us Tianniu people!"

"Yes, he is not even a member of the Tianniu tribe. Why should he be the master of my Tianniu source city?"

"Let's go and see, we must not let this kid be the master of our source city!"

...

Every figure, talking about without any hesitation, rushed towards the city's main government.

At this moment, as Mo Wentian and others entered, the numerous source city disciples avoided it from afar.

"Boss, these people seem to be frightened by you!"

Looking at this scene, Xiao Yan's mouth said slightly.

"A deterrent is necessary!"

The indifferent voice sounded, in Mo Wentian's eyes, there was no slight wave.

Immediately, Mo Wentian walked towards the depths of the city's main government.

Let ’s not even say that this source city ranks 80th. Compared with the original Hancheng and Licheng, not only the strength of the disciples, but even the luxury of the main city of the city, it ’s not Hancheng. And Licheng can be compared.

Especially in the main hall of the city's main palace, the aura is extremely rich.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Wentian took Xiaoyu and Huantian around the main city of the source city, but he still hasn't found the treasure house of the source city.

"The treasure house of this source city is so hidden that even the emperor has not even noticed it!"

With a whisper in his mouth, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a touch of cold mang.

"Boss, find someone to ask!"

At this moment, Xiao Yan seemed to think of something, her eyes flashed, and she said in a deep voice.

"Ok!"

Mo asked Tianqing, and nodded.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flickered and disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared beside a disciple dozens of feet away.

"Say, where is the treasure house of the source city?"

Mo Wentian reached out and lifted the disciple of Yuancheng. He looked at the disciple of Yuancheng, his eyes filled with cold eyes, and he shouted sharply.

"The location of the treasure house? This boy needs to know the location of the treasure house. What is he trying to do?"

"Does he really want to control our source city in his hands?"

"The location of this treasure house must not be told to him, but in the treasure house, the training resources of our source city for thousands of years are stored!"

...

Listening to the word "treasury", everyone returned to God instantly.

At this moment, they looked at Mo Wentian, and the anger in their eyes was terrible.

But despite the anger in their hearts, their bodies did not move at all, and the breath on their bodies did not fluctuate.

Mo Wentian is terrible. They have already seen it. The strong man in the top of the city's Heyuan Heavenly King is not Mo Wentian's opponent. Those middle-aged and late warriors will not be Mo Wutian's opponent.

Of course those cultivation resources are important, but how can they be important!

Such an abacus, they will still fight, with anger in their mouths, but they dare not even step forward.

They are really afraid of Mo Wentian!

"I……"

"I……"

...

The disciple of Yuancheng was so trembling by Mo Wentian that he trembled.

After lingering for a long time, he couldn't say anything.

"Whew ..."

The next instant, a loud noise sounded, followed by a strong fishy smell.

"Useless things are a waste of resources alive!"

A stinky smell suddenly struck. Mo Wentian looked away coldly, and saw that the Yuancheng disciple who was being carried by himself had a large area under his crotch.

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a flash of disgusting eyes flashed, then the other hand, a fist shot, blasted directly towards the source city disciple's chest.

"boom……"

After a few breaths, a violent crackling sound came.

I saw Mo Wentian's fist straight through the chest of the Yuancheng disciple. It seemed that he was holding something in his hands, and there was heat in the gap between his fingers.

"Dead, He Ming is dead, because He Ming didn't answer the kid's question, he beheaded He Ming!"

"He Ming is so miserable that he can't even scream in the future!"

"This kid is really terrible!"

"The Lord of the City is dead, Brother He Qi is dead, and He Wu is also dead. Who else in our source city is this kid's opponent?"

"Are we the source city really going to become this kid's fish?"

...

The thick **** smell came, and countless disciples of Yuancheng came back from the shock.

Looking at the proud figure in the void, their bodies shivered.