Chapter 839

"OK, boss, be careful!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice with a flash of light in his eyes.

With a flash of his figure, he directly entered the heaven asking Pavilion.

Looking at Xiao Jiao's figure also disappeared, Mo Wentian's eyes also raised a bright light.

Now that the magic spirit fruit is in hand, if magic heaven makes a breakthrough in refining and cultivation, it will turn into a king of heaven, which is easy.

Even if he couldn't defeat the Dark Lord in front of him, there was magic heaven!

"Is that the magic fruit in the legend?"

"The Dark Lord unexpectedly gave the magic fruit to the boy Mo Wentian?"

"What if I gave it to him? Can he refine it? When the Dark Lord kills him, the magic fruit will still be his!"

……

Seeing that the Dark Lord really gave the magic fruit to Mo Wentian, everyone was shocked.

"Boy, phantom lingguo, you have also been in your arms. Is it time to take over the king's war!"

The Dark Lord looked at Mo Wentian, and the murderous intention in his eyes suddenly soared.

Although the Dark Lord's cultivation reached the perfect state of the emperor, his state of mind was really too bad.

As everyone knows, he is entering the trap of Mo Wentian step by step. Even if he kills Mo Wentian, the magic fruit will never return to his hands again.

"Lao Hei, your courage to die is really admirable!"

Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord with unparalleled coldness in his eyes, but his words were a little ironic.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"Die!"

With a cold drink, I saw that in the void, the Dark Lord's body instantly turned into a rolling demon gas.

The next moment, the rolling magic gas turned into a magic dragon in the void, and directly hit Mo Wentian.

"What a powerful force!"

"Go back!"

"I think don't ask the sky. This boy is dead. The Dark Lord is the perfect strong man of the Lord!"

"Watch here. When this boy dies, we'll go back and ask the Lord of the beast for his reward!"

……

Figures, looking at the rolling magic gas, raised a startling color in their eyes.

The martial artist with lower cultivation directly retreated by tens of thousands of feet.

The martial artist with good cultivation stopped at the same place, looking at the void, and the light in his eyes flickered unceasingly.

"Not good!"

"The perfect power of the heavenly king is so strong!"

Don't ask the sky. It changes slightly.

At this moment, the breath on the Dark Lord is many times stronger than that in the cave before.

There is no doubt that the Dark Lord must have hidden his strength in the cave just now.

"Ho ho..."

At this time, the terrible magic dragon roared and hit Mo Wentian.

"Dragon fist!"

"Little magic dragon, get out of here!"

Don't ask the palm of heaven into a fist, don't ask the breath on the body, at this moment, it also soared instantly.

With one punch, the magic dragon in the void and the divine dragon of Mo Wentian collided directly.

"Bang..."

The violent collision came, and Mo Wentian's body retreated for dozens of feet.

"Hum..."

The next moment, a salty and sweet taste filled Mo Wentian's mouth, and a trace of blood overflowed from Mo Wentian's mouth.

"The boy didn't die?"

"Did he stop the Dark Lord's blow?"

"This boy is too evil!"

……

Looking at the man who stood up and stood proudly in the void, don't ask the sky. Everyone's eyes were full of surprise and doubt.

You know, don't ask the sky, it's just the beginning of the emperor, and the Dark Lord is the strong one who makes the emperor perfect.

The early days of the emperor and the completion of the emperor are like ants and elephants, which are simply different.

"Boy, it seems that you're not bad. You stopped the king's move!"

"Ga ga......"

Wanton evil laughter sounded in the void, and the magic gas of the void was even more crazy.

The next moment, I saw a dark figure, coming out of the vortex of magic gas.

That figure, full of demon gas, looked from a distance, like an ancient demon, extremely terrible.

"Lao Hei, you're not bad!"

Looking at the Dark Lord, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with cold.

Although Mo Wentian's cultivation has not made a breakthrough, he has devoured so many martial artists in the middle and late period of the emperor, but Mo Wentian's physique has increased a little.

But the evil spirit of the Dark Lord had hurt him. The perfect strength of the emperor of heaven was really good.

"Boy, let me kill you quickly and let my magic fruit return to my hands!"

"Ga ga......"

Strange laughter came again. The next moment, the Dark Lord's body exploded directly in the void.

"Bang..."

In the void, the dark magic gas swept towards Mo Wentian again.

Just a pair, heaven and earth, instantly fell into a darkness.

"What a terrible evil spirit!"

"The world is shrouded in magic, and the Dark Lord is really terrible!"

"Now I finally know why there is magic fruit in the Tiankeng. No one has gone to rob it for tens of thousands of years!"

……

Looking at the magic spirit of the void, the voices of discussion came again.

"Want to kill the emperor!"

"You are not worthy!"

Don't ask the sky's eyes, which are extremely cold.

The next moment, I saw the heaven devouring sword in Mo Wentian's hand.

"Heaven devouring sword formula: the sword breaks the sky!"

The indifferent voice sounded, Mo Wentian's breath suddenly soared, and the heaven devouring sword trembled in his hand, as if he were going to fight at the next moment.

"Dark hand!"

The cold voice came, and I saw the rapid collection of rolling demon gas in the void.

In less than a breath, a magic palm hundreds of feet in size has been integrated in the void.

On the magic palm, the magic Qi is boundless. The next moment, it comes directly towards Mo Wentian.

"Bang..."

The fierce collision came, and the rolling magic gas and the vast sword gas collided together.

Don't ask heaven's body and fly out backwards again.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Mo Wentian's mouth.

"The boy stopped it again?"

"Is he really just a warrior in the early days of the emperor?"

"This boy killed my demon clan's young master and demon clan's talented disciple Xiao Yueheng. How could he be simple!"

"This boy is too evil!"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian blocking again, the shadows in the dark were startled in his eyes.

"Boy, how does my dark hand taste?"

At this time, the magic palm in the void turned into a dark faced old man. Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of arrogance.

"How does it taste?"

"Old black, your dark magic palm is really good, but my heaven devouring sword taste should also be comfortable?"

Mo Wentian wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised. Looking at the phantom of the Dark Lord hundreds of feet in size, he said coldly.

"What does this boy mean? Can he hurt the Dark Lord?"

"This is impossible? In the early days of the emperor, even if it is a demon, it is impossible to hurt the perfect strong of the emperor!"

"Yes, I think this boy was stunned. What nonsense!"

……

Listen to this, the crowd instantly boiling up.