Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 1584: The Last Scream

The surface of the demon war is indeed no injuries, but the mind of the demon war is hurt by the power of Mo Wentian's soul.

In fact, if it wasn't for the pride of the magic war, he wouldn't have looked at him.

Relying on the spirits of Moba Tianbazhang, it is impossible to enter the minds of the magic wars, the minds of the souls cannot be destroyed, and the spirits of the soul destroyers will not hurt the minds of the magic wars.

"puff……"

Mo Wentian didn't say anything about the magic war, Mo Motian said something, and the magic war felt an instant tremor.

The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth as well.

"Boy, you ..."

"This ... is this impossible?"

Feeling the injury in his heart, Mo Zhan looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of magnificent colors.

Especially when he probed into the depths of his mind and was already wounded by Mo Wentian's soul-slayer sword at this moment, the dark eyes of the magic battle could not help but widen.

"Ask the Lord, are you okay?"

Watching Mo Wentian stood up, Ji Wujing also quickly stood up, a little worried.

Although Mo Wentian's strength is very good, but Mo Wentian's cultivation is really bad.

In the early days of the emperor, if this was the demon battle at its peak, if you want to cut and kill Mo Wentian, you don't need to move a lot, one finger is enough to kill!

"I'm fine!"

Mo Wentian smiled slightly at Ji Wujing.

"I'm fine?"

"Isn't senior Shenzhu saying that I am a protoss? And this town's pagoda is an artifact dedicated to killing protoss. Why am I hurt by this town's pagoda, but only physically?

The next moment, it seemed to be remembering something, Mo Wentian's brow frowned slightly.

"Buzz ..."

At this moment, in the Tiange, a wave of fluctuations came.

Immediately, a figure appeared in Wentiange.

This figure is exactly the old man of Mo Zhutian who is extremely familiar.

"Boy, you don't need to worry about these things, you will know when you should know!"

"As for now, the most important thing for you is to solve this magic battle!"

"Don't look at this magic war being hurt by you, but if you don't hit the iron while hot and give him a chance to breathe, his strength will slowly recover. By then, you and Ji Xiaozi can't solve it!"

In the eyes of the old man of the **** bead, a ray of light passed, suppressing the way of voice.

"Thank you for reminding Senior Pearl!"

Listening to the old man of Shenzhu, Mo Wentian instantly understood.

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't even think about his identity, but put all his attention on dealing with magic wars.

"Nothing is impossible!"

"Old miscellaneous, today is your death!"

Immediately, Mo Wentian flashed a light in his eyes, looked at the magic battle, and said with arrogance.

That looks as if it is the Supreme King of the Ancients.

"Yes!"

"Magic battle, today is your death, but it is a pity that you died so early!"

Ji Wujing's expression also froze coldly, and said savagely.

"Pity?"

I heard that the heart of the magic war was full of puzzles.

"Old miscellaneous, you are dead today, then you can't see the day when my heavenly world destroys your world of heavenly magic, and you can't see your countless disciples of heavenly world, become slaves of my heavenly world ...

Ji Wujing's voice was extremely cold.

At the same time, an extremely cold chill spread from Ji Wujing's body.

The coldness seemed to be able to freeze people directly.

"Tianxianjie?"

"Heaven?"

"Between the two worlds, it seems to be incompatible!"

Listening to Ji Wujing's remarks, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold mang, his heart secretly gazed up.

Although Mo Wentian didn't know the situation in the heavenly world and heavenly world, but from Ji Wujing's words alone, you can hear that heavenly world and heavenly world must be two opposing forces.

"Ji's boy, you are so abominable!"

"Today, you must die!"

At this moment, the demon war listened to Ji Wujing's words, especially when he heard that the disciples in the heavenly demon world were to become slaves of the disciples in the heavenly demon world, the rolling magic power of the demon war was even more immense.

The next moment, the magic battle was again hitting countless marks on the town **** tower.

It was only the magic war at this moment, but he did not go to Mo Motian, but headed for Ji Wujing.

"This old mess is, after all, about to die on his arrogance!"

Looking at the magic battle directly toward Ji Wujing, he didn't care about him at all, and Mo Wentian's heart raised a hint of joy.

The soul-slaying sword secretly casts a shadow, Mo Wentian's figure flashes, holding the Devouring Sword of God, directly towards the demon battle.

At the moment, Ji Wujing, watching Mo Wentian's attack on the magic battle behind his eyes, the light in his eyes also skyrocketed.

"Soul Killer!"

"Old miscellaneous, let's die!"

With a swift sip, Ji Wujing hit countless Indian tactics.

The countless seals formed a gigantic extermination character in the void, and fell towards the magic battle.

This time, Ji Wujing did his best.

Unable to say why, looking at Mo Wentian, who followed closely behind the battle, Ji Wujing had a strong hunch in his heart.

This is an opportunity, a good opportunity to kill the devil!

"dead!"

In the eyes of the Demon War, the killing intention is terrible.

Zhenshen Tower, fell towards Ji Wujing momentarily.

The magic battle at this moment, full of confidence in his heart, he has full confidence, Ji Wujing under his town's **** tower, will undoubtedly die.

As for Mo Wentian, who followed him behind, he was roused by Ji Wujing's monstrous anger. He didn't pay attention to Mo Wentian at all.

"Hmm ..."

And just when he thought that his town **** tower would fall, Ji Wujing would surely die.

"what……"

"Do not……"

...

The demon war screamed suddenly.

Demon looked at his chest with an incredible face, and saw his chest. At this moment, it had been penetrated by Mo Wentian's Devouring Sword.

"Tear ..."

The next moment, Mo Wentian slid down with his hand holding the Devouring Sword, and went straight from the chest of the magic war toward his belly.

Where the Devouring Sword passed, the billowing magical energy instantly dissipated.

The phantom of the demon battle, where the Devourer Sword passed, also became illusory.

However, for a few breaths, Mo Wen disappeared from where Tian Tian Sword passed.

"This ... this is impossible!"

"How could I die in the hands of an emperor's early kid!"

"Do not……"

...

A roar sounded.

This is also the final sound of the magic battle.

"Buzz ..."

Just as the sound of the magic war came to an abrupt halt, in the void, even the extremely dark and magical spirit disappeared instantly.