Chapter 896: Ancestor

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of Ice and Fire
Now there are two warriors in the later days of the King of Heaven. Xiao Man's eyes flashed endlessly.
"the host!"
"the host!"
"Boss!"
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Looking at the two figures coming out of the void, Duan Fan, Fan Zeng, and the Demon rushed forward and stood behind Mo Wentian.
In the eyes of Xiao Yan and Xuan Tian, ​​a touch of cold mang rose.
"Meet the ancestors of fire!"
"Meet ancestor Bing!"
Looking at the two figures, Lu Yuan was instantly rejoicing, and then quickly stepped forward to salute the two.
That look is as much respect as there is to be.
"Fire ancestor? Ice ancestor?"
"Isn't these two men the oldest monsters in the Demon Race?"
"Yes, it is rumored that two thousand years ago, the cultivation of these two people has reached the late stage of the Heavenly King. Now ten thousand years have passed. The cultivation of these two people must be terrible!
"Mo Wentian, it looks terrible!"
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The figures looked at the ancestors of the fire and the ice ancestors, and their eyes were full of shock.
"Lu Yuan, what happened? You came out to disturb our cleaning!"
In front of the gate of the Demon Clan, a figure stepped out and appeared directly in front of the gate.
The cold air of this man was terrible, and the other old man beside him was extremely fiery red, and even his skin appeared fiery red.
"Two ancestors, Lu Yuan was also forced to do so, which disturbed the two ancestors' cleaning!"
Lu Yuan looked at the two and saluted again with a respectful look on his face.
"Ok!"
"What is it? Let me both listen!"
The cold flashed in the eyes of the two old men, and finally their eyes fell on Lu Yuan's broken arm, and said coldly.
"Back to the ancestors, it's Mo Wentian, this is the kid!"
"It's Mo Wentian who killed my demon, and the son of the devil, my daughter ..."
Lu Yuan looked at Mo Wentian, and the cold mang in his eyes was terrible, then he said in a deep voice.
"Do you ask me?"
It was said that the two ancestors of Binghuo hurriedly looked at Mo Wentian not far away.
"Boom!"
As the two elders looked, Mo Wentian seemed to see a sea of ​​fire in their eyes, and an iceberg struck at the same time.
That terrible power seemed to smash Mo Wentian into smash!
"Two hundred feet of spirit, also want to suppress the emperor?"
In the void, Mo Wentian looked at the two demon ancestors of Binghuo not far away, eyes full of disdain.
The next moment, Mo Wentian unfolded the spirit, and that spirit surged in an instant, and a vast expanse of breath came out violently.
"Hit!"
There seemed to be sounds of collision in the void.
I saw the bodies of the two Demon ancestors of Binghuo instantly shocked, and the next moment they retreated.
Looking at the two figures back in the void, Mo Wentian looked at the two old men with a playful look.
"A strong breath!"
"Mo Wentian, the boy didn't do anything, but I'm afraid why it feels like my spirit is broken!"
"Is this kid terrible?"
"I feel like I can't bear it anymore, retreat!"
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Mo Wentian spread according to the power of the spirits. Within a hundred square feet, some warriors who were lowered up could not hold it, and blood spilt from the corners of their mouths.
Most warriors have pale faces.
The warrior in the realm of the king of heaven, even if he has reached the perfect state of the king, the spirit is only two hundred feet.
But ask God, his soul has reached two hundred and fifty feet, although there is only a difference of fifty feet, but in terms of strength, there are some differences.
"What a strong spirit!"
The two ancestors of Binghuo looked at each other, their eyes skyrocketed.
The two looked at Mo Wentian but Tianjun was in a successful state. They originally wanted to suppress Mo Wentian with a soul and were too lazy.
However, I did not expect that Mo Wentian's spirit was even stronger than them.
Although there is only a difference of fifty feet, for them, maybe the difference of fifty feet may not condense in their lives.
If it weren't for their retreat, they would really be hurt by Mo Wentian's terrible spirit.
"Two old dogs, in the presence of the Emperor, even want to use their souls to suppress them!"
"It's ridiculous!"
Mo Wentian looked at the two ancestors of Binghuo, his eyes were terrible.
"Close!"
The next moment, Mo asked Tian Leng to drink, and directly collected the spirits.
Although the spirit of Mo Wentian is only two hundred and fifty feet, the two hundred and fifty feet is already the equivalent of a warrior in the realm of the emperor.
"Boy, are you the devil who killed my demons?"
At this moment, in the eyes of the elder fire, Han Mang flickered endlessly, looking at Mo Wentian, asking coldly.
"That's right, this emperor killed it!"
"Not only the old devil dogs, but also the two elders, four elders, and their daughters ..."
"All died in the hands of Bendi!"
The voice of Mo Wentian is indifferent.
As if killing these people, Mo Wentian didn't take it at all.
"Tianjun is complete!"
The two ancestors of Binghuo explored the cultivation of Mo Wentian again, and their eyes flickered endlessly.
Mo Wentian's breath is only as good as Tianjun's completeness. They have explored several times, and they are all Tianjun's perfection.
Such a practice, in their eyes, is not too much to call slag.
"Devil Lu Yan, it's not much worse than us!"
"Boy, you're just the perfection of the genius, and you can kill him by your own. Is this impossible?"
The eyes of the two ancestors of Binghuo are unbelievable.
They did not believe that they could kill Lu Yan, the demon king of the later period of the king, by virtue of Mo Wentian's successful cultivation.
But they do n’t know. When Mo Wentian turned out to fight against the demon king Lu Yan, he could not be repaired in the later period of Tianjun. If they were to know that, Mo Wentian was in the late period of Tianjun and later the king of heaven, and defeated Lu Yan killed.
They have to be shocked!
"The two ancestors of Binghuo, are ..."
"It's true, it's him, that is, he killed the Devil Lord of my Demon Clan, and made my first talented disciples of the Demon Clan surrender to his hands."
Looking at the two ancestors of Binghuo, Lu Yuan's eyes flashed coldly and respectfully.
"Fan Zeng?"
Hearing that the eyes of the two elders of Binghuo became cold, and then their eyes fell on Fan Zeng not far away.
"Old miscellaneous, don't look at it, look at him is also Emperor's dog!"
Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and a spread of evil smile appeared.
"Your dog?"
In the eyes of the two ancestors of Binghuo, there was a moment of killing.
The first talented disciple of his demons, but now is the dog of Mo Wentian, this is a shame, this is definitely a shame among the demons!
Fan Zeng's cultivation is a gift. In the entire ancient relics, it is enough to be ranked in the top three. This has always been the pride of his demons.
But now, this pride has become a shame among the demons!
"Master, this old messy talk is simply too bad!"
"Let me try to teach him!"
At this moment, Fan Zeng stepped forward and looked at Mo Wentian, respectfully.
"There is no need for lessons, wasting energy!"
"These two old dogs are handed over to Bendi, Bendi may want to accompany them for fun!"
The icy voice sounded louder, and the arc rising at the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became stronger.