“Human life matters?”
"Of course it is important!"
"If your life is gone, what else can you talk about!"
With a cold glint in his eyes, Mo Wentian said with an indifferent expression.
"Boss, what you are saying is too profound, isn't it?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's face was full of doubts.
"It's not that what the boss said is too profound, it's just that you don't understand!"
But at this moment, Huantian, who had not spoken for a long time, actually spoke.
"I don't understand?"
"Huantian, you are mocking me, I..."
After being stunned for a moment, when he came back to his senses, a trace of anger instantly rose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"alright!"
"Xiaojiao, you are Master Xiaojiao, and your image cannot be damaged!"
Seeing Xiao Jiao chasing Huantian with great anger, Mo Wentian coughed slightly and said.
"Yes, I am Lord Xiaojiao, and my image cannot be ruined!"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao stopped instantly, collected his emotions, and immediately became serious.
"This little dragon!"
Seeing Xiao Jiao's pretending to be cold and arrogant, Mo Wentian couldn't help but shake his head.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
Countless disciples in the Youlong Clan have taken the pills given by Mo Wentian.
"Meet the master!"
"Meet the master!"
…
Countless disciples of the Youlong clan knelt down and worshiped Mo Wentian, their expressions were extremely respectful.
"Get up!"
Mo Wentian glanced at everyone and said with an indifferent expression.
Then, he raised his hand slightly, and an upward force instantly rose.
The disciples of the Youlong Clan who were kneeling on the ground stood up involuntarily.
They looked at Mo Wentian with shock in their eyes.
"The emperor raised his hand casually, and our bodies stood up. The emperor's strength is really terrifying!"
"The emperor killed that bastard You Tan Yu, the emperor must be very strong!"
"Submitting to the Emperor is the right decision!"
"The emperor is mighty!"
…
Standing up, countless disciples of the Youlong Clan saw that Mo Wentian's expression changed at this moment, and their eyes were completely respectful.
"Boss, these people are really good at talking!"
Listening to these discussions, Xiaojiao grinned and said with a smile.
"Can you talk?"
"He's just a man who makes the most of the situation!"
An extremely cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Who among you has the strongest cultivation and the best understanding of the situation in the Nether Dragon Clan?"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian looked at the disciples of the Youlong Clan in front of him and said coldly.
"Boss, do you want to find someone to lead us?"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light, and his face was full of surprise.
"You Duxiu was killed by us. From You Duxiu's words, it seems that the place where the Ghost Dragon Blade is stored is not simple!"
"Find a few people to guide us and we can save ourselves some trouble!"
A flicker of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
"I see!"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and nodded.
"Emperor, I..."
"My cultivation is the strongest, and I am also the general manager of the Nether Dragon Clan. As for the situation in the Nether Dragon Clan, I am the person who is most familiar with the Nether Dragon Clan besides the clan leader and the young master!"
At this moment, a figure stood out from the crowd.
Looking at Mo Wentian, there was a bit of fear in the man's eyes, and there was a bit of trembling in his rich voice, as if he was very afraid of Mo Wentian.
"The Empress stage is only one step away from the peak of the Emperor!"
"Well, that's right, then it's up to you to lead the way for me!"
Mo Wentian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he said coldly.
"Yes, Emperor!"
The man quickly agreed without any hesitation.
"Does the Nether Chief Steward really want to lead the way for the Emperor?"
"The Netherworld Chief Steward is the one with the strongest cultivation among the Nether Dragon Clan we are currently in, and the one who knows the Nether Dragon Clan best!"
"Where do you think the emperor wants our chief steward to take him?"
"The emperor's affairs are not ours to worry about!"
…
As You Ming agreed, countless disciples of the Youlong clan started talking with their eyes full of shock.
"Walk!"
Mo Wentian ignored the comments of these disciples and said coldly towards Netherworld in front of him.
As soon as Mo Wentian said this, You Ming quickly stepped forward to lead the way.
Seeing this, Mo Wentian quickly followed, and so did Xiaojiao and Huantian.
"Emperor, where do you want me to take you to the Nether Dragon Clan?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, You Ming turned around, looked at Mo Wentian, and asked respectfully.
"Go to the location where the Phantom Dragon Blade is stored!"
"No, let's go to the treasure house of your ancient Youlong clan first!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.
"To the treasure house?"
"Emperor, we are going to the treasure house..."
Hearing this, a bad premonition arose in You Ming's heart.
He wanted to say something, but when the last words came to his lips, he swallowed them.
The next moment, Youming hurriedly stepped forward, leading Mo Wentian and others towards the direction of the treasure house.
A quarter of an hour later, Mo Wentian and others appeared in front of a hall.
As soon as I arrived in front of this hall, I felt the extremely strong aroma of medicine and spiritual energy rushing towards my face.
"Emperor, this is the treasure house of our Youlong Clan!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Youming looked extremely respectful.
"Open the door!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he said with an extremely indifferent expression.
"Emperor, this..."
Hearing this, You Ming's expression instantly turned ugly.
His brows were knitted together, as if he was very embarrassed.
"how?"
"Is it difficult to open the door to a treasure house?"
Looking at You Ming, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold.
The deep voice exuded an extremely cold chill at this moment, which made people shudder.
"Emperor...Emperor Master, although I am the chief steward of the Youlong Clan, I do not have the right to open the door of this treasure house!"
"And my strength is not enough to open the door to this treasure house!"
His body shrank a few times, and You Ming groaned for a while before lowering his voice.
"You don't have the right to open it?"
"Are you not strong enough to open it?"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.
"That's right, Emperor!"
"The door to this treasure house has been sealed by the Patriarch. No one of us can open it except the Patriarch!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a glint flashed in You Ming's eyes and he said in a deep voice.
"Only your clan leader can open it?"
"No wonder!"
Listening to You Ming's words, Mo Wentian's mind instantly thought of You Tan Yu.
This treasure house of the Youlong Clan can only be opened by the leader of the Youlong Clan. This means that the things in this treasure house can be used by the leader of the Youlong Clan at will.
No wonder this You Tanyu, although his cultivation has been promoted to the peak of the Emperor, the aura in his body is very unstable. It turns out that the leader of the Youlong Clan has taken advantage of it.