"Boss, are you really going to kill this old dog?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's slightly confused voice came.
"Kill him?"
"It is true that he wants to kill him, but now is not the time. Tianhu is still in his hands. I don't know what Tianhu's condition is now?"
"You can't kill him until he hands over Tianhu!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with an extremely cold light, and he said in a cold voice.
Looking at this scene, Lu Yan's body couldn't help but tremble.
Even a warrior in the realm of the Heavenly King would not dare to directly resist the sword strike he made just now.
But Mo Wentian, a warrior in the later stage of Tianjun, not only resisted directly, but also took away his Demonic Holy Sword. However, within one hundred thousandth of a breath, even the soul mark on the Demonic Holy Sword was lost. Erased.
Even at this moment, Lu Yan had forgotten that he was a strong man in the late stage of Heavenly King, and the Mo Wentian in front of him was only in the late stage of Cai Tianjun.
Facing Mo Wentian's slashing sword, his face was filled with shock and he even forgot to take action.
"Rumble..."
A violent explosion sounded, and a sword mark hundreds of feet long appeared on Lu Yan's side.
From a distance, it looks terrifying.
"The power of this sword is so terrifying!"
"This kid Mo Wentian, doesn't he really want to kill the Demon King?"
"The Demon King is a powerful person in the late stage of the Heavenly King. It is impossible for Mo Wentian, the late Heavenly King, to kill the Demon King!"
…
Looking at the terrifying sword marks, the figures outside the demon clan had expressions of shock on their faces.
"Old dog Lu Yan, I will give you a chance today!"
"Hand over Tianhu honestly, and I will be merciful and spare your life!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian looked at Lu Yan, his eyes full of coldness and arrogance.
"Mo Wentian, do you still want that woman?"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Lu Yan came back to his senses, looked at Mo Wentian, and laughed wildly.
"Old bastard, what did you do to Tianhu?"
Seeing Lu Yan's expression, Mo Wentian couldn't help but have a bad premonition in his heart, and shouted coldly.
It’s because of him that Tianhu followed him to this ancient ruins, and it’s because of him that he stayed in the Nine Nether Clan’s Celestial City to guard...
If something happened to Tianhu, Mo Wentian would not forgive himself.
The next moment, he took a step forward and came directly to Lu Yan.
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian grabbed Lu Yan, who was laughing wildly, with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Boy, are you angry?"
"Could it be that you want to kill me?"
"If you kill me, you will never see that woman again in your life!"
For some reason, seeing Mo Wentian looking so nervous and angry, he said sadly.
Lu Yan seemed to be sure that Mo Wentian would never kill Tianhu before he saw him.
"Boss, this old dog is simply too arrogant!"
"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of you, let me beat him to death!"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said with a fierce look on his face.
"I don't even know the whereabouts of Sky Fox. This old fox is extremely cunning!"
"If we kill him, where will I find Tianhu?"
A cold voice sounded in Xiaojiao's mind.
Mo Wentian looked into the void, with an extremely cold light rising in his eyes.
"Boss, if this old bastard doesn't talk about it, what will we do?"
Xiaojiao's eyes were full of doubts and he said in a deep voice again.
"what to do?"
"If he doesn't say it, I have a way to make him say it!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light and he said coldly.
"Fan Zeng, does this old bastard have anyone he cares about and values the most?"
As if remembering something, Mo Wentian looked at Fan Zeng in front of him and said coldly.
"Reporting to the master, what this old bastard values most is his old sweetheart, the daughter of the great elder of the demon clan!"
Fan Zeng was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and said respectfully.
"Go and capture all the people this old bastard values most for me!"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said coldly.
"Yes, Master!"
Fan Zeng bowed slightly and stood up.
The next moment, the figure flashed and headed towards the highest palace of the demon clan.
"Fan Zeng, come back here!"
"Mo Wentian, what do you want to do?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, especially seeing Fan Zeng's figure heading towards the highest palace, Lu Yan's eyes flashed crazily.
Lu Yan was not unaware of Mo Wentian's rumors and methods.
At this moment, he was really scared!
The daughter of the great elder of the demon clan was someone he had loved for many years. In his heart, it held much more weight than his own son, Lu Fengqing.
"What do I want to do?"
"You'll find out soon enough!"
The curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense, and the eyes looking at Lu Yan were radiating an icy chill.
"Boy, if you do anything to my Ru'er, I, Lu Yan, promise that you will never find your woman again in this life!"
Lu Yan looked at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes undisguised.
"You can try!"
Seeing Lu Yan's appearance, Mo Wentian became calm, but his deep voice was full of chill.
"Why did Fan Zeng go towards the palace where the great elder is?"
"How is this going?"
"I just heard Mo Wentian saying that he wanted to capture the person the Demon King cares about most!"
"It seems that all the beauties hidden in the golden house of Lord Demon King are about to be caught. Among the demons, this time they will be embarrassed!"
…
Seeing Fan Zeng's figure disappear, it took everyone a while to come back to their senses.
The next moment, there was an explosion in the crowd. Everyone had different expressions, but most people's faces turned red.
It is indeed normal for the devil king, the demon king, one of the top powerful kings in the ancient ruins, to have a few beauties hidden in the golden house.
But if they are all found and displayed in front of people of all major races, this is another matter.
A quarter of an hour later, Fan Zeng appeared in front of Mo Wentian with several light figures in his hands.
"Master, bring all the people you want!"
Fan Zeng looked at Mo Wentian and said respectfully.
"Yes, Not Bad!"
Mo Wentian glanced at it and nodded slightly.
Fan Zeng was seen holding ten women of different styles in his two hands.
These women are beautiful, but they are too vulgar.
When these women were placed in front of Mo Wentian, he didn't even bother to look at them.
"Boy, what do you want to do?"
"Hurry up and let them go!"
Lu Yan looked at the figures appearing one after another, his expression changed drastically, and he said coldly.
"What do I want to do?"
"I am not a good-tempered person. I will give you ten breaths to think about it!"
"There are exactly ten people here. Each breath kills one, just right!"
Mo Wentian looked at Lu Yan in front of him, his eyes flashing with coldness, and his deep voice was extremely cold.