Chapter 732

Don't ask heaven and magic heaven standing in the corner, with a very indifferent face.

In the temple.

The silence is terrible!

"Boss, there are two more!"

"Give me these two?"

One of the three ancestors looked at Mo Wentian with evil light on his face.

The man's eyes were even hotter, as if he had seen the prey.

"Good!"

The middle-aged man looked contemptuously at Mo Wentian.

"Little guy, become the food of our ancestors!"

The middle-aged man smiled strangely and approached Mo Wentian. The middle-aged man didn't seem to want to kill Mo Wentian soon. There was a joke in his eyes.

"Boss, these three old guys want to devour us!"

In the eyes of Huan Tian, the light flashed, and Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly. With the devouring of this group of people, the breath on the three people was obviously increasing. It was obvious that these ancestors of Jiuyou clan were leaning on the disciples of Jiuyou clan.

Restore cultivation.

"What a clan leader of Jiuyou clan!"

"The means are really fierce!"

Don't ask heaven, and he couldn't help but take a breath. It was the patriarch of the Jiuyou clan, the disciple of the Jiuyou clan.

Give it to people to swallow alive.

How vicious this is!

"Boss, what shall we do now?"

The voice of magic heaven rings out in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Wait and see what happens!"

Don't ask the sky, the voice is extremely low.

Three middle-aged men.

Although the evil Qi on the body is extremely terrible.

But the cultivation has only recovered to the early days of the great heaven!

This cultivation is not terrible, but these three old guys don't know how many years they have lived, and they must have many means. If they want to kill these three people, even the strong ones at the peak of the great heaven, I'm afraid they can't do it!

As for don't ask the sky, it's even more difficult.

"It's your honor to be the food of our ancestors!"

"Jie Jie..."

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian with a wanton smile in his eyes.

Excited middle-aged man.

But I didn't find that Mo Wentian and Huan Tian in front of me didn't appear as panic as other disciples.

He seems to be waiting for something!

"Boy, die!"

The middle-aged man approached Mo Wentian step by step. In the temple, the silence was a little terrible. I saw the middle-aged man waving his hand, and the evil spirit was crazy and wanton.

"Jiuyou magic palm!"

The voice of indifference sounded.

The middle-aged man slapped, and the evil spirit of the whole temple shook madly.

Countless evil spirits are in the void.

A whirlpool formed, and the whirlpool grew rapidly, rising to ten feet in a moment.

It turned into a ten foot handprint.

On the fingerprints, evil spirits are wanton.

It seems that there is a devil howling.

The sound made people's scalp numb, in the temple.

It seems to have become an ancient demon kingdom.

Very terrible!

"Boss, is this old man going to kill us?"

Magic sky's voice, with a bit of panic, these three people, who have lived for unknown years, are old monsters. If this person takes action, don't ask the identity of heaven, it will inevitably be exposed. At that time, they will be surrounded by the disciples of the whole Jiuyou clan.

I'm afraid I can't run away!

"Don't worry!"

Don't ask the voice of heaven.

With some coldness.

In Leng Yi's body, four sword star cores rotate crazily.

Rolling sword force.

Rolling in Mo Wentian's body.

"You must kill him with one sword, otherwise..."

Don't ask God about his mind, the rapid operation, the means of middle-aged men, I don't know how much.

One sword cannot kill this man.

Don't ask the sky. You can't kill this person anymore.

As for leaving?

It's impossible!

Mo Wentian is now in the Jiuyou clan, not to mention the four elders and clan chiefs of the Jiuyou clan outside, just the three old guys in front of him.

It is absolutely impossible to let Mo Wentian go.

Countless demons in the temple.

That's all because he didn't ask heaven to die.

These three old men, I'm afraid, can't wait to swallow them alive now. Don't ask the sky.

"Death!"

The cold voice came again.

"Boom!"

The whole temple trembled.

The ten foot palm print.

It seems that Mo Wentian and his two people are going to be smashed directly.

"Third, it's just two mole ants. Swallow it quickly!"

"There are many more behind!"

In the temple, the last man, his eyes flashing hot light.

Obviously.

He can't wait.

"Jie Jie..."

"The second brother is right!"

The middle-aged man gave a strange smile, then waved his hand, and the palm print fell.

With the palm print falling.

The middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

He seemed to have seen that Mo Wentian died miserably under this palm, and the magic power was exerted, rolling Jiuyou power.

Don't ask the sky and go away.

"This is it!"

It's in that magic palm, which is already close at hand. Don't ask the sky and even feel it.

The demon soul pounced on his face.

At this moment, don't ask heaven.

"Xiao Jiao, help me!"

With a cold drink, the heaven devouring sword appeared directly in Mo Wentian's hand.

"Yes, boss!"

Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and fell directly on Mo Wentian's shoulder. Huan Tian also turned into a prototype and fell in Mo Wentian's arms. The demon force in the two people poured into Mo Wentian's body madly.

"Heaven devouring sword!"

"The sword can break the world, you residual spirit!"

"Sacrifice the sword for the emperor!"

The indifferent voice sounded, and I saw Mo Wentian's sword. The next moment, the sky devouring sword, the light soared, and the bright sword light seemed to devour heaven and earth.

"Boom..."

Void, direct crushing.

Billowing void turbulence, surging out.

Standing in the chaos of void.

Mo Wentian's momentum soared madly. At this moment, he seemed to be the supreme sword God from chaos.

One sword can kill demons!

"Broken broken!"

Li drank repeatedly, and the sword rose into the sky.

Ten feet magic palm.

Smash in an instant!

Roll demon gas, gone!

"No..."

"Third, be careful!"

At this time, the three ancestors in the temple finally came back to God.

But unfortunately.

It's too late!

"What's going on?"

The third man's face changed slightly, but at the moment he turned his head.

His eyes.

Converge at one point.

It was a sword light, in which he seemed to see the destruction of heaven and earth.

Flood and famine collapse!

That sword, too terrible!

"This is the heaven devouring sword..."

"No..."

The third man's body trembled slightly. He didn't even have time to stop it. The sword had come.

That sword, too fast!

"Pooh..."

The sword light flashed away.

The middle-aged man's eyes, wide open, in the pupil.

With fear!

"Buzzing..."

At this time, a figure solidified in front of the middle-aged man. It was a teenager. The teenager held a magic sword and his eyes.

Contempt is boundless.

"It's you!"

The middle-aged man spit out the last sentence.

On his face.

With a touch of reluctance.

The whole person fell to the ground.

At the moment when the middle-aged man fell down, countless blood gas seemed to be drained from the middle-aged man.

Turned into a mummy.

"Bang!"

On the ground, a piece of dust was stirred up.

"Third!"

"Third!"

As the middle-aged man fell, the other two finally recovered.

The two men looked at Mo Wentian.

The killing intention in your eyes soared!

"Do evil!"

"Can't live!"

Don't ask the sky. The faint voice rings out. Don't ask the sky. In his arms, Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian stretch out their heads at the same time.

Looking at the fallen middle-aged man.

Their eyes were also full of sneers.

"Boy, it's you. Did you kill the third?"

At this time, the two middle-aged men seemed to think of something, and their eyes suddenly cooled. Don't ask the sky in front of them. How can they not be familiar with it? In the temple, don't ask the sky, with the terrible God bead, destroyed all the demons.

Now, there are only three of them left.

Don't ask the sky.

I didn't want to let them go.

Kill them all!

"The emperor is not alone in killing him!"

"You two are still going to die!"

Don't ask the sky. The heaven devouring sword trembled slightly, and there was a terrible killing intention on the sword.

Rise into the sky.