Chapter 293

"Ask heaven Pavilion, it's also time..."

"It's on!"

A bright light flashed in his eyes. Mo Wentian slowly stood up and looked at Luo Qi. Mo Wentian said coldly, "give this thing to the owner of the Mo family!"

With that, Mo Wentian handed the painting in his hand to Luo Qi again.

"Master, this..."

Luo Qi was a little stunned. The Mo family sent the painting over. Now don't ask the sky and send it back. Luo Qi is a little bit

I can't see!

"If you are asked to go..."

Don't ask the cold voice when you raise your eyebrows.

"Yes, master!"

Although he had some doubts in his heart, Luo Qi didn't dare to be vague at all. With the painting Mo Wentian gave him, he quickly disappeared into the courtyard.

Mo Jiazhong.

"Lord, ask him..."

On the main hall of the Mo family, a group of elders of the Mo family looked at the owner of the Mo family with a suspicious face, and saw the hands of the owner of the Mo family.

A picture, open slowly!

That figure, with a touch of contempt for the world, makes people can't help

Want to worship!

"He..."

"It's back!"

The owner of the Mo family shivered slightly. He gave this painting to Mo Wentian to protect the honor of the Mo family!

And they

I will fight to the death with the emperor Jianmen and ask heaven for inheritance, which belongs to his Mo family. How can it be this time

Fall into the hands of emperor Jianmen!

"Buzzing..."

At this time, the painting suddenly moved. The next moment, the painting dissipated directly, but a phantom had appeared in the hall.

"Ask the battle of heaven, leave it to me!"

A faint voice sounded in the hall. Everyone looked at the phantom, one by one, and couldn't help kneeling on the ground.

"Meet our ancestors!"

"Meet our ancestors!"

……

Even the owner of the Mo family is prostrate on the ground. Although the divine idea in the painting is mo Wentian, this phantom is the first sword emperor of the Mo family!

Ask the sword emperor!

"Hua la..."

The sound fell, the phantom dissipated, and the painting fell to the ground, but the painting had become a blank.

"This is..."

The head of the Mo family, his eyes slightly shrunk, and then he seemed to think of something, and said excitedly, "the disciples of the Mo family are ready..."

"Half a month later, fight to the death with emperor Jianmen!"

"Yes..."

Figures retreated, leaving only the master of the Mo family on the hall of the Mo family!

"Ancestor, you really..."

"Are you back?"

Looking at the blank picture, the owner of the Mo family trembled slightly. This picture is not an ordinary picture!

On this painting, there is the mark of Mo's ancestors, and there is only one possibility to activate this mark

Ask tianjiandi, back!

"When Dazu left, he left a prophecy..."

"At the end of my mo family, he will appear again. Now my mo family is facing extinction, ancestors..."

"Are you back again..."

Talking to himself, master Mo knelt down towards the painting axis again. Master Mo's face was very pious!

Ask God!

Time passed slowly again, but with the arrival of the disciples of the renhuang Jianmen, asking God, it became lively again.

The major forces also began to become active one by one.

In the sword King's attic.

"Master, the second batch of disciples are here. This time, it is the leader of the third Pavilion who brought the disciples here..."

An excited voice came. For a moment, several breaths came into the sword King Pavilion. With it, there were several more. Don't ask the sky about the familiar breath!

"Three cabinet masters..."

"Is it..."

Mo Wentian's eyes lit up. At the next moment, a beautiful shadow had rushed into the courtyard, and then directly rushed into Mo Wentian's arms.

"Young master, I miss you so much..."

"Woo woo..."

Those hands held tightly, as if they were afraid that Mo Wentian in front of them would disappear.

"Whisper..."

Mo Wentian's face was also full of joy. The second batch of disciples from the sword King Pavilion entered Wentian Shendu and led the people. It was mo Qingyu!

"See you, Lord!"

"See you, Lord!"

……

At this time, figures quickly entered the courtyard, looking at Mo Wentian and kneeling respectfully on the ground.

"God kill..."

"Withered..."

……

Looking at the familiar figures in front of you, don't ask the sky. The smile on your face is getting thicker and thicker.

"Cough... Whisper, many people are watching..."

It seemed to think of something. Mo Wentian's blush. Hearing this, Qiao's face became very red, and then he hurried out of Mo Wentian's arms.

Hide behind Mo Wentian.

"Hahaha..."

A burst of laughter rang out in the small yard. Hearing this laughter, his soft spoken face turned red, stamped his feet, and looked at the group in front of him angrily!

"Cough... OK!"

Don't ask heaven to wave slightly, and then he said in a deep voice, "Luo Qi, you go and arrange all the disciples in the sword King Pavilion!"

"Yes, master!"

Luo Qi hurriedly left with the disciples of the sword King Pavilion.

"Master..."

At this time, a voice came. Mo Wentian turned his head and saw a big man standing in front of him.

"Bury the monkey..."

Don't ask if it's a light in the eye of the heaven. It hasn't been seen for two years. The cultivation of burying the monkey has reached the perfect state of the demon emperor, and the ferocious spirit on his body!

It's even more terrible!

"Cultivation is good..."

Mo Wentian nodded admiringly. With the elixir left by him, he buried the monkey into the demon emperor's perfection. It's definitely a matter of time!

But being able to enter the demon emperor so quickly is related to the efforts of burying the monkey

Also inseparable!

"Master, I..."

The buried monkey scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and then seemed to think of something. Suddenly, he asked Mo, "master, where's Xiao Jiao..."

"Smelly monkey, you are here..."

The voice of the buried monkey just fell, and the next moment, a golden light flashed away, and the golden light fell on the buried monkey's shoulder and turned into a small Jiao.

"Xiao Jiao..."

Seeing Xiao Jiao, the buried monkey's eyes lit up, and then his face was full of War: "you and I fight..."

"Smelly monkey, do you think you can defeat grandpa Jiao when you enter the demon emperor perfection? I tell you..."

"Call me Grandpa, and I have entered the realm of demon emperor perfection!"

With a proud look at the buried monkey, a breath of perfection spread out from Xiaojiao, and at the same time, it rose

There is also a dragon power.

"The demon emperor is complete..."

Don't ask the sky's eyes lit up, and then his face was full of smiles. Xiao Jiao's talent was really terrible. It was only half a month, and he was successfully promoted to the demon emperor!

"The disciples of the sword King Pavilion came, and the buried monkey and the small Jiao also became the perfect monsters of the demon emperor. Next..."

"It's time to do it!" It seems to think of something. Don't ask the heavenly eye. Suddenly, it's cold, and flickers in the heavenly eye!