In less than a few breaths, the time roulette has skyrocketed to a size of a hundred feet.
Without the slightest hesitation, the hundred-foot-sized time wheel quickly moved toward the flaming scimitar.
"kill!"
The murderous intent in Patriarch Huo's eyes was extremely terrifying.
"die!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were also extremely cold.
"Qiang Qiang..."
The next moment, a metallic collision sound was heard.
In the astonished looks of countless warriors, Mo Wentian's time roulette collided with Patriarch Huo's flaming scimitar.
The time roulette trembled slightly.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spit out from Mo Wentian's mouth again.
Even though the Time Roulette was blocking the way, the terrifying power of the flames from the late Heavenly King still invaded Mo Wentian's body.
Mo Wentian's body flew out directly, and there was no trace of blood on his face.
But the next moment, a bright light shone in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss!"
"Boss, are you okay?"
"Owner!"
…
Xiaojiao and others quickly appeared beside Mo Wentian, looking at Mo Wentian with worried expressions on their faces.
"I'm fine!"
Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and said coldly.
"Blocked again?"
"This kid Mo Wentian is too scary. This was Ancestor Fire's full blow, and this kid actually blocked it!"
"In the later stage of Tianjun's successful battle with Tianwang, he blocked three moves in a row and even caused Patriarch Fire to be hurt!"
"If this kid Mo Wentian is allowed to grow up, it seems that sooner or later this ancient ruins will become his Mo Wentian's!"
…
A group of warriors started discussing as they looked at the figure standing proudly in the void.
"Old bastard, how does this Emperor's Time Roulette taste?"
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, he looked at Patriarch Huo and said coldly.
"How does Time Roulette taste?"
"Boy, you... you are so arrogant!"
"Pfft..."
It would have been better if Mo Wentian didn't ask. As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the anger in Patriarch Huo's heart instantly rose, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth as he spoke.
"Old man fire!"
"Ancestor Fire!"
"Ancestor Fire!"
…
Upon seeing this, the Demon Clan's Great Elder and Ice Ancestor flashed and appeared in front of Fire Ancestor.
"Old man Bing, join me and kill this guy Mo Wentian!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Patriarch Huo stood up and said coldly.
I couldn't explain why, but looking at Mo Wentian in front of me, Patriarch Huo felt a bad premonition in his heart.
He had a feeling that if he continued to stand with Mo Wentian, he would be the one who fell in the end.
"Old dog, you are so kind!"
"It's enough to complete the battle with the Heavenly King in the late stage of Heavenly King. Now you actually want to join forces with an old bastard like Old Man Bing and two strong men in the late stage of Heavenly King to fight against my boss. Do you know how to write the word "face"?"
At this moment, Xiao Jiao looked at Old Man Huo with a fierce look on his face and said coldly.
"It's too unfair for two heavenly kings to compete with the heavenly king in the later stage!"
"How is this unfair? This is simply shameless!"
"The people of the Demon Clan have never known what a face is. With a Heavenly King fighting a Heavenly King, and two Heavenly Kings together, I really don't know how the Demon Clan is the second most powerful force in the ancient ruins?"
"Do I need to say this? It must be because of my shame!"
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Outside the gate of the demon city, countless warriors looked at the two ancestors, Binghuo, with looks of disgust on their faces.
"Mo Wentian, you can't control your beast but it makes noises. I will teach you a lesson today!"
As the voices of discussion came to his ears, Patriarch Huo looked at Xiaojiao with a terrifying murderous intention in his eyes, and his voice was even colder.
If it weren't for Xiao Jiao, how could it arouse everyone's disgust and contempt.
He is the ancestor of the second-ranked demon clan in the ancient ruins. With such a status and such obedience, how can he be ridiculed by a group of ants
Now, Ancestor Huo blames all this on Xiao Jiao.
"brute?"
"Old bastard, today I will let you, Grandpa Jiao, know how powerful I am!"
Hearing this, the little dragon figure directly transformed into a divine dragon, looked at Ancestor Fire, and said coldly.
What Xiaojiao hates most in his life is that others call him a beast and a little snake. Now that Patriarch Fire calls him both, how can Xiaojiao tolerate it.
"Little Jiao, step back!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly and he said coldly.
"Boss, let me take action and deal with this old bastard!"
Xiaojiao's expression changed instantly and he said in a deep voice.
"Back off!"
"With your current fighting power, you are no match for this old dog!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and said coldly again.
Mo Wentian is very clear about Xiaojiao's fighting power. Although Xiaojiao's cultivation has reached the early stage of Heavenly King, it is simply impossible to defeat the late stage of Heavenly King!
Xiaojiao's combat power is at most comparable to the mid-level King of Heaven.
It would not be an exaggeration to call the mid-stage Heavenly King's combat power a scumbag in front of the strong men in the late-stage Heavenly King stage.
If Patriarch Huo's full-force blow just now had hit the dragon's body of a hundred feet, the little dragon would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.
"Boss..."
Xiao Jiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he looked at Mo Wentian's determined look, Xiao Jiao finally said nothing.
The next moment, the figure flashed and transformed into a small snake, landing not far from Mo Wentian.
"Old bastard, it seems you don't dare to fight me anymore!"
"In that case, then get out of this emperor's way, get out of this demon clan, and get out of the ancient ruins!"
The next moment, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, he looked at Patriarch Huo not far away, and said with a cold expression on his face.
Having said that, how could Mo Wentian really let them go? Letting them go would be equivalent to setting a time bomb for Mo Wentian and the Heaven-Eating Kingdom he would establish in the ancient ruins in the future.
Mo Wentian said this just to make them lose face.
For a person like him who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, reputation is extremely important.
"Don't you dare?"
"roll?"
Hearing this, Old Man Huo's hands instantly clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white.
The burning anger in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"This kid Mo Wentian is so arrogant, he actually told Ancestor Huo to get lost!"
"A strong man in the late stage of the Heavenly King is scolded by a small late stage Heavenly King to get out. Who can swallow this tone?"
"It seems that Ancestor Fire is going to use a trick!"
"It is rumored that Ancestor Fire not only has the flaming scimitar, a king-level artifact, but also the flaming divine hammer. The power of the flaming divine hammer is extremely violent!"
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Hearing Mo Wentian's cold shout, the crowd instantly exploded.
The figures looked at the fiery red figure in the void, their eyes full of anticipation.