Chapter 882: Land War

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Chapter 882: Great War Lu Yan
"This ... is this the legendary time wheel?"
At this moment, Lu Yan looked at the roulette in Mo Wentian's hand, exclaiming with amazement.
"Yes, this is the legendary time wheel!"
"It's your pleasure to die under the wheel of time today!"
Look at the landing rock, Mo Wentian's voice, indifferent.
The next moment, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and that time the roulette grew quickly.
"Booming ..."
The whole world shuddered.
Where the roulette passed, the space shattered directly.
"The power of this roulette!"
"So strong!"
In Lu Yan's eyes, he was extremely skeptical.
He never saw the power of the roulette wheel, but he had a hunch. If the roulette wheel fell towards him, he would probably be as Mo Wentian said.
"It's impossible, this boy's cultivation is the late period of the talented Tianjun!"
"Even if he has time for roulette, he cannot kill me!"
Lu Yan gritted his teeth and stood in place.
A magic sword in his hand appeared, and the magic of the magic sword was billowing. From a distance, it was terrible.
"Magic Sword!"
"kill!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the cold flickered in Lu Yan's eyes, and he drank coldly, and the magic holy sword in his hand swept out.
"Buzz ..."
The sharp sword smashes the void and directly kills Mo Wentian.
"Magic Sword?"
"This is the artifact of the king-level pinnacle inherited from the demons, the magic holy sword?"
"In the later days of the King, plus this king-level pinnacle artifact in hand, it seems that Mo Wentian is really going to be planted in the hands of the devil this time!"
"Mo Wentian miserable!"
...
At the sight of the magic holy sword in the hand of the landing rock, the crowd exploded instantly.
"King's Peak Artifact?"
"In front of the time roulette, that's scum!"
Seeing Landing Rock kill with a sword, Mo Wentian's eyes were cold and arrogant.
The next moment, Mo Wentian waved slightly, and saw that the roulette no longer grew up.
It's just that the roulette is much clearer than the palm-sized divine pattern.
The lines of godliness seem to contain the supreme power between heaven and earth.
"Time Roulette!"
"Time is still!"
A faint voice sounded in the void.
I saw Mo Wentian hit a seal, and then the light on that wheel was skyrocketing.
"Buzz ..."
The next moment, a myriad of mysterious forces spread around Mo Wentian.
"Boy, pretend to be a ghost!"
"dead!"
Looking at the changing scenes in the void, Lu Yan's eyes were so killing.
The magic sword in his hand, without any hesitation, fell directly towards Mowentian.
"Time Roulette, stand still!"
With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a touch of cold mang.
With Mo Wentian's cold drink, the void suddenly quieted for two.
Countless warriors looked up at the void subconsciously.
I saw a terrible breath in the void, spreading from the roulette of time.
"Buzz ..."
The magic holy sword fell towards Mo Wentian instantly.
But just when the magic holy sword was far away from Mo Baitian, the magic holy sword suddenly slowed down.
Slow is like a snail. It was an instantaneous distance, but it seemed to be an inaccessible distance.
"This ... what is this weird thing?"
"That roulette seems to control time?"
"It's terrible!"
"Even if he has that roulette? His cultivation is not good in the late days of the celestial monarch, and it is impossible to defeat the demon master in the late period of the king!"
...
Among the demons, countless disciples of the demons looked at the weird scene in the void.
Slightly hesitated, looking back, Han Man flashing in his eyes.
"what happened?"
"This……"
Lu Yan's face was slightly stunned.
The magic holy sword is still under his control, and the connection is still there, but no matter how he controls, the speed of the magic holy sword is slow and pathetic.
At this speed, I am afraid that the sword will not reach Mo Wentian for several years.
And Mo Wentian, would you wait for a few years with the sword in place!
This is simply impossible!
"Bendi said, too weak!"
Mo Wentian stepped forward step by step, and each step was a distance of ten feet.
But within a breath, Mo Wentian already appeared in front of the Demon Sword.
Looking at this magical gas flashing sword, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of disdainful eyes.
"Ask God, you cheated!"
"You are not Wu Ji at all. What demon method are you doing?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the cold mang flashed in Lu Yan's eyes and shouted loudly.
"Cheat?"
"Demon method?"
"Hahaha ..."
Mo Wentian couldn't help laughing.
What is the demon law?
He has never seen anything that is beyond his horizons and beyond his comprehension, is it called the demon law?
"Yes, Lord Demon is right, this kid must have performed magic!"
"The kid actually performed the magic, and he should be punished heavily!"
"In the presence of Lord Demon, he dared to perform demon art. I don't think Mo Wentian, today is a dead man!"
"Master Devil is the one who hates it the most. Those who practice evil and crooked roads, I see that the kid has completely caused the Lord Devil's anger!"
...
After hearing the words from Landing Rock, countless disciples of the Demons quickly reconciled.
"Dignified Devil and Demon King, such ignorance!"
"Today Mercy tells you mercifully, waiting to make you understand!"
"This is called the law of time. If you control it, you can control time, but the thought will make you die!"
Looking at the landing rock, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a touch of cold mang.
"The law of time?"
"Controlling time, one thought can make people die?"
Lu Yan's face was full of disappointment. He had already tried countless ways, and wanted the demon sword to beheaded towards Mo Wentian, but the demon sword seemed to be blocked by something terrible. No speedup.
"This sword is not bad. Refining it and taking it back to Chixiao will be fine!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the magic holy sword in front of him, his eyes flashed coldly.
Immediately, I saw Mo Wentian's palm turned into a claw, and grabbed directly towards the magic holy sword.
When the crowd had time to return to God, Mo Wentian was already in his hands.
As soon as the power of the soul was swept away, Lu Yan's mark of the soul left on the demon sword was directly erased by Mo Wentian.
Lu Yan has no connection with this magic holy sword.
"how can that be?"
Lu Yan's eyes were unbelievable.
The slightest blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and his complexion was paler.
"The sword inherited from the Devil is really good!"
With a mutter in his mouth, Mo Wentian held the magic holy sword in his hand and chopped down on the side of Landing Rock.