The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

As soon as Huang Tang waved his hand, all the information about Mo Yan was printed in You Wen's mind. Of course, the information about the wild ancient emperor was hidden.

You wen passed one side in my mind and found that Mo Yan was just a man in purple sky.

He is now in the purple heaven realm. When it comes to cultivation, every small realm is overwhelming. Moreover, as a barbarian, he has more cards than ordinary people. It's easy to deal with such a person.

"Don't worry, my Lord. I will definitely raise his head." You wen respectfully way.

"Don't forget... That woman's life, too." Huang Tang finally gave an advice.

The blood of the ancient barbarian emperor is directly cut off here.

At that time, their father and son will be worthy of the uncrowned king of the wasteland.

You wen nodded and agreed, and left.

Mo Yan is with ziqianmo. Oh, he moves the Qi family's body back to the house. He suddenly feels an unusual breath. Then he looks up at the distance, looks dignified, and says, "someone's coming. It's a barbarian."

Ziqianmo chuckled: "I said that the purpose of their doing this must be for us, so they can wait here, right?"

"Not quite right.",

Mo Yan is confused: "the people who come here are not so strong."

"If I remember correctly, the breath we detected just now has at least the highest cultivation of purple heaven. It should be the people from the wasteland you said."

Ziqianmo also looked up at the horizon, this time the visitor did not hide the breath, even she was aware of the ancient atmosphere.

"Not him." Mo Yan firmly said, but did not relax vigilance.

The breath came quickly, and it didn't take long for it to land in the yard. The black fog filled the yard and enveloped the whole yard.

Mo Yan frowned and put a protective border on ziqianmo with his backhand. He pushed it gently: "I'll deal with the affairs of the wasteland. Be careful not to hurt your body. In case you touch their way, you'll be in trouble."

Ziqianmo is bound to enter the border of protection. After thinking about it, what Mo Yan said is reasonable.

The child in her stomach is the first target of the wasteland. Going out now can't help, but it may make trouble. So she turned and hid in the house, and strengthened the protective barrier to ensure that the breath will not penetrate.

Mo Yan saw that ziqianmo was safe, so he turned around and faced the direction of the black air. With a wave of his hand, the palm also sent out a strong black air, attacking in one direction.

A dull sound, should be hit something, shrouded in the courtyard of the black suddenly shrunk, not far away showed a figure.

"It's not bad. It's worthy of being named by the adults to kill Mo Yan. He really has two brushes." You Wen's figure appeared in the courtyard, with a layer of breath and awe inspiring fighting spirit.

"Who are you?"

Mo Yan was alert in his heart, but he didn't show anything on the surface. The breath of this man was far away from what he had perceived before, and the breath of antiquity was not so pure.

He should be from the barbarians.

Sure enough, "I'm the head of youman tribe. I'm here to kill you,