"For you?"
"Boy, I will kill you today to avenge my son!
"Demon Holy Cauldron: Suppression!"
Lu Yan looked at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes was extremely terrifying, and he said sadly.
"It's ridiculous to want to kill me with this cauldron!"
A cold voice sounded.
Mo Wentian's figure appeared in front of Lu Yan in one step. Looking at Lu Yan, Mo Wentian had a sneer on his face.
"Boy, die!"
Lu Yan looked at the sneer on Mo Wentian's lips, and the killing intent in his eyes suddenly surged.
Leng shouted and smashed the Demon Saint Cauldron directly towards Mo Wentian in front of him.
"Time Roulette!"
"Get out of my way!"
Seeing the huge cauldron, which was a hundred feet in size in the void, coming to suppress it, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
With a cold shout, the time roulette appeared in Mo Wentian's hand again.
Seeing the time roulette reappearing in the void, Lu Yan's expression suddenly changed.
It was this time roulette just now that prevented his Demonic Sword from hitting Mo Wentian, and also allowed Mo Wentian to take away his Demonic Sword.
The next moment, Lu Yan's mind moved and he quickly put away the Demon Saint Cauldron, turning it into a palm-sized size and spinning it in his hand.
"Boy, if you have the ability, put this roulette away for me and fight with me!"
As if he remembered something, Lu Yan looked at Mo Wentian and said with a cold glint in his eyes.
"keep it?"
"You have your artifact, and I also use the artifact. Why should I put the artifact away?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said indifferently.
How could Mo Wentian not understand the meaning of Lu Yan's words? Especially Lu Yan's reaction after seeing the time wheel completely revealed the fear in his heart.
"That's right, this demon king has used two artifacts at the peak of the king's level. What's more, he is still a strong man in the late stage of the Heavenly King. Why doesn't he let Mo Wentian, a warrior in the late stage of the Heavenly King, use the artifact!"
"Can't you see this? This is the magic weapon that the Demon King is afraid of, Mo Wentian!"
"The demon king of the majestic demon clan is really shameless. Even if he is fighting the king of heaven, he still refuses to let Mo Wentian use the divine weapon. This is simply shameless!"
"Face? Do people from the demon clan have faces? I'm afraid they don't know what a face is, right?"
…
Thousands of feet away, disciples from other races in the ancient ruins began to discuss.
"Boy, don't you have any courage?"
Listening to the discussions, Lu Yan's eyes became colder and colder.
But the next moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he took a step forward.
"Noisy!"
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, so go to hell!"
Leng shouted and saw the time roulette rapidly increasing in Mo Wentian's hands.
In just a few breaths, it had already grown to a size of a hundred feet, and in the next moment, it was heading directly towards Luyan.
"Demon Holy Cauldron, block it!"
It's not that Lu Yan doesn't know how powerful the time roulette is.
Seeing Mo Wentian's time roulette heading towards direct suppression, Lu Yan quickly shouted coldly.
The next moment, the Demon Saint Cauldron in his hand also suddenly surged, and the mysterious divine patterns on the Demon Saint Cauldron also lit up instantly.
Lu Yan held the giant cauldron in his hand and stood directly in front of Zhi Jian.
"Want to hide in there and not come out?"
"Do you think your Demonic Cauldron is very strong?"
Seeing Lu Yan hiding behind the Demon Saint Cauldron, Mo Wentian curled up into a sneer, his face full of disdain.
There is no doubt that Lu Yan is really afraid of the time roulette.
"Boy, what do you want to do?"
"My Demon Saint Cauldron is even the sharpest artifact of the King-level Consummation. It can't even break through my defense. Do you still want to use your time wheel to break through it?"
Hearing this, a cold light flashed in Lu Yan's eyes.
Immediately, he seemed to remember something and said confidently.
"Old dog Lu Yan, have you forgotten that my time roulette is an imperial artifact!"
"What's more, if I want to break through your defense, why do you need Time Roulette to take action?"
Mo Wentian's extremely arrogant voice resounded in the void.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
"Boy, if you have the ability, come out to me!"
"What's the point of hiding like this?"
Seeing Mo Wentian's figure disappear, Lu Yan thought that Mo Wentian had escaped and let go of his voice.
But for some reason, after saying this, Lu Yan had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Where did Mo Wentian go? Why did I disappear in the blink of an eye just now!"
"He won't want to repeat his old tricks, remember he did this just now and took away the Demon King's Demonic Sword!"
"I think it's very possible!"
"This kid Mo Wentian is too weird, he's scary!"
"I think the Demon King met Mo Wentian and encountered a tough situation. Not to mention the loss of so many beauties this time, I think he will probably leave it in Mo Wentian's hands!"
…
As Mo Wentian's figure disappeared, the crowd exploded again.
"Who said this emperor is going to hide?"
"This emperor just wants to take a step closer to destroying your Demonic Saint Cauldron!"
At this moment, a cold and arrogant voice resounded in the void.
Hearing this, everyone looked towards the void and saw Mo Wentian's figure appearing behind Lu Yan.
"The Demon Saint Cauldron and the Demon Saint Sword are good partners, how could I be so cruel as to let them separate!"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said indifferently.
"Mo Wentian, you..."
Mo Wentian's arrogant words came to his ears again, and Lu Yan came back to his senses.
He was about to say something full, but before he could finish his words, he clearly felt that a dangerous aura was spreading towards Jia Jian.
"Get out of my way!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian formed a fist with his palm and punched directly towards Lu Yan in front of him.
Lu Yan showed no signs of guarding, and was punched hard in the chest by Mo Wentian.
"boom… "
The next moment, Lu Yan's body flew backwards, stirring up dust all over the ground.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Lu Yan's mouth.
Mo Wentian's punch only used 30% of the force. His punch was not intended to kill Lu Yan.
I just want to blast him away so that he can take away the Demon Saint Cauldron.
As for Lu Yan flying backwards and vomiting blood, it was more of internal injuries caused by the anger.
"What's going on? Why did the Demon King fly upside down to the early stage!"
"This is impossible. The power of Mo Wentian's punch just now was only that of an ordinary late-stage Heavenly King. Lord Demon King, a strong person in the late-stage Heavenly King, won't be injured, right?"
"That's right, the disparity in power between the late Heavenly King and the late Heavenly King is huge!"
"Is it true that Lord Demon King can't defeat this boy Mo Wentian?"
…
The demon disciples looked at this scene and couldn't help but started talking.
Even though Lu Yan was at a disadvantage, their trust in Lu Yan was unquestionable.
The figures looked at Lu Yan with admiration mixed with worry.