Chapter 1192

But no matter how they flee, they can't escape the terrible suction spread out in the magic bead.

"Ah..."

"No..."

……

Screams resounded again.

In the void, the crazy fleeing golden awn, every time the magic bead moves, there will be less golden awn in the void.

"Boy, what the hell is this that you can devour the spirit?"

"Stop it, stop it!"

With this scream, Jiang Jinfeng came back to his senses. Looking at the less and less golden mans in the void, his eyes were crazy.

Immediately, his eyes fell on Mo Wentian, and he drank fiercely.

"Old bastard, do you think you are qualified to stop this emperor?"

"Don't worry. Soon their fate will be yours!"

Jiang Jinfeng's voice came, and Mo Wentian's mouth suddenly grinned, and a wicked smile instantly spread.

The original Mo Wentian really wanted to subdue these people and enhance his strength of devouring the kingdom of God, but who knows, these people are so ignorant.

They not only said that they would kill him, but also said that they would destroy his kingdom of devouring gods, and that their spirits would be burned on the fire of the red lotus industry.

With such a mind, don't ask heaven, but you don't want to accept such a group of people.

Since it can't be used by him, kill it!

As for the improvement of the power of the kingdom of devouring gods, don't ask the sky for him. His kingdom of devouring gods will sooner or later become the king of this ancient relic.

"Boy, you are simply fooling people too much!"

"You just killed the flesh of my tianniu disciples, and you even swallowed all their spirits!"

Hearing the speech, Jiang Jinfeng was almost furious.

He stared at Mo Wentian angrily, as if to wipe Mo Wentian out with his eyes. At the moment, his hands were also clenched into fists, and his joints were creaking.

"Old bastard, you have a lot of nonsense. I have already said it. When I have cleaned up all these sundries, I will naturally let you go down to see them!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's face was full of coldness and pride.

The cold voice came, and then Mo Wentian's eyes without any temperature looked at it. Jiang Jinfeng only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

At this moment, his body could not help trembling slightly.

"Boy, you..."

The next moment, it seemed to think of something. Jiang Jinfeng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

"Red clothes, red clothes, quickly devour!"

"Buzzing..."

The next moment, don't ask the sky, facing the two clearer figures in the magic bead, the cold voice.

With Mo Wentian's cold drink, the two figures in the magic bead seemed to understand Mo Wentian's words, and even trembled slightly.

And the next moment, on the magic bead, the terrible boundless suction increased even more.

In the void, the golden awns were swallowed up by the magic beads, but between several breaths, the suction on the magic beads instantly increased.

The power of the spirit in the golden awn surged rapidly towards the magic pearl.

"Click..."

"Click..."

……

For a moment, the power of the golden mans was swallowed up by the magic beads.

The sound of fragmentation came, and the fine awns were directly crushed.

Five hundred perfect disciples of the heavenly king of the tianniu clan have completely fallen!

And with the power of the spirit in that fine awn, it was swallowed up by the magic beads.

In the magic beads, the figures of red clothes and red clothes became clearer.

"Buzzing..."

The next moment, the magic bead fell into Mo Wentian's hand.

Immediately, the magic bead seemed to be full, and the flashing light was instantly extremely dim. At a glance, it was extremely dull.

"It seems that this spirit is not enough!"

Looking at this scene, don't ask the sky to take a deep breath, and a cold way flashed in your eyes.

"Red clothes and red clothes, don't worry, I will let you come back!"

His mouth was talking to himself, and his eyes were full of firmness.

"It's over!"

"It's all over!"

At this time, a figure collapsed to the ground instantly, and his eyes were full of decadence.

This figure is none other than Jiang Jinfeng, the four elders of the tianniu clan.

He came with 500 perfect disciples of the heavenly king, and now he is the only one left.

Not only the flesh of these disciples was cut off, but also none of the gods and souls escaped.

When the kingdom of devouring gods was not established, although the tianniu clan was the second largest force in ancient heritage, there were only more than 1000 disciples of the tianniu clan who reached the realm of heavenly king perfection.

I lost 500 last time and another 500 this time. Fortunately, during this period of practice, the disciples of the clan have made many breakthroughs.

The number of perfect disciples of the heavenly king reached 2500, but these two times lost a total of 1000, which is equivalent to the loss of nearly half of the perfect disciples of the heavenly king in the tianniu clan.

This is definitely a great loss of strength for the tianniu clan.

"Old bastard, they are all dead!"

"Now it's your turn!"

Mo Wentian looked at Jiang Jinfeng, and a terrible killing intention flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Jinfeng's decadent appearance in front of him was somewhat beyond Mo Wentian's expectation.

After all, this Jiang Jinfeng is the four elders of the tianniu clan. In the tianniu clan, his identity is absolutely decisive.

But his mood was so bad.

Seeing all the disciples of the tianniu clan fall, even the breath on his body weakened, and his face was even paler without the slightest blood color.

"Boy, you..."

"What do you want?"

Looking at Mo Wentian walking towards him step by step, Jiang Jinfeng had a bad feeling in his heart.

His body retreated uncontrollably.

"Old bastard, can't you understand what the boss said?"

"The emperor said he would send you on the road!"

Looking at Jiang Jinfeng's body trembling, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and came to him.

Looking at Jiang Jinfeng, Xiao Jiao said coldly.

"Take me on the road?"

"No... don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's words, Jiang Jinfeng shook his head crazily as Mo Wentian approached him step by step.

The expression in the eyes is full of prayer.

Looking at Mo Wentian in front of him, he seemed to feel death coming towards him, and his heart trembled.

What's more, at this moment, he even forgot that he was a strong man in the middle of the king of heaven, and in front of him, Mo Wentian was just a warrior in the later period of the king of heaven.

There is a great difference between the two in terms of cultivation, but at the moment, Jiang Jinfeng, in the face of this, don't ask the sky, but he has no intention of fighting at all.