"Wentian Pavilion, it's time..."
"It's on!"
A bright light flashed across his eyes. Mo Wentian slowly stood up and looked at Luo Qi. Mo Wentian said coldly: "Give this thing to the head of the Mo family!"
With that said, Mo Wentian handed the painting in his hand to Luo Qi again.
"Master, this..."
Luo Qi was stunned for a moment. The Mo family sent this painting over, and now Mo Wentian is sending it back again. Luo Qi is a little...
I can’t understand!
"Go if I tell you to go..."
With a raised brow, Mo Wentian said coldly.
"Yes, master!"
Although there were some doubts in his heart, Luo Qi did not dare to be vague at all, and quickly disappeared into the small courtyard with the painting Mo Wentian gave him.
Mo's home.
"Master of the house, ask Heaven about him..."
In the main hall of the Mo family, a group of elders of the Mo family looked at the head of the Mo family with bewildered faces, only to see the hand of the head of the Mo family.
A painting, slowly open it!
That figure, with an aura of contempt for the world, makes people unable to help...
I want to worship!
"he… "
"Sent back!"
The head of the Mo family trembled slightly. He gave this painting to Mo Wentian because he wanted Mo Wentian to protect the honor of the Mo family!
And they...
He will fight to the death with the Human Emperor Sword Sect and ask for the inheritance. It belongs to his Mo family. How could it be possible this time...
Falling into the hands of the Human Emperor Sword Sect!
"Buzz buzz..."
At this moment, the painting suddenly moved. The next moment, the painting disappeared, but a phantom had already appeared in the hall.
"Leave the battle of Wentian to me!"
A faint voice sounded in the main hall. Everyone looked at the phantom and couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
"Meet the ancestors!"
"Meet the ancestors!"
…
Even the head of the Mo family was prostrate on the ground. Although the spirit in the painting was Mo Wentian, this phantom was actually the No. 1 Sword Emperor of the Mo family!
Ask the Heavenly Sword Emperor!
"Crash..."
The voice fell, the phantom dissipated, and the painting fell to the ground, but above the painting, it became a blank.
"This is… "
The head of the Mo family narrowed his eyes slightly, and then seemed to remember something, and said excitedly: "The disciples of the Mo family are ready..."
"In half a month, we will fight to the death with the Human Emperor Sword Sect!"
"yes… "
One after another figures retreated, and in an instant, only the head of the Mo family was left alone in the Mo family's main hall!
"Ancestor, are you really..."
"are you back?"
Looking at the blank painting, the head of the Mo family trembled slightly. This painting was no ordinary painting!
This painting has the mark of the ancestors of the Mo family, and there is only one possibility to activate this mark...
Wentian Sword Emperor is back!
"When the great ancestor left, he left a prophecy..."
"When our Mo family is at the end of its rope, he will appear again. Now our Mo family is facing destruction. Our ancestors..."
"Have you come back again..."
Muttering to himself, the head of the Mo family knelt down towards the scroll again. The head of the Mo family had an extremely pious look on his face!
Ask the gods!
Time passed slowly again, but with the arrival of the disciples of the Human Emperor Sword Sect, Wentian City became lively again.
The major forces also began to become active one by one.
In the Sword King's Pavilion.
"Master, the second group of disciples is here. The one who brought the disciples this time is the Third Pavilion Master..."
An excited voice came, and in a moment, several breaths descended on the Sword King Pavilion, followed by several breaths that Mo Wentian was very familiar with!
"Three Pavilion Masters..."
"Could it be..."
Mo Wentian's eyes lit up, and the next moment, a beautiful figure rushed into the small courtyard, and then rushed directly into Mo Wentian's arms.
"Master, Qingyu misses you so much..."
"Woooooooo..."
Those hands held each other tightly, as if they were afraid that Mo Wentian in front of them would disappear.
"murmur… "
Mo Wentian's face was also full of joy. The second batch of disciples from Sword King Pavilion entered Wentian City, and the leader turned out to be Mo Qingyu!
"Greetings to the Pavilion Master!"
"Greetings to the Pavilion Master!"
…
At this moment, figures one after another quickly entered the small courtyard. They looked at Mo Wentian and quickly knelt down respectfully on the ground.
"God damn it..."
"Kulai..."
…
Looking at the familiar figures in front of him, the smile on Mo Wentian's face grew stronger and stronger.
"Ahem... Qingyu, many people are watching..."
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's face turned red. Hearing these words, his pretty face turned extremely red, and he quickly came out of Mo Wentian's arms.
Hiding behind Mo Wentian.
"Hahaha… "
A burst of laughter rang out in the small courtyard. Hearing the laughter, Qingyu's face turned even redder, and she stamped her feet, looking at the group of people in front of her with annoyance!
"Ahem...alright!"
Mo Wentian waved his hand slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "Luo Qi, go and arrange all the disciples in the Sword King Pavilion!"
"Yes, master!"
Luo Qi took the disciples from Sword King Pavilion and left quickly.
"Owner… "
At this moment, a raging sound came. Mo Wentian turned his head and saw a big man standing in front of him.
"The Burial Monkey..."
Mo Wentian's eyes lit up. He hadn't seen him for two years. The Sky Burying Monkey's cultivation had reached the perfection of the Demon King, and he had that fierce demonic aura on his body!
It’s even more terrifying!
"Good cultivation..."
Mo Wentian nodded appreciatively. With the elixir he left behind, it is definitely a matter of time for the Sky Burying Monkey to enter the Demon King Consummation!
But being able to enter Demon King Consummation so quickly is due to the efforts of the Sky Burying Monkey...
They are also inseparable!
"Master, I..."
The Burial Monkey scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and then seemed to remember something, and suddenly asked Mo Wentian: "Master, where is the little dragon..."
"Smelly monkey, you are here..."
As soon as the Sky Burying Monkey finished speaking, a golden light flashed away in the next moment. The golden light fell on the shoulders of the Burying Sky Monkey and turned into the shape of a small dragon.
"Little Jiao..."
Seeing the little dragon, Sky Burial Monkey's eyes lit up, and then he said with a fighting spirit: "You and I will fight..."
"Smelly monkey, do you think you can defeat Grandpa Jiao after you reach Demon King Consummation? Let me tell you..."
"Call me grandpa, I have also entered the realm of Demon King Consummation!"
He glanced at the Buried Sky Monkey proudly, and a breath of perfection spread out from Xiaojiao's body, and at the same time...
There is also a sense of dragon power.
"The Demon King is perfect..."
Mo Wentian's eyes lit up, and then a smile spread across his face. Xiao Jiao's talent was indeed terrifying. In just half a month, he had successfully advanced to the level of Demon King!
"The disciples from the Sword King Pavilion are here, and the Sky-Burying Monkey and the Little Jiao have also become demon beasts that have become the Demon King's consummation. Next..."
"It's time to take action!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly became cold, and a hint of coldness flickered in Mo Wentian's eyes!