"Boss, what do you mean?"
"Are you going to tell them that You Tanyu is dead?"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes full of surprise, and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, boss, if you say this, you are telling everyone that You Tanyu was killed by you!"
"If this is the case, then the news will probably be known to the leader of the Youlong Clan soon!"
Hearing this, Huantian stretched out his furry paws to scratch his head and said in a deep voice.
"That's right, I want to reveal this news. If I don't reveal the news about this kid, how could that old bastard from the Youlong Clan come out!"
With a flash of light in his eyes, Mo Wentian said coldly.
"Boss, do you want to lure the leader of the Nether Dragon Clan out?"
"The leader of the Youlong Clan is second only to the owner of the Tianji Mountains in terms of cultivation strength. Now his cultivation is probably only half a step away from the Emperor's perfection!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao and Huantian's eyes were full of solemnity.
In their hearts, they couldn't understand Mo Wentian's idea.
You must know that Mo Wentian’s goal is the Nether Dragon Clan’s Nether Dragon Blade, and it is not easy to capture the Nether Dragon Clan’s Nether Dragon Blade. What’s more, he has to take down the powerful enemy, the Nether Dragon Clan’s leader. Lead out.
This is simply asking for trouble for yourself!
"This old bastard from the Nether Dragon Tribe will have to be dealt with sooner or later!"
"Do you think he can let me go after he killed his only son?"
His eyes suddenly shrank, and Mo Wentian asked a question without answering.
"Boss, what you said is correct!"
"But why don't we wait until we seize the Nether Dragon Blade before fighting the leader of the Nether Dragon Clan!"
"What's more, each of us is not strong enough to compete with him now!"
Xiaojiao and Huantian looked at each other, their expressions becoming more solemn.
"Even if the leader of the Youlong Clan gets the news right away, don't worry, he won't come back soon!"
"And even if he comes back when we capture the Phantom Dragon Blade, we have nothing to fear. Don't forget that there are people helping us behind us!"
As if he remembered something, a bright light shone in Mo Wentian's eyes.
As he spoke, Ji Wujing's figure appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.
Mo Wentian didn't know exactly what level Ji Wujing's strength had reached, but Mo Wentian had a hunch in his heart.
Since this Ji Wujing is not from this ancient ruins, he is naturally from the upper world. Ji Wujing's strength will definitely not be comparable to that of the leader of the Youlong Clan.
Not even the owner of the mysterious Tianji Mountains can be his opponent!
"Boss, are you talking about the Young Master Ji from last time?"
Xiaojiao was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and asked quickly.
"That's right!"
"It's Ji Wujing!"
Regarding Xiaojiao and Huantian, Mo Wentian didn't hide anything at all and said it directly.
"Boss, why does Master Ji want to help us?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao's eyes were full of surprise.
"Why is he helping us?"
"Do you think there are no conditions for him to help us? Is it free of charge?"
Mo Wentian's expression turned cold instantly.
"Boss, didn't you say that Ji Wujing would never discuss cooperation with you again?"
"And you didn't ask him to help you last time. Does he still want to ask us for payment?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, a fierce light suddenly rose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"He won't take the reward!"
"It's just that he needs my help!"
"If he has always had this attitude towards me, I might consider helping him!"
His eyes suddenly shrank, and Mo Wentian's voice was extremely indifferent.
Mo Wentian was very clear about Ji Wujing's purpose of coming to the ancient ruins. He was just for that inheritance.
And if that inheritance is to be opened, Mo Wentian must help.
"Boss..."
Looking at Mo Wentian, Ji Wujing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
At this moment, among the Youlong Clan, countless disciples of the Youlong Clan went to the ancestral hall to investigate the fragmentation of Youtanyu Soul Card.
As soon as they entered the ancestral hall, countless disciples of the Youlong Clan fell to their knees with a pop.
"This...how is this possible?"
"How could the young master's soul card be broken? The young master's cultivation is so strong, how could his soul card be broken?"
"Look, there are at least tens of thousands of soul cards broken under the young master's soul card. They are all strong men of our Nether Dragon Clan!"
"Who on earth beheaded our young master and killed so many powerful men in our Nether Dragon Clan?"
"It must have been that boy Mo Wentian who killed him, otherwise, how could he know the news!"
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After being stunned for a long time, the Youlong Clan disciples who came back to their senses immediately started talking.
Their eyes were full of astonishment.
If they hadn't seen this scene with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it. You Tanyu's soul card was shattered, and the soul cards of countless powerful people from their Youlong clan were shattered!
"Let's pass this news to the clan leader immediately!"
"That's right, the clan leader must know this news!"
At this moment, among the crowd, a middle-aged man said with a fierce look in his eyes.
After saying that, the man quickly took out a transmission talisman and spread the news that You Tanyu had been killed.
At this moment, in front of the main gate of Xuan Temple.
Mo Wentian's soul and spiritual consciousness enveloped the surroundings, and the scene in the Xuan Temple ancestral hall completely appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.
Mo Wentian heard the words transmitted by the voice transmission disciple even more clearly.
"The news has spread, it's time for us to take action!"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, a bright light shone in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, are you going to seize the Phantom Dragon Blade?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a glimmer of light flashed across Xiaojiao's eyes.
"Emperor!"
At this moment, a figure appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
Looking at Mo Wentian, the little black snake quickly knelt down and looked extremely respectful.
"Get up!"
"How is the news that I asked you to inquire about?"
Raising his hand slightly, the little black snake stood up involuntarily.
Mo Wentian looked at the little black snake and asked indifferently.
"Replying to the emperor, I have already found out the information about the leader of the Youlong Clan that you asked me to find out!"
"The leader of the Youlong Clan is currently practicing in the secret valley of the master of the Tianji Mountain Range!"
The little black snake looked at Mo Wentian and said quickly.
"Practice in the secret valley?"
"Then it seems that he is unaware of what is happening in the outside world!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian seemed a little dissatisfied, and his brows furrowed.