"Hahahaha... Even a little early Heavenly King wants me to surrender to you?"
"You are simply dreaming!"
Hearing this, Meng Ruoxi couldn't help laughing wildly.
She is a powerful person at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Monarch, and in the demon clan, she is inferior to one person and above ten thousand people. She is expected to surrender to this small Jiuyou clan and Mo Wentian
To her, this was undoubtedly the funniest joke in the world.
"I have given you the opportunity. If you don't surrender, then I will blame you for accidentally killing you!"
Mo Wentian's eyes instantly turned cold.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"I don't like your arrogance very much. Go to hell!"
Holding back her wild laughter, Meng Ruoxi's eyes were full of stern glares.
"Red Flame Divine Palm!"
Meng Ruoxi yelled angrily and made seals one after another with her palms.
As she punched out the seals one by one, a hundred-foot-sized palm burning with red flames appeared in the void.
"Could this be the legendary Red Flame Divine Palm?"
"What a terrifying divine palm!"
"Can the Emperor still stop it?"
…
Looking at the giant palm of a hundred feet in the void, thousands of feet away from the Celestial City, a series of exclamations could be heard.
"With the king-level artifact in hand, I can't even kill this emperor!"
"You want to kill me with this devil's hand, how ridiculous!"
Looking at the giant palm in the void, an extremely cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Break the world with one sword!"
"Come again!"
Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly, shouted coldly, and struck out again with his boundary-breaking sword.
At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body suddenly surged.
A sharp and boundless aura spread from Mo Wentian's body. That aura was filled with supreme coldness and arrogance, making people intimidated.
"Boss, the aura on your body has become stronger again!"
"That's right, boss, the power of your sword is comparable to the peak of Tianjun!"
Suddenly, the voices of Xiaojiao and Huantian sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.
"The taste of this sword should be pretty good!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a cold gleam rose in his eyes.
"No, this kid's aura has become stronger again!"
"This sword energy is so terrifying!"
Looking at the killing sword in the void, Meng Ruoxi had a bad premonition in her heart.
Her intuition told her that this sword was extremely terrifying.
But she didn't believe that Mo Wentian, who was in the early stage of Tianjun, could kill a strong person like her, who was at the peak of Tianjun.
"die!"
The cold voice resounded throughout the void.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent, and then he slashed straight at Meng Ruoxi with his sword.
"The power of this sword is comparable to the peak of Tianjun!"
Meng Ruoxi's eyes were filled with shock.
At this moment, she seemed to feel that the God of Death was waving at her, and that terrifying sword seemed to really want to kill her.
"Boy, your power is equivalent to the peak of the Heavenly Lord, but my strength is the peak of the Heavenly Lord!"
"Red Flame Divine Palm: Nine-Nine Return to One!"
Meng Ruoxi's expression suddenly changed, she gave a cold shout, and started to type seals one after another.
In the void, the hundred-foot-sized giant palms instantly transformed into nine. The next moment, they transformed into eighty-one. Finally, the eighty-one merged into one and moved towards Mo Wentian to greet him.
"boom… "
A violent collision occurred again.
"Pfft..."
Mo Wentian's body flew backwards, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"uh-huh… "
Although Meng Ruoxi didn't fly backwards, she wasn't much better, with traces of blood overflowing from the corners of her mouth.
"Stop holding it in, holding it in will cause internal injuries!"
Mo Wentian stood up from the ground, looked at Meng Ruoxi, and sneered.
"Boy, you..."
"Pfft..."
Maybe she was angry, maybe she really couldn't bear it anymore, Meng Ruoxi spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Mo Wentian's guess was indeed correct. On the surface, Meng Ruoxi seemed to have won the battle, but in fact, the injuries inside her body were serious.
"Look, Meng Ruoxi is injured too!"
"The emperor's strength is really terrifying!"
"With the early stage of Tianjun and the peak of Tianjun, how can this be scary? This is simply a monster!"
…
Thousands of feet away from the Celestial City, the figures looked at the cold and proud figure in the void, and a touch of admiration instantly rose in their eyes.
"Is this how it should be?"
"Wouldn't it be better if you spit it out!"
Mo Wentian's mocking words resounded.
"Boy, I'm going to kill you!"
"Kill you!"
Mo Wentian's arrogant words sounded extremely ironic to her ears.
Looking at Mo Wentian, murderous intent suddenly surged in Meng Ruoxi's eyes.
"Although my strength may not be able to defeat you now, my spirit is enough to suppress you!"
With a cold shout, strength gathered around Meng Ruoxi's body towards her head.
The next moment, a phantom of a hundred feet in size appeared behind her.
"Baizhang Divine Soul?"
"At the peak of Tianjun's state, the soul is no bigger than a hundred feet. It's really pitiful!"
Mo Wentian looked at the phantom of the soul and instantly laughed wildly.
You must know that at the early stage of his cultivation as Tianjun, his soul has now reached two hundred and twenty feet, but on the other hand, Meng Ruoxi's soul at the peak of Tianjun's cultivation was only one hundred feet.
Forget it, but she still wants to use her soul to suppress Mo Wentian. This is simply...
Idiot's dream!
"Pitiful?"
"You called my Baizhang soul pitiful!"
"I will definitely suppress you to death today!"
There was no concealment of murderous intent in Meng Ruoxi's eyes.
"Baizhang Divine Soul?"
"Could this be the phantom of the powerful Tianjun's soul!"
"What a terrible pressure. Keep your mind and retreat quickly!"
…
Seeing the phantom of the soul standing proudly in the void, Chi Xiao and others looked shocked for a moment.
Then, he quickly retreated towards the rear.
"Baizhang Divine Soul!"
"Suppression!"
With a cold shout, Meng Ruoxi's aura surged again.
In the void, the phantom of the hundred-foot soul became even clearer.
"You want to suppress me just now?"
"die!"
A cold voice sounded.
"Buzzing..."
Mo Wentian punched Meng Ruoxi, and the next moment, an immortal power enveloped Meng Ruoxi.
"How can this be… "
In the void, a cry of surprise came, and the next moment...
The phantom of the soul in the void began to tremble.
"You still don't surrender in front of this emperor!"
Mo Wentian's roaring voice sounded in the void.
Within Mo Wentian's body, a sword star core was spinning endlessly, emitting supreme pressure. That star core was immortal!
"Buzzing..."
Meng Ruoxi's soul was trembling.
"Immortal Star!"
"Collide!"
"boom… "
The bright stars in the void collided with Meng Ruoxi's soul and body.
Within a moment, countless cracks appeared on the soul.
"Buzzing..."
Her soul trembled crazily, as if she was also afraid.