"This...could this be the legendary Time Roulette?"
At this moment, Lu Yan looked at the roulette wheel in Mo Wentian's hand and screamed in surprise.
"Yes, this is the legendary Time Roulette!"
"It is your honor to die under the wheel of time today!"
Looking at Lu Yan, Mo Wentian's voice was indifferent.
The next moment, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the time roulette grew rapidly.
"Rumble..."
The whole world trembled.
Wherever the roulette passed, the space was directly shattered.
"The power of this wheel!"
"So strong!"
Lu Yan's eyes were full of surprise.
He had never seen the power on that roulette wheel, but he had a hunch that if the roulette wheel fell towards him, then he would probably end up with the same result as Lu Fengqing, as Mo Wentian said.
"This is impossible, this boy's cultivation is at the later stage of Tianjun!"
"Even if he had the Time Roulette in his hand, he wouldn't be able to kill me!"
Lu Yan gritted his teeth and stood still.
A divine sword appeared in his hand, and the demonic energy on the sword was billowing. From a distance, it looked extremely terrifying.
"Demon Holy Sword!"
"kill!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yan's eyes flashed with coldness, he shouted coldly, and swept out the Demonic Sword in his hand.
"Buzzing..."
The sharp sword energy shattered the void and went straight towards Mo Wentian.
"Demon Holy Sword?"
"Is this a king-level artifact inherited from the demon clan, the Demon Holy Sword?"
"In the late stage of the Heavenly King, and with this king-level pinnacle artifact in hand, it seems that Mo Wentian is really going to fall into the hands of the Demon King this time!"
"Mo Wentian is miserable!"
…
Seeing the demonic sword in Lu Yan's hand, the crowd instantly exploded.
"A king-level peak artifact?"
"In front of the time roulette, that's scum!"
Seeing Lu Yan coming towards him with a sword, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with coldness and arrogance.
The next moment, Mo Wentian waved his hand slightly and saw that the roulette wheel no longer grew.
It's just that the palm-sized divine patterns on the roulette wheel are much clearer than before.
Those divine lines seemed to contain the supreme power between heaven and earth.
"Time Roulette!"
"Time stands still!"
A faint voice sounded in the void.
Mo Wentian made a seal, and then the light on the roulette wheel skyrocketed crazily.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, mysterious and boundless power spread out with Mo Wentian as the center.
"Boy, pretend to be a ghost!"
"die!"
Looking at the changing scenes in the void, Lu Yan's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The Demonic Sword in his hand fell directly towards Mo Wentian without any hesitation.
"The wheel of time is still!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with an extremely cold light.
Following Mo Wentian's cold shout, the void suddenly became quiet for a moment.
Countless warriors subconsciously looked up into the void.
In the void, terrifying auras spread out from the time wheel.
"Buzzing..."
The Demonic Holy Sword fell towards Mo Wentian in an instant.
But just when the Demonic Holy Sword was a hundred feet away from Mo Wentian, the Demonic Holy Sword suddenly slowed down.
As slow as a snail, the distance that was supposed to be instantaneous seemed to be an unreachable distance.
"This... what is this weird thing?"
"The roulette wheel seems to be able to control time?"
"It's so terrible!"
"So what if he has the roulette wheel? His cultivation level is only the late stage of the Cai Tianjun, and it is impossible to defeat the Demon King in the late stage of the Tianwang!"
…
Among the demons, countless demon disciples looked at the strange scene in the void.
He was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and said with a cold glint in his eyes.
"what happened?"
"this… "
Lu Yan's face was slightly stunned.
The Demonic Sword was still under his control, and the connection was still there, but no matter how much control he exerted, the Demonic Sword was still pitifully slow.
At this current rate, I'm afraid that the sword won't be able to reach Mo Wentian in a few years.
And Mo Wentian, how could he wait for the sword in place for several years!
This is simply impossible!
"I said it, it's too weak!"
Mo Wentian stepped forward step by step, and each step covered a distance of ten feet.
In just one breath, Mo Wentian appeared in front of the Demon Saint Sword.
Looking at the sword with its demonic energy flickering, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of disdain.
"Mo Wentian, you are cheating!"
"You are not a martial artist at all. What kind of magic are you performing?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Yan's eyes flashed with coldness and he shouted sharply.
"Cheating?"
"Magic?"
"Hahaha… "
Mo Wentian couldn't help but laugh.
What is magic
Could it be that what he had never seen before, what was beyond his vision, and what was beyond his understanding, was called a demon
"Yes, Lord Demon King is right, this boy must have cast a magic spell!"
"This kid actually used sorcery. This kid should be severely punished!"
"You dare to perform sorcery in front of Lord Demon King. I think this kid Mo Wentian will definitely die today!"
"The Demon King hates people the most, those who practice evil ways. I see that this boy has completely aroused the Demon King's anger!"
…
After hearing what Lu Yan said, countless demon disciples quickly agreed.
"The majestic Demon King is so ignorant!"
"Today, I will tell you with great mercy that I will make you die and understand later!"
"This is called the law of time. If you control it, you can control time, but one thought can kill you!"
Looking at Lu Yan, Mo Wentian had an extremely cold light in his eyes.
"The law of time?"
"Control time and kill people with just one thought?"
Lu Yan's face was full of confusion. He had tried countless methods to make the Demonic Sword kill Mo Wentian, but the Demonic Sword seemed to be blocked by something terrible. The speed There is no acceleration.
"This sword is not bad. It's okay to refine it and take it back to Chi Xiao for fun!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the Demonic Sword in front of him, his eyes flashed, and he said coldly.
Immediately, Mo Wentian's palm turned into claws and he grabbed directly towards the Demon Holy Sword.
Before everyone could come to their senses, the Demonic Sword was already in Mo Wentian's hand.
With the power of the soul swept away, the mark of the soul left by Lu Yan on the Demonic Sword was directly erased by Mo Wentian.
There is no longer any connection between Lu Yan and this Demonic Sword.
"How can this be?"
Lu Yan's eyes were full of disbelief.
A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was extremely pale.
"The sword passed down by the demon clan is indeed pretty good!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian held the Demonic Sword in his hand and slashed towards Lu Yan's side.