Chapter 882

"This... Is this the legendary wheel of time?"

At this time, Lu Yan looked at the roulette in Mo Wentian's hand and made a sound.

"Yes, this is the legendary wheel of time!"

"It's your honor to die under the wheel of time today!"

Looking at Lu Yan, don't ask the sky, indifferent.

The next moment, don't ask the sky and wave your hand. At that time, the roulette grows up quickly.

"Boom..."

The whole world trembled.

Where the roulette passes, the space is directly crushed.

"The power of this roulette!"

"How strong!"

Lu Yan's eyes were filled with amazement.

He had never seen the power on the roulette, but he had a premonition that if the roulette fell towards him, he would probably be the same as Lu Fengqing, as Mo Wentian said.

"It's impossible. This boy's cultivation is the later stage of Tianjun!"

"Even if he has time to roulette, he can't kill me!"

Lu Yan gritted his teeth and stood where he was.

A magic sword appeared in his hand, and the magic gas on the sword rolled, looking from a distance, it was extremely terrible.

"Magic sword!"

"Kill!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yan's eyes flashed cold and drank coldly, and the magic sword in his hand swept out.

"Buzzing..."

The sharp sword Qi smashed the void and went directly to mowen Tiansha.

"Demon Saint sword?"

"This is an artifact of the king level peak inherited by the demon family, the demon holy sword?"

"In the later period of the king of heaven, with this king level peak artifact in hand, it seems that this boy is really going to be planted in the hands of the demon king!"

"Don't ask me if it's terrible!"

……

Looking at the magic sword in Lu Yan's hand, the crowd instantly burst into flames.

"King level peak artifact?"

"In front of the wheel of time, that's slag!"

Looking at Lu Yan's sword, Mo Wentian's eyes are unparalleled.

The next moment, don't ask the sky to wave slightly, only to see that the roulette no longer grows up.

But on the roulette, it was much clearer than the palm size divine pattern before.

Those divine patterns, as if each one contained the supreme power between heaven and earth.

"Time wheel!"

"Time is still!"

A faint voice sounded in the void.

I saw Mo Wentian play a formula, and then the light on the roulette soared madly.

"Buzzing..."

At the next moment, mysterious and boundless forces, centered on Mo Wentian, spread.

"Boy, play tricks!"

"Death!"

Looking at the changing scenes of the void, Lu Yan's eyes were full of killing intent.

The magic sword in his hand fell directly towards Mo Wentian without any hesitation.

"Time wheel, static!"

Cold drink, don't ask the eyes of the sky, rise a touch of cold and incomparable cold.

With Mo Wentian's cold drink, vanity suddenly quieted down.

Countless warriors subconsciously looked up at the void.

I saw that in the void, a terrible breath spread from the wheel of time.

"Buzzing..."

The magic sword fell towards Mo Wentian in an instant.

But when the magic sword was hundreds of feet away from Mo Wentian, the magic sword suddenly slowed down.

Slow like a snail, this is an instant distance, but it seems to have become an inaccessible distance.

"This... What strange thing is this?"

"That roulette seems to control time?"

"It's terrible!"

"What if he has that roulette? His cultivation is only the later stage of the emperor of heaven, and it is impossible to defeat the Demon Lord in the later stage of the emperor of heaven!"

……

In the demon clan, countless demon clan disciples looked at the strange scene of void.

Slightly stunned, he came back to his senses, and his eyes flashed cold.

"What's going on?"

"This..."

Lu Yan's face was slightly stunned.

The magic sword is still under his control, and the connection is still there, but no matter how he controls it, the speed of the magic sword is pitifully slow.

At this speed, I'm afraid that the sword will not reach Mo Wentian in a few years.

And don't ask the sky, how can you wait for the sword in place for years!

This is simply impossible!

"Ben Di said, it's too weak!"

Don't ask the sky step by step. Every step is a ten foot distance.

But in a breath, Mo Wentian appeared in front of the magic sword.

Looking at this magic flashing sword, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of disdain.

"Don't ask the sky, you cheat!"

"This is not a martial art at all. What kind of magic is it?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yan's eyes flashed cold and shouted loudly.

"Cheat?"

"Magic?"

"Hahaha..."

Mo Wentian couldn't help laughing.

What is magic?

What he has never seen, beyond his horizon and beyond his understanding, is it called magic?

"Yes, Lord devil is right. This boy must have used magic!"

"This boy should be severely punished for his witchcraft!"

"In front of the demon lord, he dared to use magic. I don't think this boy will die today!"

"Lord devil, that's the most annoying person. I see that the boy has completely aroused the anger of Lord devil!"

……

Listening to Lu Yan's words, countless demon disciples quickly agreed.

"The demon king of the demon clan is so ignorant!"

"Today, the emperor mercifully told you that you will die later!"

"This is called the law of time. If you control it, you can control time, but a thought will kill you!"

Looking at Lu Yan, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a cold light.

"The law of time?"

"Control the time, and one thought can make people die?"

Lu Yan's face was full of absentmindedness. He had tried countless ways to make the magic sword go towards Mo Wentian, but the magic sword seemed to be blocked by something terrible, and the speed did not accelerate at all.

"This sword is not bad. It's OK to refine it and take it back to Chixiao to play with!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the magic sword in front of him, and his eyes flashed with a cold voice.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's palm became a claw and directly grabbed at the demon holy sword.

Before everyone had time to return to God, the magic sword had been caught by Mo Wentian.

With the power of the spirit swept away, Lu Yan's spirit mark left on the demon Saint sword was directly erased by Mo Wentian.

Lu Yan has no connection with the magic sword.

"How is this possible?"

Lu Yan's eyes were full of disbelief.

At the corner of his mouth, a trace of blood overflowed, and his face was even paler.

"The sword inherited by the demon clan is really good!"

Talking to himself, Mo Wentian, holding the magic sword, chopped down towards the side of landing rock.