"Then it seems you chose the first one!"
"If that's the case, then I can't blame this emperor!"
Listening to Qi Yun's words, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and nine identical Mo Wentians appeared in the void.
Immediately, nine Mo Wentian figures flashed, and eighty-one Mo Wentian figures appeared in the void.
The auras of those eighty-one Mo Wentians were all exactly the same, with no difference at all visible.
"this… "
"What a weird movement!"
"It turned out to be eighty-one clones. This is too scary!"
"Isn't this boy's cultivation at the level of the perfect Tianjun? But the aura on his body seems to have surpassed that of Tianjun!"
…
Looking at the eighty-one Mo Wentian and Beast Clan disciples standing proudly in the void, their eyes were filled with astonishment.
"The Heaven-Eating Sword Technique: Sword Breaks the Sky!"
"You ants, get on your way!"
A cold voice sounded, and a divine sword appeared in the hands of eighty-one Mo Wentian.
The divine sword seemed ordinary and unnecessary, but the aura exuding from it seemed to be extraordinary.
"Boss, are you going to kill them all?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's slightly anxious voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.
"Qi Yun, this kid feels so good about himself!"
"If I don't take action to give him some color, it seems that he will not agree to my conditions!"
"In that case, I will give him some color."
A cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he sent a message to Xiaojiao.
"Boss..."
Hearing this, Xiaojiao wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
"go to hell!"
With a cold shout, he saw in the void, eighty-one Mo Wentian holding the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, heading towards a group of beast clan disciples to kill them.
"Does this kid want to kill us?"
"The power of this divine sword is so powerful!"
"No, retreat!"
"retreat!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian heading towards him to kill him, a group of beast clan disciples came to their senses and subconsciously retreated.
"You still want to escape in front of this emperor?"
"go to hell!"
Mo Wentian looked at the group of beast disciples who were running away like crazy, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more terrifying.
The next moment, eighty-one Mo Wentian struck out with his sword.
Following Mo Wentian's sword move, the void began to tremble violently, as if a hole was about to be torn open in the void at the next moment.
The billowing sword energy was vibrating, and the aura on Mo Wentian's body came out even more violently.
"ah… "
"Do not kill me!"
"Senior Brother Qi Yun, save me!"
"Senior Brother Qi Yun, let's choose the second one!"
"We agree to your conditions, don't kill me!"
…
Screams and begging for mercy echoed throughout the void.
But Mo Wentian didn't show any emotion at all. He didn't have the slightest favorable impression of the people from the beast tribe.
The beast owner, the old bastard, coveted the Sky Fox when he was in the Sword God Continent, which made Mo Wentian feel very unhappy.
And when they came to the ancient ruins, this old bastard of the beast race actually sent people to kill him many times.
In Mo Wentian's heart, there are only two kinds of people, one is his own people, and the other is his enemies.
When it comes to his own people, Mo Wentian is not stingy, and when it comes to his enemies, Mo Wentian will not show mercy at all.
"ah… "
"No… "
…
As Mo Wentian took action with his sword, the screams stopped abruptly.
Just the next moment, a strong smell of blood quickly filled the void.
The ones Mo Wentian took action this time were all the disciples with the worst cultivation among the beast clan.
For those disciples with better cultivation, it is still useful for Mo Wentian to keep him.
But even if they are disciples with poor cultivation, they are still in the late stage of Tianjun. A perfect Tianjun can kill five hundred disciples in the late stage of Tianjun. This is enough to make the remaining beast disciples and Qi Yun was shocked.
"This cultivation level is really bad!"
Mo Wentian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword and said with disdain.
"Is your cultivation too poor?"
"Mo Wentian, you..."
"You actually killed five hundred disciples of my beast clan. Just wait, I, Qi Yun, will not let you go!"
Mo Wentian's voice reached his ears, and Qi Yun came back to his senses.
Looking at the corpses split in half on the ground, Qi Yun's eyes flickered with coldness. He swallowed and pretended to be calm.
Even he cannot kill all the disciples of the late Five Hundred Heavenly Lords with one move!
But Mo Wentian, who was just a perfect warrior of Tianjun, actually killed him with just one shot.
For some reason, Qi Yun had a bad premonition in his heart.
That premonition told him to leave the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom as soon as possible.
"Phantom!"
The next moment, Qi Yun shouted coldly, unfolded his body skills, and headed towards the direction of the orcs.
"Qi Yun, since you have come to my Heaven Devouring Kingdom, do you think you can leave without my permission?"
Mo Wentian watched Qi Yun escape, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and a cold and sarcastic voice resounded in the void.
"What? Senior Brother Qi Yun is leaving us and running away?"
"How could Senior Brother Qi Yun do this!"
"Senior Brother Qi Yun has escaped, so if we stay here, we will only die!"
"Go quickly!"
"Walk!"
…
After listening to Mo Wentian's words, the disciples of the Beast Clan came back to their senses instantly, quickly spread out their body skills one by one, and fled in the direction of the Beast Clan.
"You bunch of ants, do you still want to escape in front of me, your little Grandpa Jiao?"
"Ice Dragon, reveal your true form and trap all these ants in a circle for me."
Xiao Jiao looked at the group of beast disciples, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he asked Binglong Leng when he could give instructions.
"Yes, Lord Dragon King!"
Binglong said quickly and respectfully without any hesitation.
"Hoho..."
The next moment, a small snake-like ice dragon was seen, its body rapidly swelled, and in just a few breaths, it had already swelled to the size of a thousand feet.
The figure of the little dragon also surged to the size of a hundred feet.
In the void, a hundred-foot-sized divine dragon shimmered with dazzling golden light, while another thousand-foot-sized dragon was exuding a cold chill.
"What's this?"
"Aren't these the two little snakes next to Mo Wentian?"
"How can the little snake be so big? This is obviously a peerless dragon!"
"Shenlong? This is just a little reptile in the late stage of Heavenly King!"
"Look, that dragon is even more powerful than this one. His body has already reached a thousand feet!"
…
A group of beast clan disciples exploded instantly when they saw the figures of Xiaojiao and Ice Dragon.