Chapter 1618

This man is Yi Ming, the patriarch of the alien race. Originally, he thought that he was the only one who belonged to this last picture of the divine dragon connecting the sky.

His alien clan even negotiated to lead the four people to the holy land of martial arts, but unexpectedly, Mo Wentian divided the last picture of the divine dragon into four places to exchange.

This strange sound is naturally 10000 unwilling!

"Unkind?"

"If you feel unkind, you can choose not to exchange. There are many people who want this quota!"

Smell words, don't ask the corners of the mouth slightly, evil smile.

Don't ask Tiansi for the strange sound of this alien race. He doesn't have any good feelings.

This person is willing to change. If he doesn't change, don't ask the sky if he still finds fault. Don't mind and solve him directly.

"Ask the emperor, you..."

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yi Ming's eyes raised a touch of killing intention.

"Boss, this person is so angry. It seems that this person is very dissatisfied with your move!"

Looking at this scene, Xiao Jiao flashed and came to Mo Wentian's side with a flashing light in his eyes.

"Dissatisfied with the emperor?"

"Yi Ming, Xiao Jiao said that you were dissatisfied with the emperor. Is this true?"

"If you are dissatisfied with this emperor, you might as well say it directly. This emperor is very talkative!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's words, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Yi Ming.

The radian raised by the corner of the mouth became more and more rich.

"No... no!"

"Ask the Lord of heaven. My alien just wants to exchange for a quota. One quota is enough. I also hope to ask the Lord of heaven that you can succeed!"

I can't tell why, being swept away by Mo Wentian's eyes, Yi Ming only felt a deep chill, sweeping towards him.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

What's more, there was a bad premonition in Yi Ming's heart.

Although Mo Wentian's face was smiling, he always felt that there was a knife hidden in Mo Wentian's smile, which was enough to kill him.

In an instant, his dissatisfaction with Mo Wentian completely restrained.

Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes instantly looked respectful.

"Want a place?"

"But the emperor doesn't want to give you this quota!"

Don't ask the sky. Suddenly, it's cold, and the low voice is even colder.

Even if I give him the last place, I'm afraid he won't make himself happy when he is in the channel.

Why should he bother himself!

"Don't... Don't give it to me?"

"Don't ask heaven, I'm giving you face, and you're even willing to give me a place in the alien race?"

"When you go to the celestial realm, don't you worry about your kingdom of devouring gods?"

Hearing that Mo Wentian didn't exchange this last place for him, Yiming instantly became angry.

Looking at Mo Wentian, a terrible killing intention suddenly appeared in those eyes.

If the eyes can kill, don't ask the sky has been killed many times.

"Worried about my kingdom of devouring gods?"

"Yi Ming, it seems that you are threatening the emperor?"

Eyes suddenly shrunk, Mo Wentian's body, a cold and incomparable chill, spread out.

At the same time, Mo Wentian's breath also soared rapidly.

A wave of king like pressure, in an instant, came out violently, and shrouded in strange sounds.

"What a terrible power!"

"Ask the emperor, this is anger!"

"Is Yi Ming's head squeezed by the door? He dares to speak like this in front of the emperor!"

"Dare to threaten to ask the emperor of heaven, I see that Yiming is dead today!"

"Fortunately, we knew each other well and changed the quota!"

……

Feeling the terrible pressure, a dozen figures instantly became noisy in the Youlong palace.

At this moment, they only felt extremely lucky that they had changed their places in Mo Wentian's hands.

"Hiss, hiss..."

The king like pressure came, and Yi Ming's body trembled.

At the moment, his knees were a little frustrated. He wanted to kneel down directly towards Mo Wentian, but Yiming still forced him to hold on.

"Boss, it's enough for me to deal with this old bastard!"

"Why do you have to do it yourself!"

At this time, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed, fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder, and volunteered.

"Yes!"

"Well, your cultivation has just broken through. This old bastard just looks at the degree of your cultivation!"

Mo asked Heaven and nodded.

Xiao Jiao's cultivation has just broken through, and the strange sound in front of him has reached the realm of the emperor's perfection. Such cultivation can just see the strength of Xiao Jiao.

Seeing Mo Wentian's promise, Xiao Jiao's face lit up with joy.

At the next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Jiao directly incarnated into a thousand feet dragon, standing proudly in the void.

At the moment, the small Jiao's body is light blue. In this dragon palace, the small Jiao's light blue body emits a cold and incomparable chill.

"Lord Xiao Jiao, this chill is terrible!"

"What kind of dragon is Lord Xiao Jiao? Why can he send out such a terrible chill?"

"Lord Xiao Jiao is not from the Han dragon clan, is he? No, the Han dragon clan is not so strong!"

"Lord Xiao Jiao fought with Yi Ming. Now there is a good play to see!"

"I don't think Xiaojiao is the opponent of Yi Ming. There is a family of witches and monsters in Yi Ming's hands!"

……

Looking at the small Jiao in the void, those martial artists who hid the race instantly talked.

At the moment, their hearts are more optimistic about Yiming.

After all, it has been a long time since Yi Ming broke through the emperor's perfection, and there are witches and monsters in Yi Ming's hands.

This strange beast of witchcraft has even seriously injured the strong in the early days of the supreme being.

"Xiaojiao, be careful!"

Listening to the discussion, don't ask the sky to remind Xiao Jiao.

"Boss, don't worry!"

"The old bastard's strength is certainly good, but he will never be my opponent!"

Xiao Jiao's face was full of confidence.

"This little Jiao!"

Looking at Xiao Jiao's confident appearance, don't ask the corners of heaven's mouth slightly, raising a touch of radian.

Although the strength of Yiming in front of him is good, Mo Wentian is very clear that this Yiming will not be the opponent of Xiao Jiao.

Because of this, don't ask genius to rest assured that Xiao Jiao will fight with him!

"Ho ho..."

The next moment, in the void, terrible dragon chants rang out.

Xiao Jiao hovered in the void for a few weeks, and then stopped. His eyes looked at Yiming, and the killing in his eyes was extremely wanton.

At the same time, the breath on Xiaojiao also soared rapidly.

"Little earthworm, what are you shouting about?"

"Do you think you will be my opponent?"

Looking at Xiao Jiao, Yi Ming sighed softly.

Although the words are light, in fact, Yi Ming's heart is filled with fear.