On the surface, Mo Zhan did not have any injuries at all, but Mo Zhan's mind was hurt by Mo Wentian's soul-destroying power.
In fact, if it weren't for Mo Zhan's arrogance, he wouldn't have taken him seriously.
With Mo Wentian's 800-foot-long soul, it is impossible to enter the mind of Demon Zhan. If he cannot enter his mind, the soul-destroying power will naturally not be able to hurt Demon Zhan's mind.
"Pfft..."
Mo Wentian hadn't said this, but Mo Zhan hadn't felt it yet. As soon as Mo Wentian said this, Mo Zhan felt a tremor in his heart.
The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Boy, you..."
"This... this is simply impossible?"
Feeling the pain in his mind, Mo Zhan looked at Mo Wentian with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
Especially when he probed into the depths of his mind and was already severely injured by Mo Wentian's Soul-Destroying Sword Technique, Mo Zhan's dark eyes couldn't help but widen.
"Ask the Heavenly Emperor, are you okay?"
Seeing Mo Wentian stand up, Ji Wujing also stood up quickly and said worriedly.
Although Mo Wentian's strength is very good, Mo Wentian's cultivation level is really poor.
In the early days of the Emperor, if the Demon War was at its peak, there would be no need to go to war to kill Mo Wentian, one finger would be enough to kill him!
"I'm fine!"
Mo Wentian smiled faintly at Ji Wujing.
"Am I okay?"
"Didn't Senior Shenzhu say that I am a member of the God Clan? And this God Suppressing Tower is an artifact designed to kill people from the God Clan. Why was it that when I was injured by this God Suppressing Tower, I only suffered physical injuries?"
The next moment, Mo Wentian's brows frowned slightly as if he remembered something.
"Buzzing..."
At this moment, a wave of fluctuations came from Wentian Pavilion.
Immediately, a figure appeared in Wentian Pavilion.
This figure is none other than the old man with divine beads that Mo Wentian is very familiar with.
"Boy, you don't need to worry about these things. You will know it when you should know it!"
"As for now, your most important thing is to resolve this magical war!"
"Don't look at this Demon Zhan being hurt by you, but if you don't strike while the iron is hot and give him a chance to breathe, his strength will slowly recover. By then, it won't be something you and Ji Xiaozi can solve!"
A ray of light flashed across the eyes of the old man Shenzhu, and he lowered his voice.
"Thank you, Senior Shenzhu, for reminding me!"
After listening to the words of the old man Shenzhu, Mo Wentian understood instantly.
The next moment, Mo Wentian did not think about his identity, but focused all his attention on dealing with the demon war.
"Nothing is impossible!"
"Old bastard, today is the day you die!"
Immediately, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light, he looked at Mo Zhan and said with a cold and arrogant face.
He looked like a supreme ancient king, with a billowing coercion coming out vastly.
"That's right!"
"Mo Zhan, today is your day of death, but it is really a pity that you died so early!"
Ji Wujing's expression also turned cold, and he shouted fiercely.
"Pity?"
Hearing this, Mo Zhan was filled with confusion.
"Old bastard, if you die today, you won't be able to see the day when our Heavenly Immortal Realm will destroy your Heavenly Demon Realm, and you won't be able to see the day when your countless Heavenly Demon Realm disciples become slaves of my Heavenly Immortal Realm..."
Ji Wujing's voice was extremely cold.
At the same time, an extremely cold chill spread from Ji Wujing's body.
That coldness seems to be able to freeze people directly.
"Celestial Realm?"
"The world of demons?"
"It seems that there is incompatibility between these two realms!"
Listening to Ji Wujing's words, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he began to think secretly in his heart.
Although Mo Wentian didn't know the situation in the Heavenly Immortal Realm and the Heavenly Demon Realm, just from Ji Wujing's words, one could tell that the Heavenly Immortal Realm and the Heavenly Demon Realm must be two hostile forces.
"Young boy from the Ji family, you are so abominable!"
"You must die today!"
At this moment, Mo Zhan listened to Ji Wujing's words, especially when he heard that the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Realm were going to become slaves of the disciples of the Celestial Immortal Realm, the rolling demonic power in Mo Zhan's body was even more powerful.
The next moment, Demon Zhan once again fired countless seals at the God-Suppressing Tower.
But at this moment, Demon Zhan ignored Mo Wentian and headed towards Ji Wujing.
"This old bastard will eventually die because of his arrogance!"
Seeing Mo Zhan heading directly towards Ji Wujing without caring about him at all, a hint of joy arose in Mo Wentian's heart.
The Soul-Destroying Sword Technique was secretly used, and Mo Wentian's figure flashed, holding the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, and slashed directly towards Mo Zhan.
At this moment, when Ji Wujing saw Mo Wentian attacking Demon Zhan from behind, the sparkle in his eyes also surged.
"Soul-Destroying Technique!"
"Old bastard, go to hell!"
With a sharp shout, Ji Wujing fired countless seals.
The countless seals formed a huge word of destruction in the void, falling towards Demon Zhan.
This time, Ji Wujing used all his strength.
She couldn't explain why, but looking at Mo Wentian chasing after Mo Zhan, Ji Wujing had a strong premonition in her heart.
This is an opportunity, a good opportunity to kill the demonic war!
"die!"
In Mo Zhan's eyes, there was also a terrifying murderous intent.
The God-Suppressing Tower fell towards Ji Wujing in an instant.
At this moment of the demonic battle, he was full of confidence. He had full self-confidence. Ji Wujing would definitely die under his God-Suppressing Tower.
As for Mo Wentian who was following behind him, he was so angered by Ji Wujing that he didn't even pay attention to Mo Wentian.
"Qiang Qiang..."
And just when he thought that Ji Wujing would definitely die if his God-Suppressing Tower fell.
"ah… "
"No… "
…
Mo Zhan suddenly screamed.
Mo Zhan looked at his chest with disbelief on his face, only to see that his chest had been penetrated by Mo Wentian's Heaven-Eating Divine Sword.
"Tear..."
The next moment, Mo Wentian's hand holding the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword slid down and went directly from Mo Zhan's chest towards his abdomen.
Wherever the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword passed, the billowing demonic energy dissipated instantly.
The phantom of the demonic war, wherever the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword passed, also became illusory.
In just a few breaths, wherever Mo Wentian's Heaven Devouring Divine Sword passed, it disappeared.
"This... this is impossible!"
"How could I die in the hands of a boy who was in the early days of the Emperor!"
"No… "
…
A series of roaring voices sounded.
This is also the final sound of the demonic war.
"Buzzing..."
Just when the sound of the demonic battle suddenly stopped, even the extremely dark demonic energy in the void dissipated in an instant.