Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 1411 Oneself? enemy?

"exactly!"

"Working with you, believe you, I still have the opportunity to escape the control of the Heavenly Mountain Master, escape from being suppressed by the Youlong, and even get revenge in helping you conquer the Youlong!

"But if I don't agree to cooperate with you, then I will have nothing!"

"Ask the Emperor, I believe that once you return, my Kunpeng tribe is willing to cooperate with you!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the chief Peng Peng seemed to be stimulated, and the light flashed in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

"Ok!"

"As long as you can figure it out!"

Seeing that the chief of Peng Peng promised to cooperate, Mo Wentian raised the arc, which became more intense.

Stepped forward, stretched out his hand, patted Qing Zhan's shoulder, said indifferently.

"Ask God, please sit down!"

At the next moment, the head of Kun Peng actually made an inviting action directly towards Mo Wentian, and also asked Mo Wentian to sit down beside the Lord.

"Clan Kun Peng, please!"

Seeing this, Mo Wentian also looked indifferent.

Mo Wentian said, sitting directly on the Lord's seat.

And looking at Mo Wentian sitting directly on the main seat, Qing Zhan's eyes were a little paused, when he looked back, he didn't say anything, but there was a flash of light in his eyes.

The next moment, Qing Zhan sat down in a chair beside the Lord.

"Ask the Emperor, you don't need to call me Paeng Peng in the future, just call me Qingzhan!"

Suddenly, it seems to be thinking of something, looking at Mo Wentian, Qing Zhan's face laughed.

"Qing Zhan?"

"This name is very good, then the emperor will change you for the Qing Zhan patriarch!"

The voice of Mo Wentian was extremely indifferent.

"Ask the Emperor, you and my Kunpeng tribe and the Moyuku tribe work together to subdue the Youlong tribe!"

"What is your purpose?"

"What do you think of this Youlong tribe? It doesn't make much sense to ask God!"

The next moment, Qing Zhan's eyes flashed a faint light, she asked in a deep voice.

"Now that you have cooperated with Bendi!"

"It's okay for the emperor to tell you, but before telling you, there is one thing that the emperor needs to cooperate with the Qing patriarch."

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the ray of light passed by.

The clear in front of him, although he had promised to cooperate with him, after all, it was very important that he wanted to seize the Dragon Blade of the Dragon You.

Once this matter is leaked out, this will directly affect his major event of capturing the Dragon Dragon Sky Map.

In this matter, Mo Wentian will not allow any mistakes.

"What needs my cooperation?"

"Ask the Emperor and say it!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the corner of Qing Zhan's mouth raised in an arc.

"Let go of your heart, and let this emperor leave a mark on your heart!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Mantian's eyes flickered endlessly.

"Relax?"

"Mo Wentian, are you really making progress?"

"I promised to cooperate with you, but I didn't promise to surrender to you. You want me to be happy, you are abominable!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the clear look changed suddenly.

The raised smile just disappeared in an instant, and only anger in his face was replaced.

Let go of God, how can he not understand what this means, once he let go of God and let Mo Wentian leave a mark of soul and soul, then his life and death are completely in the hands of Mo Wentian.

He is the patriarch of the Kunpeng tribe, the second-most existence of the Kunpeng tribe.

He promised to cooperate with Mo Wentian, he had already let go of the means, and now Mo Wentian wants him to be happy, would he be willing?

"Chief Qing Zhan, it seems you are not willing to let go?"

"That being the case, then the emperor will help you!"

The cold voice sounded again.

At the same time, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and directly unfolded the spirit of 800 Baizhang, shrouded over the clear spirit.

"Boy, you ..."

"How can your spirit be so strong?"

With the power of Mo Wentian's spirit hanging down, Qing Zhan's eyes were full of surprise.

His practice is that although he is not far from the half-step emperor, his spirit is only six hundred and fifty feet.

Although the difference between the strength of the six hundred and fifty feet and the eight hundred feet of Mo Wentian is only one hundred and fifty feet, the difference in strength is quite different.

As soon as Mo Wentian's spirit was shrouded, his six hundred and fifty feet spirit was already unbearable.

"Qing Zhan, I advise you to let it go honestly!"

"The ending is the same, you let go first, so that you will suffer at least less!"

Looking at Qing Zhan's strong support, Mo Wentian said a flash of light.

And it was in full swing in this hall.

Outside the hall, the eyes of the three figures all fell on the gate of the hall.

"Magic sky, you said that the boss has been in for so long, will the boss have nothing to do?"

Xiao Yan looked at Huan Tian, ​​and his face was full of worries.

"No, the boss is right. Just the chief of the Kunpeng tribe can't hurt him!"

Xuantian looked at Xiao Yan, the flash of light in his eyes.

For Mo Wentian's current strength, Magic Sky is extremely confident.

"Qing Zhan, surrender!"

"Fight further, your spirit will be shattered directly by the spirit of this emperor!"

"I am giving you the immortal mark, but for the sake of insurance, I promise you, as long as you help me to win the map of the Dragon Dragon, and I will help you to leave this mountain of freedom after he helps you to leave this heavenly mountain!"

In the hall at this moment, Mo Wentian looked at Qing Zhan's painful struggle, his eyes flashed coldly, and he said again.

"Huh ..."

A muffled sound rang, blood dripped from the mouth of Qing Zhan.

"You ... are you telling the truth?"

Reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Mo Wentian, Qing Zhan said coldly.

"You are already like this, do you think this emperor still needs to lie to you?"

Mo Wentian looked at Qing Zhan with an indifferent look.

"it is good!"

"I'm happy!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Qing Zhan's eyes flashed.

Immediately, she let go of her mind.

"Shin of God!"

Seeing Mo Wentian's mind opened, Mo Wentian did not hesitate at all, and directly printed one by one.

With the printing of these seals, in the void, a slave character exuding a simple atmosphere appeared.

"go with!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's hand waved, and the slave character fell directly towards the clear eyebrow.

"what……"

Suddenly, a scream sounded instantly.

"This is the voice of our patriarch!"

As soon as the scream of Qing Zhan sounded, the voiceless sound outside the gate of the hall was heard instantly.

"The voice of your patriarch, is it possible that the boss and the patriarch of the Kunpeng family have fought in the hall?"

Xiao Yan's expression suddenly became serious.