Chapter 1770 One Sword Kills One Person

"Don't think about it!"

With a cold shout, Mo Wentian's speed suddenly increased sharply, but within a few breaths, Mo Wentian's figure had already caught up with the six of them.

In Mo Wentian's hand, what appeared this time was a seal.

This seal is the seal of the dragon.

On the seal of the divine dragon at this moment, there is a phantom of a peerless divine dragon, with dragon power billowing from its body, as if it will come out violently in the next moment.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's aura also rose sharply.

Seen from a distance, Mo Wentian, standing proudly in the void at this moment, looks like an ancient strongman, making people daunting.

At this moment, the bodies of the six people seemed to be a little out of control, and they felt that their knees were a little weak, and they wanted to kneel down to Mo Wentian.

"This kid is really too strong!"

"Yeah, is this kid's cultivation really only in the mid-emperor stage?"

"It's only in the mid-emperor stage? This is impossible? This kid must have hidden his cultivation, otherwise he wouldn't be so terrifying!"

"That's right, this kid must have hidden his cultivation, it's really abominable, he actually hid his cultivation to deal with us!"

"Regardless of whether this kid has hidden cultivation or not, you and I are no match for this kid. I think we'd better get out of here quickly!"

...

Looking at Mo Wentian, who had five pairs of breaths in the void, the six people wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and their figures quickly backed away.

But when they discovered that Mo Wentian's figure was following closely behind, the bad premonition that rose in their hearts surged up instantly.

Not only that, they also felt an incomparably cold chill, which seemed to be full of murderous aura, making their bodies tremble endlessly.

At this moment, even their speed decreased a lot.

"Shenlong Seal!"

"Suppress me!"

The voice of shouting angrily sounded.

With a wave of Mo Wentian's hand, the dragon seal that was slapped down instantly rose into the void.

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian quickly struck out seals one after another on the Shenlong seal.

Following this series of seal formulas, the dragon seal, which was only the size of a palm, rapidly increased.

But in a few breaths, it has already skyrocketed to a size of ten thousand feet.

The ten-thousand-foot-sized Shenlong Seal is like a void, and it is extremely vast when viewed from a distance.

At the same time, an incomparably vast Longwei enveloped the six people.

"Ho Ho..."

The sound of the dragon's chant sounded, and it seemed that even the heavens and the earth were not afraid.

"not good!"

The expressions of the six warriors in the middle stage of Tianzun changed drastically. In the void, there was an aura of death on the incomparably vast seal of the dragon. This aura made the six of them tremble.

"Shenlong Seal, suppress it for me!"

A cold voice sounded.

The dragon seal, which was as large as ten thousand feet in the void, directly suppressed the six people.

"No!"

A miserable voice sounded, and one of the six middle-stage Celestials was directly grabbed by the dragon in the seal of the dragon.

In the astonished eyes of the other five people, the dragon stretched out its sharp claws and directly tore this person to pieces.

"Clatter!"

Blood rain, falling from the void.

The strong man in the mid-stage of Tianzun has fallen!

"No!"

The remaining five warriors in the mid-term of Tianzun were completely frightened.

"Dead, he is dead, we can't continue to fight him here, this kid is a devil, we are no match for him at all!"

"That's right, we have to go, we can't stay here!"

"If we stay here, we will end up like him. We will be torn to pieces, even the soul will be torn to pieces!"

"It's terrible, it's really terrible, I've never seen such a terrible person!"

"We underestimated this kid's strength. We don't want this phantom fruit, so hurry up and leave!"

...

A series of discussions sounded.

The next moment, the remaining five people slapped their chests with one hand.

In an instant, the speed of the five people's bodies increased sharply, and they disappeared quickly.

"Buzz!"

In the void, Mo Wentian's figure appeared.

"Ran?"

A cold light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.

The six Heavenly Venerates are really strong in the mid-term. If Mo Wentian hadn't used the shadow clone, his speed was fast, and it would be really not easy to kill one person.

However, this battle also made Mo Wentian understand that with his current combat strength, it is not difficult to kill a mid-stage Celestial Venerable.

"Boss, the remaining five people are gone, don't you want to chase them?"

And at this moment, in Wentian Pavilion, Xiaojiao's voice came.

"Not chasing?"

"Even if these five people catch up, it's not so easy to kill them. They don't know the identity of the emperor, so let's leave them alive!"

"Moreover, these five people are not people from the outside world, but monsters from the Qitian Mountain Range!"

"If you want to kill them, there is no need to rush at this moment!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes looked in the direction where the five figures disappeared.

The five people, Mo Wentian, had already seen that this was not a martial artist from outside at all, but a monster in the Qitian Mountain Range.

They followed Mo Wentian, that is, they coveted the phantom fruit in Mo Wentian's hands.

They wanted to snatch the phantom fruit from Mo Wentian's hands, but they didn't expect that Mo Wentian was a stubborn stubble, and on the contrary, they could steal chickens without losing money.

"Boss, can we come out?"

And the next moment, as if thinking of something, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice.

"You all come out!"

"This Emperor has just used some power, and needs to restore his cultivation!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and a gleam flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Okay, boss, we will come out to protect you!"

"Ask the Lord of Heaven, I will also protect you!"

...

As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, figures came out of the Wentian Pavilion in an instant, and appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Um!"

Looking at these figures, Mo Wentian hummed lightly and nodded.

Immediately, Mo Wentian sat down cross-legged and fell into cultivation.

An hour later, Mo Wentian woke up from recovery.

"Hoo hoo!"

In Mo Wentian's body, the exhausted aura recovered again. Looking at the distance of Qitian Mountain Range, traces of light flickered in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Boss, your aura has recovered!"

Watching Mo Wentian wake up from his training, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, saying in a deep voice.

"Um!"

"My cultivation has recovered, and it's time for us to go back to the Heaven Devouring God Realm!"

Mo Wentian nodded.

But the next moment, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's expression became serious in an instant, and his voice was extremely cold.

"Walk!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, his figure flashed and disappeared directly into the Qitian Mountain Range.

Seeing this, Xiaojiao, Huantian and others hurriedly followed.

A quarter of an hour later, the figures of Mo Wentian and others appeared in the main hall of the Heaven Devouring God Realm.

"The World Lord is back!"

"The World Lord is back!"

"Meet the World Lord!"

...

Seeing Mo Wentian's arrival, figures rushed up to greet him, their faces full of joy.