Now two more warriors from the late stage of Heavenly Kings came, and Xiaojiao's eyes flickered with cold light.
"Owner!"
"Owner!"
"Boss!"
…
Looking at the two figures coming from the void, Duan Fan, Fan Zeng, Demon King and others quickly stepped forward and stood behind Mo Wentian.
There was an extremely cold light in the eyes of Xiaojiao and Huantian.
"Greetings to Ancestor Fire!"
"Greetings to Ancestor Bing!"
Lu Yuan looked at the two figures, his eyes were filled with joy, and then he quickly stepped forward and saluted them.
That look was as respectful as he could be.
"Ancestor Fire? Ancestor Ice?"
"Aren't these two the oldest monsters among the demon clan?"
"Yes, it is said that ten thousand years ago, the cultivation of these two people has reached the late stage of the king of heaven. Now that ten thousand years have passed, the cultivation of these two people must be terrifying!"
"This kid Mo Wentian looks like he's in trouble!"
…
One after another figures looked at Ancestor Fire and Ancestor Ice, their eyes full of surprise.
"Lu Yuan, what happened? You came out to disturb our Qingxiu!"
In front of the demon city gate, a figure stepped forward and appeared directly in front of the city gate.
The cold energy on this man's body was terrifying, but the other old man next to him was covered in fiery red, and even his skin was a fiery red color.
"The two ancestors, Lu Yuan, had no choice but to disturb the two ancestors' Qingxiu!"
Lu Yuan looked at the two people and quickly saluted again, with a respectful look on his face.
"Um!"
"What's the matter? Come and let us two listen!"
There was a flash of coldness in the eyes of the two old men, and finally their eyes fell on Lu Yuan's broken arm, and they said coldly.
"Reporting to our ancestors, it's Mo Wentian, this kid!"
"It was Mo Wentian who killed the Demon King of my Demon Clan, as well as the Demon King's son, my daughter..."
Lu Yuan looked at Mo Wentian, the cold light in his eyes was terrifying, and then he said in a deep voice.
"Mo Wentian?"
Hearing this, the two ancestors Binghuo quickly looked towards Mo Wentian who was not far away.
"Boom!"
As the two elders watched, Mo Wentian seemed to see a sea of fire and an iceberg crashing towards him at the same time.
That terrifying power seemed to smash Mo Wentian into pieces!
"A spirit of two hundred feet also wants to suppress this emperor?"
In the void, Mo Wentian looked at the two demon ancestors, Bing Huo, not far away, with disdain in his eyes.
The next moment, Mo Wentian unfolded his soul, and the soul surged instantly, and vast and boundless auras came out violently.
"Bump!"
There seemed to be collision sounds in the void.
The bodies of the two demon clan ancestors, Binghuo and Binghuo, were shaken for an instant, and the next moment, they retreated instantly.
Seeing the two figures in the void retreating, Mo Wentian looked at the two old men with a face full of teasing.
"What a strong aura!"
"That kid Mo Wentian didn't do anything, but I'm afraid why it feels like my soul is about to shatter!"
“Is this kid’s soul also terrifying?”
"I feel like I can't bear it anymore, retreat!"
…
Mo Wentian spread the power of his soul one after another. Within a hundred feet, some warriors with lower cultivation levels could not hold on, and traces of blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.
Most of the warriors' faces were also extremely pale.
Even if a warrior in the realm of the Heavenly King reaches the perfection of the Heavenly King, his soul is only two hundred feet long.
But Mo Wentian, his soul has reached two hundred and fifty feet. Although the difference is only fifty feet, there is a huge difference in strength.
"What a powerful soul!"
The two ancestors, Ice and Fire, looked at each other, and the light in their eyes soared.
The two of them saw that Mo Wentian was in the state of perfecting the Caitianjun. They originally wanted to suppress Mo Wentian with their souls, but they were too lazy to take action.
But they didn't expect that Mo Wentian's soul would be stronger than them.
Although there is only a fifty-foot difference, for them, this fifty-foot difference may not be able to be condensed in their lifetime.
If their souls hadn't receded so quickly, they would have been seriously injured by Mo Wentian's terrifying soul.
"Two old dogs, in front of this emperor, actually want to use their souls to suppress them!"
"How ridiculous!"
Mo Wentian looked at the two ancestors, Binghuo, with a terrifying and terrifying light in his eyes.
"receive!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian gave a cold shout and took his soul back.
Although Mo Wentian's soul was only two hundred and fifty feet long, the two hundred and fifty feet of soul was already equivalent to the soul that could only be condensed by a warrior in the realm of the Emperor.
"Boy, are you the one who killed the demon king of my demon clan?"
At this moment, Elder Huo's eyes flickered with cold light. He looked at Mo Wentian and asked coldly.
"That's right, it was me who killed him!"
"Not just the old devil king, but also the second elder, the fourth elder, and their daughter..."
"They all died in the hands of this emperor!"
Mo Wentian's voice was indifferent.
It was as if Mo Wentian didn't care at all about killing these people.
"Heavenly Lord is perfect!"
The two ancestors, Ice and Fire, once again explored Mo Wentian's cultivation, with a cold glint in their eyes.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body was only at the level of Tianjun's perfection. They checked it several times and found that it was all at Tianjun's level of perfection.
In their eyes, it would not be an exaggeration to call this kind of cultivation a scumbag.
"Demon King Lu Yan is not much worse than us!"
"Boy, you are only in the perfection state of Cai Tianjun. You can kill him by yourself. Is this impossible?"
The eyes of the two ancestors, Binghuo, were filled with disbelief.
They did not believe that Mo Wentian, the Heavenly King, could kill the Demon King Lu Yan in the late Heavenly King stage just by virtue of his perfect cultivation.
But they didn’t know that when Mo Wentian fought with the Demon King Lu Yan, his cultivation level was no higher than that of Cai Tianjun in the late stage. If they knew, Mo Wentian fought with the late stage of Tianjun in the late stage of Tianwang, and even defeated Lu Yan. killed.
They must be shocked!
"The two ancestors of Ice and Fire are..."
"It's true, it's him. He was the one who killed the Demon King of my Demon Clan and made the most talented disciple of my Demon Clan surrender to his hands."
Looking at the two ancestors Binghuo, Lu Yuan's eyes flashed with coldness and he said respectfully.
"Fan Zeng?"
Hearing this, the eyes of the two elders Binghuo suddenly turned cold, and then their eyes fell on Fan Zeng who was not far away.
"Old bastard, stop looking, he is also my dog!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and an evil smile spread across his face.
"Your dog?"
In the eyes of the two ancestors, Binghuo, a murderous intention instantly rose.
The first genius disciple of his demon clan is now Mo Wentian’s dog. This is a shame. This is definitely a shame among the demon clan!
Fan Zeng's cultivation talent is enough to rank among the top three in the entire ancient ruins. This has always been the pride of his demon clan.
But now, this pride has become a shame among the demon clan!
"Master, what this old bastard says is so unpleasant!"
"Let me teach him a lesson!"
At this moment, Fan Zeng stepped forward, looked at Mo Wentian, and said respectfully.
"There's no need to teach you a lesson, it's a waste of energy!"
"Leave these two old dogs to me. I want to play with them!"
A cold voice sounded, and the curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.