Even the little tiger king of the demon tribe.
His eyes also turned cold.
"Brother Little Tiger King, save me!"
"help me!"
The demon saint saw the four people and shouted quickly.
"silently!"
"Boy, who are you? Let go of my demon tribe's saint!"
"Damn it, this kid dares to touch someone from my demon clan. Is he seeking death?"
"Kill him!"
…
The eyes of the three guardians were instantly fierce.
A wave of terrifying power.
It was shaking in the void.
"One heavenly king, three great heavenly thrones are perfect!"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath. Compared with the Yao Clan and the Demon Clan, the gap between the Jiuyou Clan and the Demon Clan was really huge. Among other clans, there was a large area where the Great Heavenly Consummation was complete, and even the powerful Heavenly Lords were not the same. Rare, but the Jiuyou Clan is good.
Just a few great warriors.
Guarding Tiancheng pitifully.
Mo Wentian even doubted how these people were able to guard these four cities.
But what Mo Wentian actually didn't know was.
The entire ancient heritage site is very vast, and the territory occupied by the Jiuyou Clan is actually very small. It seems to have four cities, but the Monster Clan and the Demon Clan have hundreds of cities. If it is not necessary, the Jiuyou Clan has The four cities of the You clan.
They don't bother to ask for it!
"Boy, are you from the Jiuyou Clan?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the little tiger king said with an indifferent expression.
The word "王" between his eyebrows.
At this moment, it seemed a little more real.
The pressure of a king.
It spread from this person.
"Your saint is in my hands now. If you demon clan knows what's going on, you can take out a hundred fourth-level elixirs and a million high-grade heavenly stones. Otherwise, if I accidentally do something outrageous, you guys should not do it." Blame me?"
Mo Wentian grinned.
As he spoke, he raised the demon saint's chin with both hands.
The eyes are extremely wanton.
"Let go of your paw?"
"How can I, the Saint of the Demon Clan, be touched by your Jiuyou Clan!"
"This kid deserves to die!"
…
The eyes of the three guardians were extremely angry, and the little tiger king of the demon tribe was even more murderous. If the demon saint was not in the hands of Mo Wentian, this person would have taken action against Mo Wentian long ago and killed Mo Wentian. In this void, it was torn into pieces.
"Boy, you Jiuyou Clan are so bold, are you not afraid of me, the Demon Clan!"
"Destroy your Jiuyou clan?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the little tiger king said with an evil look on his face.
"Oh, I am so scared!"
Mo Wentian touched the smooth and tender palm of the demon saint girl. The evil smile made the little tiger king look at the ground with murderous intent in his eyes.
If looks could kill.
The Mo Wentian in front of him had probably been killed countless times.
"Jiuyou Clan, I will definitely destroy you!"
The little tiger king has boundless anger in his eyes. Among the demon clan, it is no secret that he admires the demon clan saint. He even regards the demon clan saint as his own. Among the demon clan, no one dares to provoke her. The demon saint.
Little Tiger King didn't expect it.
Mo Wentian was in front of him.
How dare you be so presumptuous!
"Boy, do you know who this is in front of you?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Yue Lang stood up and said with a cold and arrogant face.
"I don't care who you are. If you don't get what I want, then I will let your demon clan's saints go back with a big belly. I heard that the demon clan's saints are extremely noble in your demon clan. When the time comes, We can be considered..."
"In-laws!"
"Hahaha… "
Wanton laughter sounded in the void.
Four people from the demon tribe.
He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
The saint girl of the demon tribe also stared at Mo Wentian with an angry face.
"Boy, what do you want?"
At this moment, the Little Tiger King stood up and asked in a deep voice.
"I have already told you what I want, and when it will be delivered, I will naturally let you, the Saint of the Demon Clan, go. If the thing is not delivered within seven days, then I'm sorry, but the safety of your Saint will be taken care of. I really can’t guarantee that!”
"Besides, such a beautiful girl!"
"I like it too!"
There was an evil smile in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boy, aren't you afraid that my demon clan will destroy your Jiuyou clan?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the little tiger king said sadly.
"Little Tiger King, you are not welcome in our Jiuyou Clan. Remember to bring your things!"
"As for destroying our Jiuyou Clan!"
"This emperor is so scared!"
Mo Wentian grinned, and then disappeared with the figure of the demon saint.
"hateful!"
"This kid is simply looking for death!"
"We, the demon clan, must destroy the Jiuyou clan!"
…
The anger in the eyes of the three guardians and the four Little Tiger Kings was terrifying.
Monster clan.
They are the top three races in the ancient ruins.
In this ancient ruins.
Even the beast masters and the people from the Tianniu tribe dare not capture the saint of the demon tribe.
The small Jiuyou Clan.
Dare to take action
"Little Tiger King, why don't we go straight into Tiancheng and kill this kid!"
"Yes, enter the Celestial City!"
…
The three guardians had murderous intent in their eyes.
"You three losers, shut up!"
The little Tiger King has boundless anger in his eyes. He is the powerful Heavenly Lord in this ancient ruins.
Anyone else dare to blackmail him
"Go back to the Demon Clan and get your things ready!"
"Wait for Momo to come back!"
"I will eat this man alive!"
The voice of the Little Tiger King was infinitely cold.
"go back!"
"Go back quickly!"
…
The five people quickly disappeared.
"gone!"
In the void, Mo Wentian's figure appeared strangely.
"Mo Wentian, you are seeking death!"
Next to Mo Wentian, the demon saint girl had murderous intent in her eyes.
"This emperor wants something!"
"Give me the things and I will let you go back!"
Looking at the Saint of the Demon Clan, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with indifference. Mo Wentian was not real. He had fallen in love with this Saint of the Demon Clan. Mo Wentian's purpose was to use the resources of the Demon Clan. The Demon Clan was more powerful than the Jiuyou Clan. So much stronger, then their training resources.
There will definitely be no shortage!
"This little Tiger King is so straightforward, I should have known earlier!"
"Just want some more!"
With a faint smile, Mo Wentian disappeared with the demon saint.
Three days later.
Mo Wentian returned to Tiancheng again.
Among the Jiuyou clan.
"Boss..."
"Emperor!"
"Owner!"
…
As Mo Wentian returned, figures appeared quickly.
"How is Tiancheng?"
Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.
"Boss, the third elder of the Demon Clan has arrived thousands of miles away from the Celestial City. This person has already sent word that he will bloodbath my Jiuyou Clan tomorrow!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao said in a deep voice.
"The demons are here?"
The coldness in Mo Wentian's eyes surged.
"Master, people in the Celestial City are in panic now. Two-thirds of my Nine Nether Clan's disciples have escaped, and the remaining ones are not very strong. How can we contend with the demons now?"
Standing in front of Mo Wentian, Wu Sheng said with a slight trembling.
If Mo Wentian hadn't controlled this person with the Nu Divine Seal.
I am afraid that the leader of the Jiuyou Clan has also escaped now.