"Boss..."
"Emperor!"
…
In the void, little dragons and twenty-seven soul coffins surrounded Mo Wentian.
Qing Jiuxin…
There is no life in his eyes!
"you… "
"Be careful!"
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly.
This time, catching Qing Jiuxin and forcing Shenshan to hand over the Mo family disciples was Mo Wentian's helpless move.
Because his identity was exposed...
He wants to enter the sacred mountain again, but this is already impossible!
Now he can only do this!
"Yes, boss!"
Xiaojiao's eyes also became serious.
Although Xiaojiao, who is at the peak of the Demon Emperor, has combat power comparable to that of an average pseudo-god warrior.
But after thousands of years of development, on the sacred mountain, you will definitely not be lacking...
The powerful false god!
"Mo Wentian, hand over our saint!"
"Hand over the Saint!"
…
After a moment, three old men descended from the sacred mountain.
The cultivation level of two of these three old men has reached the sixth level of false gods!
The last person, whose cultivation level is better than Qing Jiuxin...
A bit stronger!
"The peak of the seventh level of false gods..."
Mo Wentian took a deep breath, the sacred mountain was indeed terrifying!
The pseudo-god strongman is already considered the pinnacle strongman in the Sword God Continent.
But on the sacred mountain, the false gods are just ordinary disciples!
There are only six or seven levels of false gods...
Only on the sacred mountain can one be called a strong man!
"If you want me to hand over someone to my Mo family..."
"Hand it over!"
Standing proudly in the void, Mo Wentian's eyes were indifferent and boundless.
Behind Mo Wentian.
Qing Jiuxin, the slightest gleam of light in her eyes!
"You don't have to think about escaping..."
"My slave soul seal comes from the blood soul art of the demon outside the territory. This blood soul art is the supreme skill among the demons. With your cultivation..."
"It's impossible to break!"
He glanced at Qing Jiuxin lightly, and in Mo Wentian's eyes...
Boundless indifference!
"It's impossible to break..."
Qing Jiuxin's eyes were filled with waves.
She is the true genius of the Holy Mountain.
On the sacred mountain, she even has a chance...
Seize the divine throne and enter the realm of the Sword God!
But now, she is...
Mo Wentian is enslaved. From today on, her name, Qing Jiuxin, will no longer carry honor.
What he carries with him is the shame of the sacred mountain!
"Mo Wentian, I advise you to put down the saint from my sacred mountain, otherwise..."
In the eyes of the three of them, a hint of evil light rose up.
On the sacred mountain, a supreme aura is gathering.
It seemed as if a supremely powerful person had arrived.
"Hand it over..."
Mo Wentian's eyes were indifferent, and the next moment...
The sword in Mo Wentian's hand!
Suddenly it was placed on Qing Jiuxin's neck.
"This emperor counts to three..."
"If you don't hand over my Mo family disciple, then she..."
"Just die!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold.
The word 'death' made Qing Jiuxin's delicate body tremble slightly.
She had no doubt that Mo Wentian would keep his word if the people from Shenshan didn't hand over the Mo family.
Then she would probably die here today.
"Ninth Elder, we still..."
Among the three, an old man couldn't help but want to stand up...
"Back off!"
But the next moment, the cold eyes of the ninth elder made the old man swallow his words.
"The bloodline of the great ancestor of the Mo family is the key for the Lord to control that thing. If it is handed over to him now, wouldn't it mean that the Lord has lost all his previous efforts!"
The eyes of the Ninth Elder were filled with indifference.
"Control that thing..."
The two old men fell silent.
Compared to Qing Jiuxin, that thing on the sacred mountain...
That's the key!
"Holy girl, Mo Wentian is the biggest enemy of our sacred mountain. If we don't kill Mo Wentian today, what will be the pressure of our sacred mountain, so we can only..."
"Sacrifice you!"
Looking at Qing Jiuxin, the Ninth Elder's cold voice...
Sounded in the void.
"Sacrifice me..."
Qing Jiuxin's body trembled slightly, her eyes...
Full of disbelief.
The sacred mountain, her belief, her most respected existence...
But now, she has to be sacrificed!
"Ninth Elder, you..."
Qing Jiuxin bit her lip. She is the saint of the sacred mountain and enjoys countless honors...
But today, Shenshan gave up on her!
Because of her, Shenshan was shamed...
Even if she died, Shenshan would kill Mo Wentian here.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"What a sacred mountain!"
Mo Wentian laughed and became energetic, in Xiao Jiao's eyes...
Also extremely solemn.
In the imperial city, pairs of eyes...
It fell on the bodies of three old men!
At this moment, they seemed to feel that something in their hearts was broken.
That is faith, the faith that the sacred mountain is invincible...
Completely shattered!
"The Holy Mountain is indeed an eye-opener for this emperor, but you don't want a saint, but I don't ask the sky..."
"But you want to be a disciple of my Mo family!"
There was a bit of cold pride in Mo Wentian's eyes.
In the imperial city, pairs of eyes looked at that figure with awe...
You, Shenshan, can abandon your disciples, but I, Mo Wentian, won’t!
"Mo Wentian, today you..."
"Death is certain!"
The three elders had murderous intent in their eyes.
"Death is certain!"
A trace of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, and then his eyes...
Landed on the top of the sacred mountain!
"Li Tian, let my disciples of the Mo family go, I can tell you..."
"A way to control that thing!"
The cold voice soared into the sky.
The entire sacred mountain trembled.
Under the sacred mountain, the three old men looked at Mo Wentian with shock on their faces.
"How bold, how dare you call the Lord God's name!"
"Disciple of the Holy Mountain, catch him!"
"kill him… "
…
A series of icy auras came towards Mo Wentian to suppress him.
"Li Tian, without my method, even if you refine nine of my eldest brother's descendants, it would be impossible..."
"The one who controls that thing!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with boundless coldness, above the sacred mountain...
Extremely peaceful.
"kill him… "
"boom!"
Three elders, countless disciples of the Holy Mountain...
Came to wipe out Mo Wentian.
The fierce light in the little dragon's eyes surged, and the demonic aura billowed...
Soaring into the sky.
The twenty-seven soul coffins also exuded a terrifying aura.
The war is about to break out!
"etc… "
But at this moment, there was a deep voice!
came suddenly.
"It's the Lord God!"
"Meet the God Lord!"
"Meet the God Lord!"
…
Figures one after another knelt down towards the sacred mountain, and following this voice...
Even the people in the imperial city knelt down and worshiped!
"Li Tian..."
"It's indeed him!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Thousands of years ago...
It’s Li Tian and Qing Yushang!
He was plotted in the land of Taixu, and Mo Wentian couldn't wait to swallow their souls for these two people.
Then bite their flesh and blood and let them...
Never be reincarnated forever!
"Mo Wentian, we..."
"meet again!"
A low voice came from the sacred mountain, and a phantom appeared on the endless sacred mountain...
Gathering in the void.
That phantom's face was extremely hazy, even if it was a powerful pseudo-god...
I can't even see his true face!