“Qingcheng…”
A cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes. Standing at the city gate was none other than Qingcheng!
"Boss, what should we do now?"
The little dragon's eyes flashed fiercely.
"Is an elder from the eighth level of the Heaven Realm still trying to block me?"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with indifference.
Qingcheng is guarding here, probably as a precaution, and he is leaving the imperial city now.
Once you leave, you will be considered a member of the Holy Mountain...
He can’t be found, Mo Wentian!
But it's a pity...
Mo Wentian never thought about escaping!
"Walk!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian directly...
Walk towards the city gate.
"Stop..."
"stop!"
…
As Mo Wentian appeared, three or four figures stood in front of Mo Wentian.
These people are all disciples of the Human Emperor Sword Sect!
Each and every one of them has reached the fourth or fifth level of the Heaven Realm!
"You block me..."
"What's the matter?"
Looking at the three or four people in front of him, Mo Wentian looked indifferent.
"The emperor has ordered that anyone leaving the city..."
"Everyone needs to be checked!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a man stood up and said coldly.
"Royal Lord?"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth, and then said with an indifferent expression.
"Could it be that the Holy Mountain is also subject to the review of your emperor?"
"Sacred Mountain..."
The expressions of the three or four people suddenly changed.
"What happened?"
Qingcheng saw this scene and quickly walked towards Mo Wentian.
"Elder Qingcheng, this person is from the Holy Mountain!"
A disciple quickly retreated and whispered to Qingcheng.
"People from the Holy Mountain!"
Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and then...
Walking towards Mo Wentian.
"Qingcheng has met your senior, but don't you know your name?"
Looking at Mo Wentian and Qingcheng, he asked with twinkling eyes.
"Name taboo..."
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with coldness.
The next moment, a billowing Tianlong Sword Intent...
It spread from Mo Wentian's body.
"The disciples of the Little Elder Academy dare to block this divine envoy..."
"roll!"
"bump… "
The terrifying sword intent turned into a hundred-foot-long heavenly dragon in the void, and the heavenly dragon rolled.
He rushed towards Qingcheng like lightning, with terrifying power...
It seemed like it was going to tear Qingcheng apart!
"Angel of God..."
"Could it be..."
Qingcheng's eyes were filled with shock, and he quickly said.
"Sir, calm down!"
"bump!"
Tianlong crashed into Qingcheng.
Qingcheng's body flew out upside down.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, Qingcheng's face...
Instantly pale!
"Elder Qingcheng..."
"Elder Qingcheng!"
…
One after another, figures quickly helped Qingcheng up.
At the city gate.
Mo Wentian stood there quietly.
No one dares to come even close!
"This kid..."
"So arrogant!"
Not far from the city gate, a lazy figure appeared...
This figure is not someone else!
It's Hu Chong!
"People from the Presbytery..."
"Just a bunch of trash!"
Next to the lazy man, a figure appeared. This person was none other than Di Di!
"Di Di..."
"Are you here too?"
A flash of light flashed in Hu Chong's eyes.
"I… "
"Kill him!"
Di Di's eyes were extremely cold.
"Kill him… "
Hu Chong paused slightly, but he did not expect that Di Di would enter the ruins.
Not for the treasure, but for the assassination of Mo Wentian!
"You want to kill him..."
"It's not easy!"
A chuckle spread in Hu Chong's eyes.
"Don't you dare to stop me next time..."
"die!"
A cold voice sounded in the void.
Qingcheng originally wanted to move the Presbytery out.
But at this moment, Qingcheng only felt an icy chill covering his entire body!
Qingcheng opened his mouth...
Couldn't say a word!
"Tap tap tap..."
Step by step, Mo Wentian left the city gate.
"People from the Holy Mountain..."
"So arrogant!"
In the imperial city, pairs of eyes looked at Mo Wentian with awe.
"He's gone, let's go too!"
Hu Chong chuckled, then step by step...
Walk towards the city gate.
"Mo Wentian..."
Di Di's eyes flashed with cold light, and then his figure flashed...
Weirdly, it disappeared in place.
Outside the imperial city.
"Boss, you just came out like this?"
Xiaojiao was slightly stunned. Qingcheng, who was so arrogant, was frightened...
I dare not say anything!
"Out… "
Mo Wentian took a deep breath and looked at Qingcheng's performance.
It was not difficult for Mo Wentian to see the majesty of the sacred mountain...
How terrible!
In this imperial city, the pinnacle sword emperor of the company's elders...
They don’t even dare to touch the sacred mountain!
"Go to Guzhan Mountain..."
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian took Xiaojiao...
Disappear.
Outside the imperial city, there is an endless mountain range.
"arrive… "
What appeared in front of Mo Wentian was a deep forest, which was extremely dark.
Standing outside the deep forest, Mo Wentian seemed to feel...
A cold breath came from the deep forest!
"A place of extreme darkness..."
Mo Wentian's eyes shrank slightly, this ancient battle mountain turned out to be...
A very dark place.
No wonder this place is so cold!
"Boss, here..."
"Something weird!"
Xiaojiao's eyes also became wary.
"Weird..."
Mo Wentian took a step and walked towards the deep forest.
"Click..."
A crisp sound came, and something seemed to be broken beneath his feet.
Sweeping away the fallen leaves covering it, sections of dead bones...
Appeared in Mo Wentian's sight.
"This is… "
Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the skeletal arm.
On the rotten white bones...
A vague sword-shaped trace appeared. This trace was exactly the same as Mo Wentian's Wentian Sword.
"This is… "
"Sword Guarding Slave of Sword Guarding Pavilion!"
Mo Wentian's body trembled slightly.
Thousands of years ago, the disciples of the Mo family controlled the Wentian Divine Kingdom, the first of the five divine kingdoms.
The power of the Mo family has reached its peak.
And in the Mo family.
This Sword Guarding Pavilion is among the Mo family...
The only organization controlled only by Mo Wentian!
There are eighty-one Sword Guard disciples in the Sword Guard Pavilion.
Each of these eighty-one people is a peerless sword emperor.
In addition, there are thirty-six sword-guarding slaves!
These thirty-six people are all strong men at the peak of the Sword Emperor.
"The Sword Emperor at his peak cannot withstand the ravages of time..."
"Ten thousand years have passed, and even their bones have begun to decay!"
Mo Wentian clenched his fist fiercely.
The disciples of Shoujian Pavilion are the geniuses he selected from the Mo family, Mo Wentian.
Not only are these people incredibly talented, but they are also...
The most loyal group of people in the Mo family.
but now…
"Human Emperor Sword Sect..."
Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold, and he gently covered the branches again.
"Boss..."
The little dragon couldn't help but let out a low cry.
"I'm fine!"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian's eyes became cold again.
"Click..."
"Click..."
…
A series of crisp sounds came.
Under the countless branches, in addition to the disciples of the Sword Guard Pavilion, there were also some withered bones of other disciples of the Mo family.
Pieces of withered bones make people desolate...