The expressions of Xiaojiao and Huantian also became slightly solemn.
The five demons in front of them have all reached the middle stage of Tianjun, and they are still warriors who have stayed in the middle stage of Tianjun for a long time. For them, they only need an opportunity to break through to the late stage of Tianjun.
Such a powerful person can already be said to be comparable to the late Tianjun.
The cultivation levels of Xiaojiao, Wu Jingfeng and Wu Sheng are all in the early stage of Tianjun.
The most they can rival are warriors in the middle stage of Tianjun.
If a war started here now, the party that would suffer the most would definitely be Mo Wentian.
"Boss, what should we do now?"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said with a slightly solemn voice.
"what to do?"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then said with a smile.
"What else can we do? Others have already killed us, so of course we have to kill them back!"
Mo Wentian looked at the five people in front of him, with an extremely cold light rising in his eyes.
"Kill back?"
Xiaojiao and others looked slightly startled, and Wu Sheng and Wu Jingfeng looked at Mo Wentian with astonishment on their faces.
These five people are not ordinary strong men in the middle stage of Tianjun. The combined combat power of the five people definitely exceeds those in the late stage of Tianjun.
"Xiaojiao, give the one on the left to you, Wu Sheng, Wu Jingfeng, give the two on the right to you, and give the remaining two to me!"
"As for Huantian..."
Mo Wentian looked at Huantian and shook his head slightly.
"Enter Wentian and stay well!"
Huantian's cultivation has not yet broken through, and his cultivation is not very strong. What's more, letting Huantian enter Wentian Pavilion, Mo Wentian has other greater uses.
What I have encountered now is just the smallest minion.
"Go into Wentian Pavilion and stay there, boss, I..."
Huantian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he hesitated for a long time, but nothing came out.
If Huantian were to fight the five people in front of him based on his strength, then he really wouldn't be able to defeat any of them.
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and then his figure flashed and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in Wentian Pavilion.
"Little Jiao, kill!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian suddenly took a step forward and punched out.
"kill!"
The murderous aura in Xiaojiao's eyes suddenly surged, and his figure instantly transformed from a small snake into a leaping dragon of a hundred feet, standing proudly in the void with great power.
"You actually dare to fight and seek death?"
The eyes of the five demon disciples were full of astonishment.
Then he seemed to remember something, and said with a gloomy look on his face.
"Boy, if you enter the Nine Nether Cave, it will not be easy to kill you, but now you dare to take the initiative to fight, this is simply asking for death!"
The five middle-level Heavenly Lords of the Demon Clan had murderous intent in their eyes.
"Yeah?"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered.
The five warriors in the middle stage of Tianjun are indeed very strong, but if they want to kill Mo Wentian, they are not even close to one star.
"Look at your little grandpa Jiao, my dragon's tail is wagging!"
Xiao Jiao's angry voice came, and in the void, Xiao Jiao ducked and swung his huge tail directly towards the demon disciple on the far left.
The vast and boundless power made the void tremble.
At this moment, the aura on Xiaojiao's body surged instantly, reaching the terrifying middle stage of Tianjun.
"This little reptile is actually a celestial dragon!"
"This Tianlong has hidden his cultivation, and the power of his flick of the tail is already comparable to that of Tianjun in the middle stage."
"It seems that the Jiuyou Clan is not all ants!"
"No matter what happens in the middle stage of Tianjun, if you meet me, Fan Jin, you will still die!"
…
Looking at the little dragon standing proudly in the void, the five people looked slightly shocked.
"Purple Nether Divine Sword!"
"kill!"
The next moment, the middle-aged man on the far left saw the little dragon's several-foot-long tail swinging towards him, and faced it with a sword.
The sword was glowing with purple light, and it looked terrifying from a distance.
"kill!"
One man and one dragon fought together in an instant. The terrifying sword energy and rolling dragon power came out violently.
The entire Jiuyou Cave was instantly in a mess.
"Boy, you should die too!"
At this moment, two other middle-aged men came towards Mo Wentian in an instant.
“Wuxu Cauldron!
"die!"
As one of the middle-aged men roared, a mysterious and boundless cauldron appeared in the void.
The ancient cauldron is billowing with power, and it looks terrifying from a distance.
The next moment, I saw the middle-aged man, holding the ancient cauldron in one hand, heading directly towards Mo Wentian to suppress it.
The terrifying power shook the surrounding void.
"Boom..."
The fists of Gu Ding and Mo Wentian collided together, and Mo Wentian felt as if there was a hill pressing down on him.
If it weren't for Mo Wentian's terrifying physique, any other ordinary warrior would probably be crushed to pieces by this cauldron.
"The middle stage of Tianjun, this power is pretty good!"
An extremely cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
This man, perhaps knowing that his qualifications were not high, actually put all his thoughts on this martial skill.
The power of this ancient cauldron has exceeded the power of the middle stage of Tianjun and reached the power of the late stage of Tianjun.
"You actually blocked it?"
Seeing Mo Wentian blocking his cauldron, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly, and then he made seals one by one with his hands.
Yiding fiercely suppressed Mo Wentian again.
"The Wuxu Cauldron: Shocking in All Directions!"
"Suppress me!"
The man roared again and again. As the man's cauldron fell, the surrounding space seemed to freeze. The pressure doubled instantly, and he crazily moved towards Mo Wentian to suppress it.
"What a strong pressure!"
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
Mo Wentian thought that it would be easy to deal with these old guys in front of him.
So he didn't even want to take out the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, but he didn't expect that the strength of these old guys exceeded his expectations.
"retreat!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian's body retreated backwards like lightning.
But in the process of retreating, Mo Wentian's hand did not stop, punching out seals one after another, and then greeted him with a punch.
"Bang bang bang..."
A punch and a cauldron collided violently in the void.
With every impact, Mo Wentian felt as if his body was being hit by a hill.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Mo Wentian's body instantly distanced himself from the man.
"What a strong boy!"
The two middle-aged men looked at Mo Wentian with shock in their eyes.
Both of them are strong men in the middle stage of Tianjun, showing the strength of late stage Tianjun, while Mo Wentian is just a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun.
But it was this warrior in the middle stage of Tianjun who actually blocked the two of them.
Moreover, although the two of them were not injured on the surface, in fact, their bodies had been injured internally, but they did not appear due to face.
"Boss, are you okay?"
Watching Mo Wentian retreat, Xiaojiao's slightly worried voice came.