Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 807 Demon Clan Meng Ruoxi

"Master Demon King, you don't have to worry about it at this time and a half. The little Jiuyou clan, to me, is not something that can be easily destroyed!"

In Meng Ruoxi's eyes, there was a fierce rise.

"Ruoxi, although there are no strong men in the Jiuyou, you can't belittle you. The elders and elders who sent you there, and the Xiaoyue mark, all died in the hands of the Jiuyou."

Demon King's Lian Sang, a fierce burst of skyrocketing.

"Master Demon King, you can rest assured that this is not the same as their group of waste. I have a hunch that my cultivation is far from breaking through the consummation of Tianjun, not far away!"

Meng Ruoxi's face was full of confidence.

With her Tianjun's peak strength, a small Jiuyou clan, she really didn't pay attention to it.

As for those who went to Jiuyou and were killed by Jiuyou, from Meng Ruoxi's point of view, they are all their incompetence.

"Ruoxi, you have to break through again, it's really good!"

When the demon king heard Meng Ruoxi, he wanted to break through again, and his face was hard to hide.

"Master Demon King, my cultivation is about to break through, should you reward me?"

"Master Demon King ..."

Meng Ruoxi twisted her waist, and Jiao's voice was a little hard to hide.

"Reward reward?"

"Beauty of Ruoxi ..."

The demon king Renzhen paused for a few seconds, then looked back, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Hahaha ..."

"Giggle ..."

Laughter sounded in a small courtyard of the demon king's house.

The day passed quickly.

On this day, all the people in Jiuyou Tiancheng are practicing.

In the courtyard of the city's main mansion.

"Woohoo ..."

Mo Wentian spit out a stale gas and stood up.

"Chixiao!"

Seems to remember something, Mo asked Tian Leng to drink a voice.

"Emperor!"

With Mo Wentian cold drinking, Chixiao's figure quickly appeared outside the courtyard.

"How was the enquiry about the demons?"

Mo Wentian's eyes were indifferent.

Do not believe if you ask Tian, ​​he beheaded so many strong people in this monster group, and this monster group will let him go.

"Back to the Emperor, Xiao Ran has not yet heard the news, but the disciples discovered the news. Two days later, the king-level peak artifact of the Jiuyou Mountains was born. Naturally, the demons will not miss this wonderful opportunity!"

"They must have been involved in the snatch!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Chi Xiao's eyes were extremely respectful.

"Participating in the snatch?"

"Okay! Since you don't think you're dead enough, then this emperor wouldn't mind completing some of his demons!"

Wen Yan, Mo Wentian's eyes, a touch of cold mang rose.

"What happened to the disciples in the clan?"

The cultivation of disciples in the clan is the top priority. Mo Wentian thought of this and asked coldly.

"Going back to the emperor, two disciples of the Jiuyou clan will soon break through to the realm of Tianjun, and the rest have not made much substantial progress!"

Chixiao's eyes were full of respect, but his voice was a little hard to hide.

"not enough!"

"This is not enough!"

Mo Wentian shook his head, and a touch of cold mang rose in his eyes.

"Boss, there are not enough resources. Someone will come to deliver!"

Suddenly, the magical voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Someone coming?"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, then his eyes looked into the void.

In the distant void, a dragon horse drove quickly towards the direction of Jiuyou Tiancheng.

Behind Ryoma, there is an extravagant golden urn, and the golden urn is hundreds of feet away, and even the void is trembling everywhere.

"Long Ma Jin Yan?"

A bright light rose from Mo Wentian's eyes.

Ryoma, it is an ancient alien species, the rareness of this thing is conceivable, and it is not easy to conquer.

Don't worry about Mo Wentian, the person who comes this time must have a high status!

"The demon tribe is really a gourd baby to save grandpa, come one by one!"

But in the next moment, Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and then a cold cold mang rose in his eyes.

"Buzz ..."

At this moment, a musical note came to Mo Wentian's ear.

"Told the master, among the demon clan, the demon king has sent the old demon king Meng Ruoxi to come to Tiancheng!"

"This person's cultivation is the peak state of Tianjun, and he will soon break through to the perfect state of Tianjun!"

After listening to the note, Mo Wentian shattered instantly.

"Meng Ruoxi, the peak of Tianjun is about to break to the completeness of Tianjun!"

"Such strength should be good!"

Nana murmured in his mouth, and Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with cold cold mansions.

"Boss, this person has a strong breath!"

The voices of Xiao Yan and Huan Tian sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"So strong?"

"Jiang will fight too!"

The deep voice was powerful and the eyes were firm.

"My practice is to break through to the stellar realm, I don't know what the current combat power is!"

"Now Meng Ruoxi came at the right time, just to test my strength!"

Mo Wentian's face had a slightly frowned sword eyebrow, and a cold cold mang rose in his eyes.

"Chixiao, tell everyone to go to the city after an hour and meet at the Tiancheng Gate to welcome them!"

A faint sound resounded throughout the entire city.

"Yes, the lord!"

Chixiao respectfully retreated.

An hour later, before the city.

"Booming ..."

The whole world seemed to tremble. In the void, the hundred feet of golden urn fell, and on top of the golden urn, there was a vast and boundless breath, and the power was terrible.

"What is this? Why is it so powerful?"

"I feel the blood in my body raging!"

"Is this the legendary dragon horse?"

"Ryoma? Is it the people of the demon clan come again?" ...

The entire city of Tian instantly boiled.

"Who is Mo Wentian, get out of this seat!"

A cold voice sounded in the void.

At the next moment, the crowd felt only a flower in front of them, and a soft figure came out of the golden urn. Wherever this person passed, various imaginary ghosts appeared in the void.

"What a nice view……"

"This……"

...

The disciples who are low in cultivation, their eyes suddenly skyrocketed, staring at the countless winks in the void, as if they were to be captured by the dementors.

"Carved worm tricks!"

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he sang a cold drink.

As the ancestor of illusion, this little trick, in the eyes of illusion, is just like an ant.

With the magical heavens hitting one by one, the countless enchanting phantoms in the void collapsed instantly.

"This……"

"how can that be?"

For a few seconds, Meng Ruoxi's eyes were a little incredible.

For his illusion, Meng Ruoxi is extremely confident.

It is with this charming magical art that she can keep the demon king all the time. She is confident that no one can resist it. She is tempted.

But today, in this small Jiuyou clan, in front of a group of people she didn't look at in the eyes, she was proud of the illusion, which was easily defeated.