This seventh young master is usually very afraid of death, but today he is...
"you… "
The leader of the Jiuyou Clan also took a deep breath.
But the next moment.
His face turned cold again.
"Nineteen of you, go in with Qi'er!"
Looking at the nineteen people in front of him, the clan leader said coldly.
"Go quickly!"
"Yes Yes!"
…
One after another, figures walked towards the temple cautiously.
In front of the temple.
"Boss, it's very weird here!"
Huantian's voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.
"Weird? More than just weird, it's basically evil!"
Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold.
The temple looked ordinary on the surface, but inside the temple, Mo Wentian felt an extremely evil aura.
Coming from the shop, that aura seemed to swallow everything, making people feel terrified.
"evil?"
Huantian's expression changed slightly.
"Be careful and wait for my orders!"
Mo Wentian's deep voice sounded in Huantian's mind.
"Yes, boss!"
Huantian quickly agreed without any hesitation.
"Rumble..."
Mo Wentian's twenty people had just arrived in front of the temple when the entire temple shook.
Temple door.
automatically open.
"It's so cold!"
The bodies of a group of Nine Nether Clan disciples trembled slightly.
As if in that temple.
It's like hiding something terrible.
"Get in!"
The leader of the Jiuyou Clan has an extremely cold look in his eyes.
"Could it be that you are afraid? If you are, then go back!"
"This young master is gone!"
After looking at a dozen people with contempt, Mo Wentian turned around and entered the temple.
"The seventh young master has gone in, it should be fine!"
"Let's go in too!"
…
When more than a dozen people saw Mo Wentian entering, they followed him one by one.
"boom!"
A dozen people had just entered, and the door of the main hall closed automatically.
"Twenty, one too many, Jie Jie...!"
Suddenly, a strange voice came.
The evil aura came from the front. Mo Wentian looked up and saw three pairs of green lights in the temple.
Stare at yourself.
That look was extremely hot.
It was like seeing prey.
"Who are you and why are you in our temple?"
Looking at the three ancestors in front of him, a man shouted tremblingly.
Those three looks.
Incomparably evil, a bad premonition suddenly arose in the hearts of the twenty people.
"A bunch of dying people, what nonsense!"
The eldest among the three ancestors glanced at the disciple who made a sound. His eyes suddenly became cold and boundless, and an evil aura swept out.
The disciple who spoke just now felt his legs were a little weak.
"You... who are you... exactly?"
Before the disciple could finish his words, the middle-aged man standing at the front struck out with a palm instantly.
"boom!"
The terrifying palm power came in an instant.
The man didn't even have the slightest resistance, and his head exploded.
Red and white things.
Sputtering everywhere.
The strong smell of blood permeated the entire temple.
"Jie Jie... Boss, give this to me!"
Weird laughter came, and among the shocked expressions of everyone, countless evil auras were seen spreading crazily from the man's body.
These evil auras enveloped this person, and the blood aura on this person spread towards him crazily.
Just a few breaths.
The man in front of him turned into a mummy.
"Well, it tastes really good!"
The strange man looked satisfied, as if he had tasted the best delicacy of all time.
"Crack!"
The skeleton was shattered on the ground, and the skull rolled directly to Mo Wentian's feet.
Mo Wentian looked at the skull at his feet, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
As he expected, the leader of the Jiuyou Clan sent someone.
Not to practice, but to die!
The sound of the skeleton falling was heard, and everyone suddenly recovered and looked around.
There were bones on the ground.
"Li Yan is dead!"
"No... I want to go out!"
"Let us out!"
“…”
Except for Mo Wentian and Huantian, everyone else swarmed towards the gate.
But the door of the temple was closed, no matter how hard they tried.
The temple door doesn't move at all!
"You're in and you want to get out?"
Suddenly, three figures appeared in an instant.
Three pairs of green eyes glowed with an evil light, which made people feel chilly in their hearts.
"Don't... don't kill me!"
"You can do anything you ask me to do, don't..."
Three figures approached, and a dozen people felt a strange and evil aura sweeping over them.
His body trembled subconsciously.
Even in front of death, everyone knelt down and kowtowed to the three people.
"Boss, the disciples of the Jiuyou Clan are just like this!"
"What a shame!"
Looking at the Nine Nether Clan disciples who were kneeling down to beg for mercy, Huantian's eyes were full of disdain.
"The leader of the Jiuyou Clan is willing to abandon his own son for the sake of profit!"
"Is face important to them?"
Mo Wentian grinned slightly, and a sneer sounded in Huantian's mind.
"Yes, the boss is right, they are just shameless!"
Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest fondness for the group of Jiuyou Clan disciples in front of him, and Huantian did the same.
"The strength of the three old dogs cannot be underestimated, be careful!"
Suddenly, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something, and a cold voice came to mind in Huantian's mind.
"Yes, boss!"
Huantian responded quickly.
"You are lucky to be devoured by me, ancestor, Jie Jie..."
Suddenly, a weird laughter came.
A pair of green lights burst out, emitting a terrifying and boundless light.
As soon as these words were spoken, one of the three ancestors took action instantly.
A huge hand a hundred feet tall appeared in the void, billowing with evil energy.
In an instant, all the Nine Nether Clan disciples who were kneeling on the ground were surrounded.
"No… "
"Do not kill me!"
"I don't want to die!"
…
A series of exclamations sounded.
But the next moment, countless evil energies on the giant palm frantically wrapped around a group of Nine Nether Clan disciples.
"What the hell is this? My vitality and strength are flowing away, no..."
"Let us go, let us go!"
…
The eyes of a group of disciples were filled with astonishment.
I saw an evil aura shrouding the surroundings, and the faces of a group of Nine Nether Clan disciples instantly rose up.
Became a septuagenarian.
Then, it turned into oozing white bones.
Within a few breaths, the screams stopped abruptly.
In the temple.
Only bones were left on the ground.
"They are just a bunch of ants, but they still want to escape from the hands of my ancestor!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were extremely wanton. As the group of people turned into bones, the middle-aged man's face actually looked a bit younger, and the aura on his body also strengthened several points.
"Boss, your cultivation has recovered faster!"
"If you keep going at this rate, you'll be able to recover soon!"
Behind the man, two other people also quickly stood up and said.
"Boss, there are two more!"
But at this moment, the three of them seemed to have discovered something, and their eyes fell on the corner of the temple.
In the corner, Mo Wentian and Huantian.
He was standing there quietly.