Although You Zhan was full of confidence, for some unknown reason, these disciples of the Youlong Clan had a bad premonition in their hearts.
Youzhan will not win this battle, and Youzhan will not be able to capture their Youlong Clan.
"Master Patriarch, we believe in you!"
"Master Patriarch, we all listen to you. Let's leave the Xuan Temple first, and leave the Nether Dragon Clan first. We will come back when you, the Patriarch, capture our Nether Dragon Clan!"
"That's right, Mr. Patriarch, we believe you can definitely kill that boy Mo Wentian!"
"Take care, Patriarch!"
…
As the figures spoke, they turned around and ran towards the direction of the Central Territory.
The speed and expression of their departure were exactly the same as Youzhan just now. It didn't look like they were simply leaving, but more like they were running for their lives.
They seemed to be afraid that You Zhan would change his mind and let them stay.
In just a moment, countless figures had disappeared.
Youzhan was the only one left in the place.
"These people are not people who sincerely support our clan leader at all!"
"A group of people who are afraid of death will not make a difference!"
Looking at the direction in which the disciples of the Youlong Clan were leaving, Youzhan's eyes suddenly shrank, with a look of disappointment on his face.
And the next moment, a salty and sweet taste came up again.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth again.
"Mo Wentian, I must kill you!"
"Just wait for me. I will get back what you owe me today!"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, You Zhan's eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent.
What he endured today was all attributed to Mo Wentian!
"That's right, Beast Master!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, a glint flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
The next moment, without any hesitation, the figure flashed and disappeared into the void.
And as You Zhan left, in front of the secret room of the Youlong Clan.
Mo Wentian stepped forward and headed directly into the secret room.
Seeing this, Xiaojiao and others quickly followed.
"Emperor, wait a moment!"
At this moment, a childish voice came.
Immediately, a figure walked towards Mo Wentian.
"What's the matter?"
Mo Wentian turned around and looked at the blade spirit of the Nether Dragon Blade with an extremely indifferent expression.
"Reporting to the Emperor, this Nether Dragon Blade is indeed in this secret room, but it is not that easy for the Emperor to seize this Nether Dragon Blade!"
"I am not the only one who possesses the blade spirit of this Nether Dragon Blade!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
"What?"
"You're not the only one with the Ghost Dragon Blade?"
"Is there still a Blade Spirit?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of shock.
Mo Wentian was not surprised at all that there were war spirits in this artifact, but he had never heard of two war spirits in one artifact.
For a moment, Mo Wentian was stunned. When he came back to his senses, Mo Wentian's eyes were still filled with surprise.
"That's right!"
"Emperor, there are really two fighting spirits in the Nether Dragon Blade!"
"My attribute is ice, but the other Blade Spirit's attribute is fire!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit said in a low voice.
"Boss, this Phantom Dragon Blade is too weird!"
"There are actually two war spirits with fire attributes and ice attributes. This is simply unheard of!"
Listening to Blade Spirit's words, a flash of light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"This is really weird!"
"Blade Spirit, how strong is this Fire Blade Spirit?"
Mo Wentian nodded.
But the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes flashed, and he asked the Fire Blade Spirit coldly.
"The strength of the Fire Blade Spirit?"
"this… "
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Blade Spirit's expression instantly became serious.
"explain!"
One word came out of Mo Wentian's mouth, and Mo Wentian's expression was extremely cold.
"Yes, Emperor!"
"The strength of the Fire Blade Spirit is much stronger than mine, and I'm afraid it's not much different than the leader of the Youlong Clan!"
Seeing the sudden change in Mo Wentian's expression, Blade Spirit did not dare to hesitate at all and said quickly.
"Compared to You Zhan's strength, it's not much different?"
"This strength is not very strong!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's frown relaxed, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"Isn't it very strong?"
"Emperor, what do you want?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit's face was full of confusion.
"You summon this Fire Blade Spirit, and I will meet him!"
"After we deal with him first, it's not too late to seize the Dark Dragon Blade!"
A cold voice sounded, and the aura on Mo Wentian's body quickly surged.
At the same time, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword in his hand began to tremble.
It seems that it has felt that the battle is coming soon.
"Emperor..."
Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Blade Spirit, hurry up!"
"If the boss asks you to do it, do it quickly!"
Seeing that the blade spirit was stunned, Xiaojiao quickly urged.
"Yes Yes Yes!"
"I'll summon it right away!"
Xiao Jiao's voice came, and Blade Spirit quickly agreed.
The next moment, Blade Spirit sat down cross-legged and made countless seals in his hands.
And as these countless seals were played, the temperature in the secret room suddenly rose several degrees.
The fiery breath swept towards Mo Wentian and others.
"Fire Spirit, come out!"
But at this moment, Blade Spirit actually called directly.
"Bing Ling, why did you summon me?"
As soon as Blade Spirit said these words, an extremely rich voice came from the depths of the secret room with a hint of displeasure.
"Little bastard, come out!"
"The person looking for you is this emperor!"
Before Blade Spirit could speak, Mo Wentian was the first to speak.
Mo Wentian stood there, his eyes were extremely calm, there was no fluctuation at all, and no emotion could be seen in him.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, a violent spatial fluctuation came.
"You're looking for me?"
"It's you, a little ant who has reached the perfection of the Heavenly King, and you come to see me?"
"I think you came to me to beg for death, right?"
Immediately, a figure appeared in the void.
Looking at Mo Wentian, Fire Blade Spirit's face was full of disdain.
His strength is comparable to that of You Zhan. Looking at Mo Wentian in front of him, he naturally doesn't take him seriously.
"Little bastard, this emperor came to see you just to send you on your way!"
"But if you are sensible and surrender to me, I can let you be my dog and spare your life!"
His hands suddenly shrank, and the killing intent in Mo Wentian's eyes was terrifying and boundless.
"You little human, you are so disgusting!"
"In front of this spirit, you still dare to speak arrogantly. I think you don't want to live anymore!"
"In that case, I will help you!"
A cold and stern voice sounded.
The figure of the Fire Blade Spirit flashed and sprayed a mouthful of fire directly towards Mo Wentian.