"Slave God Seal!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian made a seal.
"Buzzing..."
In the void, a simple word "Slave" was formed, and the word "Slave" shot out and landed in the center of Fan Zeng's eyebrows.
"ah… "
Fan Zeng's body rolled on the ground.
A quarter of an hour later, Fan Zeng stood up.
"Fan Zeng pays homage to the master!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Fan Zeng's eyes were full of respect.
"Get up!"
Mo Wentian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said coldly.
"Fan Zeng really surrendered to Mo Wentian!"
"Mo Wentian now has two strong men in the realm of Heavenly Kings in his hands, as well as Xiao Jinghen, a strong man who is about to break through to the realm of Heavenly Kings!"
"The strength among the Nine Nether Clan has simply skyrocketed!"
"I think the forces in the ancient ruins will be reshuffled soon!"
…
Seeing Fan Zeng kneeling in front of Mo Wentian with great respect, and the figures outside the hall, their eyes were filled with astonishment.
"Fan Zeng, you can't just call me boss, but also your little grandpa Jiao and me!"
"Remember, from now on you must not only listen to the boss, but also your little Grandpa Jiao and me!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's figure turned into a small snake, standing proudly in the void, looking at Fan Zeng, his face full of coldness and arrogance.
"Yes, Grandpa Xiaojiao!"
Fan Zeng knelt on the ground again and answered respectfully.
Fan Zeng still had some palpitations in his heart when the little dragon swung its tail just now. It was so painful.
Although he could beat Xiaojiao with his strength, he couldn't take action and could only wait to be whipped.
"Little Jiao, that's enough!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, the curve of his mouth became a little more intense, and he cursed with a smile.
"Boss, can't you just give me some face and make me look awesome?"
Xiaojiao opened his round eyes, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said sheepishly.
"You've already mastered the power of Wei Feng. After today, your name, little Jiao, will probably be spread throughout the ancient ruins!"
Mo Wentian glanced at the figures outside the hall with his spiritual sense, and said with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Boss..."
Xiaojiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Alright, Fan Zeng, Demon Lord, you two follow me into this deep pool!"
"Xiaojiao, Huantian, and Xiao Jinghen stay outside this quiet pond. Don't let anyone enter this hall, remember!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly and he said coldly.
"Boss, don't worry, I will never let those ants outside the hall come in!"
"That group of ants should not dare to come in!"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao said confidently without any hesitation.
"You're right, they really don't dare to come in, but that doesn't mean no one dares to come in!"
"Remember, if you meet someone you can't fight, send a message to this emperor immediately!"
Mo Wentian thought of what the Demon Lord said and that the ancestor of the Demon Realm had also come to the Jiuyou Cave, so he spoke again and warned him.
"Okay, boss!"
"Yes, Master!"
"Boss, be careful!"
…
Xiaojiao, Huantian, and Xiao Jinghen looked at Mo Wentian and quickly agreed.
"Fan Zeng, Duan Fan, let's go!"
With a cold shout, the three figures disappeared from the spot.
Watching the three figures disappear, a pot exploded outside the hall again.
"Did that kid Mo Wentian really enter that weird pool?"
"There is a being in that deep pool that even the powerful King of Heaven can't get out of!"
"Mo Wentian is in the middle stage of Caitianjun. If he goes in, can he still come out?"
"He is still too young and energetic. Even though he has subdued the Demon Lord, Xiao Jinghen and Fan Zeng, he will definitely die when he enters the quiet pool, otherwise he may really cause trouble in this ancient ruins. !”
"Let's take a look and talk. I think that kid is not simple. Maybe he can really come out of this deep pool!"
…
A series of discussions resounded.
There were different expressions on everyone's faces.
And the bottom of the deep pool.
"Sure enough, there is a seal!"
A quarter of an hour later, Mo Wentian led Fan Zeng and Duan Fan to a high platform.
Under Mo Wentian's feet, countless mysterious and boundless divine patterns appeared, and the aura emitted by those divine patterns was even more terrifying.
"This seal was definitely not placed by someone from this ancient ruins!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed. The seal on the high platform was not a simple existence even if it was placed in the big world. How could this seal appear in this ancient ruins
"Spiritual consciousness, open!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian gave a cold shout and directly activated his spiritual consciousness.
The next moment, spiritual consciousness spread crazily towards the surroundings.
Mo Wentian didn't stop until it reached a strange high platform.
"Go to that high platform!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian took a step forward and followed the path of his spiritual consciousness.
Demon Lord Duan Fan and Fan Zeng quickly followed without any hesitation.
In a moment, the three of them appeared beside the high platform.
I saw a small altar under the high platform.
The altar was covered with dust, as if no one had been there for a long time.
"There is a seal under this altar!"
Mo Wentian stood beside the altar, muttering to himself, with an extremely cold light flashing in his eyes.
On the altar, the power of seals spread out. In addition to the power of seals, there seemed to be a familiar aura.
"Master, what is in this seal?"
"Yes, Master, do we want to open this seal?"
Fan Zeng and Duan Fan's eyes flashed coldly, and they said in a deep voice.
"The magic of the demon world!"
The light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed.
The power on the altar is the magic of the devil world.
"Could this be the Demonic Soul Seal?"
Mo Wentian's eyes turned cold, and then his eyes fell on the altar.
The divine patterns on the altar were extremely complicated. The more Mo Wentian looked at them, the colder his eyes became.
"Demon Soul Seal?"
A flash of light suddenly appeared in Demon Lord's eyes.
"Master, is this the Demonic Soul Seal? Then we cannot open this Demonic Soul Seal!"
"The ancestor of the demon world sent me a message, saying that under the demon soul seal are the strong men of the demon world. If it is opened and they are released, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Demon Lord Duan Fan looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice with a cold glint in his eyes.
"No, this is not magic power, and this is not a demon soul seal!"
Suddenly, Mo Wentian seemed to have discovered something, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly.
"Not magic?"
"It's not a demon soul seal, then what is this?"
Duan Fan's eyes were full of confusion and he spoke subconsciously.
When Mo Wentian said it was magic power, he thought it was because his cultivation level was too low and he did not feel the existence of this magic power.
But now that Mo Wentian said that this was not a demon soul seal or magic power, Demon Lord Duan Fan became firmer in his heart.