"I can handle them all by myself!"
An extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss..."
Xiaojiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but thinking about the bet between Mo Wentian and Lu Ming, he finally said nothing.
"rest assured!"
Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with indifference.
Xiaojiao was worried about himself, how could Mo Wentian not know that.
Regarding Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian had already regarded him as a brother. He also knew that Xiaojiao also regarded him as a relative. Neither of them wanted the other to face being hurt alone.
Hearing this, Xiaojiao didn't stop at all, and left quickly with Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng, followed closely by Huantian.
In the entire cave, only Mo Wentian and twelve people from the demon clan were left.
"The person you want has been released. Mo Wentian, is it time to give your head to me?"
Lu Ming watched the figures leave, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he said coldly.
"Give you a head?"
"I dare to give it to you, can you afford it?"
A wanton evil smile appeared on the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth, and his voice was extremely cold.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"Let me, Lu Ming, deal with you today!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Ming's eyes flickered with coldness.
"I said, one fight against twelve, I keep my word, I don't want to take advantage of you!"
"Come on, let's go together!"
A hint of teasing rose at the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.
At the peak of Tianjun, in Mo Wentian's eyes, he was really weak!
"Arrogant, kill him!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Ming's eyes suddenly felt cold.
In the early stage of Tianjun's cultivation, in front of him, it was as easy as squeezing an ant to death, but he did not expect that this ant would be so arrogant.
"Boy, how dare you be so arrogant in front of Senior Brother Lu Ming? You are looking for death!"
"Yes, kill him!"
"Kill this kid first, and then kill the two monsters and the two disciples of the Jiuyou Clan!"
…
The roar sounded in the void.
"Since this kid is looking for death, let's go together and kill this kid instantly!"
In Lu Ming's eyes, murderous intent suddenly surged.
The next moment, only twelve people were seen quickly approaching Mo Wentian.
As the twelve people approached, Mo Wentian seemed to feel that the whole world seemed to be squeezing towards him, which was extremely terrifying.
"The ants in the middle stage of Tianjun also want to kill me!"
"die!"
Mo Wentian looked at the six warriors in the middle stage of Tianjun in front of him, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and he shouted coldly.
"Shadow Secret!"
"Shenlong Fist!"
After a series of cold drinks, Mo Wentian's figure directly transformed into nine paths on the spot.
The next moment, the nine figures turned into eighty-one.
In the cave, eighty-one Mo Wentian's palms formed into fists, and they blasted directly at the six demon disciples who were in the middle stage of Tianjun.
"ah… "
"No… "
"This is impossible… "
"help me!"
…
Before everyone could recover, the screams could be heard in their ears.
The six people who were knocked to the ground had extremely weak auras.
"Don't... don't kill me!"
"Senior Brother Lu Ming, save me!"
…
Seeing the eighty-one Mo Wentians arriving in an instant, the six people's eyes were filled with shock.
Their bodies were trembling even more.
"Heaven-Eating Divine Technique!"
"Swallow!"
Looking at the six people in front of him, Mo Wentian directly activated the Heaven-Eating Divine Art.
Immediately, I saw the clone of Liu Dao Mo Wentian, stretching out his divine palm towards the heads of the six people.
The next moment, a vast and boundless suction force came from the palm of Mo Wentian's hand.
"This is… "
"No… "
"ah… "
…
A series of screams came again, and all the energy in their bodies was swallowed up by Mo Wentian in just a moment.
The next moment, six figures fell to the ground, their bodies completely devoid of life.
"Six people, all dead!"
"The six powerful men in the middle stage of Tianjun all died in just a few breaths!"
"This is impossible!"
…
The strong smell of blood hit them, and everyone came back to their senses.
Looking at the mummies on the ground, the remaining six people, including Lu Ming, had a flash of astonishment in their eyes.
"Rumble..."
Rolling power rushed into Mo Wentian's body.
Mo Wentian's eyes burst out with an extremely bright light.
"The power of Tianjun in the middle stage is too weak!"
After a moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body stabilized.
After devouring six demon disciples in the middle stage of Tianjun, Mo Wentian thought that his cultivation level would break through, but unexpectedly, the stars in his body only trembled slightly.
A look of disappointment flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
But the next moment, he seemed to remember something. Looking at the six people in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of disdain.
The blood energy contained in the middle stage of Tianjun is too little!
Not only Tianjun's middle stage, but also Tianjun's late stage blood energy had no effect on improving Mo Wentian's cultivation.
To say that it was effective, it was probably only Lu Ming in front of him who had a little effect.
"Mo Wentian, you actually killed six disciples of my demon clan!"
"I want you to die!"
Lu Ming looked at Mo Wentian with terrifying murderous intent in his eyes.
"do you know?"
"Many people have said what you said to me, but do you know what happened to those who said this to me in the end?"
Mo Wentian's eyes were cold and proud, he looked at Lu Ming and said coldly.
"What happened in the end?"
Lu Ming blurted out almost subconsciously.
"Of course they all died in the hands of this emperor!"
"Hahaha… "
Mo Wentian laughed arrogantly, standing proudly, his eyes cold and arrogant.
"All dead?"
"Boy, you are making fun of me!"
"Today, you must die!"
Lu Ming's voice was extremely cold.
Although Mo Wentian just killed six demon disciples in the middle stage of Tianjun, in his opinion, this was just Mo Wentian's luck.
In his opinion, it was impossible for Mo Wentian to kill six of them.
"I don't like to say my words a second time!"
"But since you are so eager, I will say it again, it is you who will die, it is you!"
A hint of disdain rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Shadow Secret!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian's figure transformed into nine figures again.
The nine Mo Wentians stood proudly, their eyes cold and arrogant.
"Boy, do this again, die!"
"Kill this boy!"
"kill!"
…
One after another roars resounded.
"Blood Demon Palm!"
"Devil Flame Technique!"
…
Leng shouted again and again, and saw countless palm prints and blazing fire in the void, heading towards Mo Wentian to kill him.
"Want to kill me?"
"You are not qualified!"
"Here comes the sword!"
With a cold shout, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.