Chapter 911

The ice dragon in the realm of the emperor, coupled with his terrible physique, if Mo Wentian devours it.

This is a great good thing for his cultivation and physique.

"Master, the ice dragon has been entrenched in the icy abyss for many years, and he will not allow others to enter!"

"If you are interested in it and want to enter, I'm afraid it's extremely dangerous!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Jun's eyes flashed a complex light.

"Yes, boss, I'm afraid the ice dragons have reached the realm of the emperor!"

"Such cultivation is far from enough for us now!"

At this time, magic day drilled out of Mo Wentian's arms and looked at Mo Wentian with a dignified look.

"Fantasy, have you forgotten something?"

Smelling the words, Mo Wentian's mouth slightly raised, looking at magic sky, asked rhetorically.

"What have you forgotten?"

For a moment, fantasy's eyes were full of confusion.

"Magic sky, have you forgotten what dragon I am?"

Looking at Huan Tian's look full of surprise and doubt, the small Jiao figure on the side flashed and appeared beside Huan Tian, saying coldly.

"Are you?"

"Yes, Xiao Jiao, you were originally an ice spirit Jiao!"

"In that case, it's not difficult for you to enter this icy abyss!"

Asked by Xiao Jiao, a flash of pure light flashed in Huan Tian's eyes.

The next moment, his face was full of happy words.

"Lu Jun, what else should we pay attention to in this cold ice abyss?"

At this time, don't ask the sky to look at Lu Jun, with a flashing cold light in his eyes.

"Report back to the master, there are other ice monsters besides the ice dragon in the cold ice abyss!"

"But the level of those monsters is not high. These monsters are not afraid by virtue of your current strength!"

Hearing the words, Lu Jun didn't hesitate at all, and hurriedly opened his mouth.

"Xiao Jingcheng, fan Zeng!"

"Master!"

With a cold drink from Mo Wentian, two figures knelt respectfully in front of Mo Wentian.

"You two stay in this demon clan!"

"When the emperor comes out of the cold ice abyss, I want to see all the disciples of the demon clan surrender at the feet of the emperor!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were unparalleled in coldness and arrogance.

"Master, if..."

Hearing the words, fan Zeng's eyes flashed cold, and his face rose with a dignified color and a deep voice.

"If what?"

Mo Wentian looked at fan Zeng and said coldly.

"What if none of them surrender?"

Being looked at by those cold eyes, fan Zeng's body couldn't help trembling slightly.

Immediately, it seemed that he had made up his mind and said in a deep voice.

"No surrender?"

"Then kill!"

The cold voice resounded through the whole void, and in those cold eyes, it was even more arrogant and unparalleled.

"How cold!"

"Kill? Kill if you don't surrender? It seems that this boy is going to kill the demon clan!"

"The disciples of the demon clan suffer!"

"How miserable the disciples of the demon clan are! In this ancient heritage land, the beast owner has always been respected, and the demon clan has also surrendered to the feet of the beast clan. Now the demon clan is taken over by Mo Wentian!"

"As early as when the artifact of Jiuyou mountain was born, the beast owner sent his disciples to kill Mo Wentian. Mo Wentian occupied the demon clan and Jiuyou clan. Will his new demon clan still surrender to the feet of the beast owner?"

……

Listening to the sound, everyone only felt a burst of coolness on their backs. Some martial artists with a worse temper even had bean drops of sweat on their foreheads.

"Killed?"

There was a touch of surprise in fan Zeng's eyes.

"Those who resisted and those who did not submit were all killed!"

"As for those who want to run away, record them all!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed cold, and his voice became colder and colder.

"Yes, master!"

Hearing this, fan Zeng instantly recovered and hurriedly opened his mouth and answered.

"Well, Xiao Jiao, Huan Tian, Lu Jun!"

"You follow the emperor to the icy abyss!"

It seems to think of something. Don't ask heaven's eyes, flashed a flash of light, looked at the people in front of you, and said coldly.

"Yes, master!"

"OK, boss!"

"Yes, boss!"

……

Figures, with a solemn look on their faces.

"Don't worry, Tianhu. The emperor will find the ancient book for you and find a way to restore your cultivation!"

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly and his soul swept away. Looking at the Wentian Pavilion, Tian Hu closed his eyes and was recovering.

Don't ask the sky secretly. Looking at the delicate figure, don't ask the sky's face is full of a firm look.

"Go!"

The next moment, don't ask the sky. Open your eyes and say in a cold voice.

Then the figure flashed and disappeared in place.

Xiaojiao Huantian and others were also unwilling to be outdone. They followed their figure and disappeared in situ.

When they reappeared, they had already appeared in the back mountain of the demon clan.

And when they left, there was chaos in the demon city of the demon clan.

On the street, the clothes of the disciples of the demon clan can be seen everywhere. They seem to want to take off their clothes, get rid of the brand of the demon clan, and escape from the demon clan.

What's more, some disciples of the demon clan, after taking off their demon clan clothes, didn't have other clothes to change, and they were even naked and ran frantically.

"Run away! Don't ask the sky to leave. Let's escape from the demon clan quickly!"

"You fucking stepped on my foot!"

"Don't your disciples of the demon clan often bully by virtue of the fact that the demon clan is the second largest force in the ancient heritage?"

"Yes, aren't you usually arrogant? Why? Now you want to sneak into us like this, trying to hide your ears and eyes with us?"

"Get out! Don't follow us!"

……

I saw countless figures swarming out of the gate of the demon clan.

There are disciples of other races, as well as demon disciples who sneak into them.

Because the disciples of the demon clan often bully the disciples of other races by relying on the fact that the demon clan is the second force in the ancient heritage, in the past, the disciples of other races were bullied for nothing and dared not to be angry.

But today is different. Now the disciples of the demon clan have become prisoners of Mo Wentian. They frantically want to escape. Taking advantage of this good opportunity, how can the disciples of other races let them go.

"Why did you hit me? I didn't do anything?"

"I beat you!"

"You and them have met Lao Tzu. Are you looking for death?"

"Ah... You tianniu people are too arrogant. I'm a disciple of the demon family. How dare you hit me?"

"What's wrong with hitting you? Not only do I want to hit you, we all want to hit you!"

……

At this time, in the turbulent crowd, the pot exploded.

Screams, screams, one after another.

Fan Zeng and Xiao Jingcheng watched this scene, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but raise an arc of evil laughter.