The day passed quickly, and the Tiancheng of the Jiuyou Clan also calmed down.
"Now that my cultivation has reached the early stage of Tianjun, and the body of Purple Emperor has reached perfection, I have no fear even if I face the strongest person at the peak of Tianjun!
Mo Wentian opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself.
"Huhuhu..."
The next moment, Mo Wentian exhaled slightly and stood up.
"Boss..."
"Boss..."
Seeing Mo Wentian stand up, Xiaojiao and Huantian not far away quickly came to Mo Wentian's side, with a bit of joy in their eyes.
"Little Jiao, your behavior today makes me very displeased!"
As if remembering something, Mo Wentian's eyes felt cold, he looked at Xiaojiao and said in a deep voice.
Although Mo Wentian's heart was clear about Xiao Jiao's anger when he saw him being hurt, if it were him, if he saw Xiao Jiao being hurt, no matter how powerful the other party was, he would take action without hesitation.
But he just didn't want Xiaojiao to do this!
Xiao Jiao has followed him for so long, and in Mo Wentian's heart, he has long regarded Xiao Jiao as a brother.
"Boss, I..."
Xiaojiao wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything.
"Okay, I still have things to deal with, so you all should go practice!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and Huantian and said calmly.
The slightly frowning look on the sword's eyebrows seemed to be still angry with Xiao Jiao.
"Yes, boss!"
"Yes, boss!"
Xiaojiao and Huantian looked slightly stern, and then their figures flashed and disappeared, directly entering the Wentian Pavilion.
Xiaojiao and Huantian left, leaving only Mo Wentian.
"By the way, Xiao Ran!"
Suddenly, Mo Wentian thought of Xiao Ran, and his figure flashed and disappeared directly.
When he appeared again, he was already in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion.
"Chixiao!"
Sitting on the main seat, he shouted coldly, and Chi Xiao's figure immediately appeared in the hall.
"Emperor!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Chi Xiao's eyes were extremely respectful.
"Find Xiao Ran for me!"
Mo Wentian said in a deep voice as if he remembered something.
"Yes, Emperor!"
Chi Xiao bowed respectfully, and then disappeared into the hall in a flash.
In a few breaths, Chi Xiao brought Xiao Ran to the main hall again.
"Emperor, bring Xiao Ran here!"
Chi Xiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Owner!"
Xiao Ran looked at Mo Wentian with respect in his eyes.
"Xiao Ran, you can go back to the Demon Clan now!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a bright light rose in his eyes.
"Emperor, if you let him go back, aren't you letting the tiger return to the mountain?"
Chi Xiao's eyes were full of confusion, and he spoke with some confusion.
"He is now my emperor's dog. He dare not disobey me. If he doesn't want his life, that's another story!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Ran in front of him, his eyes extremely cold.
In fact, this was Chi Xiao's concern at all. Xiao Ran's life was more important than anything else.
Otherwise, how could he be willing to surrender to Mo Wentian.
"Xiao Ran obeys the master's orders in everything!"
When Xiao Ran heard this, he knelt on the ground repeatedly, and his body even trembled slightly.
"Well, you old dog is quite sensible!"
"Okay, get up. You rush to the demon clan immediately. Just say that you escaped by luck. If there is any abnormal movement among the demon clan, report it to me immediately!"
A cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes, and his voice was even colder.
"Yes, Master!"
Xiao Ran stood up, looked at Mo Wentian, and answered with great respect.
"etc… "
Seeing Xiao Ran standing up immediately to leave, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian shouted coldly.
"Master, do you have anything else to say?"
Hearing this, Xiao Ran immediately stopped where he was and asked respectfully.
"You look so gorgeous and neat, I need to wrap it up for you!"
"Little Jiao, come out!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Ran, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and an evil smile appeared on his face.
"Boss!"
Following Mo Wentian's cold shout, Xiao Jiao's figure instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
"Give this old guy some color, but don't kill him!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with a strange glint.
"No problem, boss, I promise to satisfy you!"
Let him beat people up, this is Xiaojiao's favorite thing, he said with excitement on his face.
The next moment, Xiao Jiao took Xiao Ran and disappeared into the hall in a flash.
When he appeared again, he had already appeared in front of Tiancheng.
In the void, the little dragon's figure instantly transformed into a hundred-foot-long heavenly dragon.
The power on his body was rolling, but there was an evil smile on his face.
"Old guy, I'll stand still for you little Grandpa Jiao!"
"The dragon swings its tail!"
With a cold shout, the little dragon's figure flashed, and the dragon's power, which was dozens of feet in size, was drawn towards Xiao Ran's body.
"ah… "
A series of screams instantly echoed through the void.
"Pfft..."
The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Xiao Ran's mouth.
"Old guy, come again!"
With a sneer, the little dragon twisted its dragon body with excitement on its face, and once again moved towards Xiao Ran who had not yet stood up.
Xiao Jiao seemed to be addicted to smoking and slapped Xiao Ran for a full quarter of an hour.
If Mo Wentian hadn't told him to stop, he would probably have continued to smoke for a while.
"Boss, I haven't had enough of this yet!"
After being told to stop by Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao was actually a little unhappy with what he said.
"I just asked you to add some color to him. Look at what you have done to him!"
Mo Wentian coughed lightly, curled up the corners of his mouth, and said in a deep voice.
"Master, Grandpa Xiaojiao!"
At this moment, an old man with a swollen face and bloody body stood up and said tremblingly.
"Who are you?"
"Are you Xiao Ran?"
Xiao Jiao looked at Xiao Ran, whose face was swollen into a pig's head, and for a moment, he didn't recognize it.
"Okay, Xiao Ran, just go back like this!"
"Remember what I said, if there is any news in the demon clan, you must report it to me, otherwise you will come back and taste your little grandpa Jiao's dragon tail!"
Mo Wentian looked into the void, with an extremely cold light rising in his eyes, and said coldly.
"Yes, Master!"
Xiao Ran reluctantly stood up, and then his figure flashed and disappeared into the void.
The distant demon clan, above the main hall of the Demon King's Mansion.
A very embarrassed figure knelt on the ground, his body trembling.
The embarrassed old man kneeling on the ground is none other than Xiao Ran, the third elder of the demon clan who was whipped into this state by the little dragon just now.
"Master Demon King, it's all over..."
"All the disciples, the first elder, and the second elder are dead!"
Looking at the Demon King sitting in the main hall, Xiao Ran's eyes were full of fear.
"The Great Elder is also dead?"
When the Demon King heard that Deng Tian was also dead, he stood up instantly, his eyes full of surprise.
The Demon King knew that the other people were dead, but the Great Elder Deng Tian was dead
He couldn't believe this. After all, Deng Tianna was a strong man in the late Tianjun period.