Devouring Heaven Sword God

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"Ask Tiange, it's time ..."

"Opened!"

There was a flash of bright light in his eyes, and Mo Wentian stood up slowly, looking at Luo Qi, Mo Wentian said coldly, "You give this thing to the owner of the Mo family!"

Then, Mo Wentian handed the painting in his hand to Luo Qi again.

"Master, this ..."

Luo Qi stayed for a while. The Mo family sent the painting over. Now Mo Wentian is going to send it back again. Luo Qi is a bit ...

Can't understand!

"If you want to go, go ..."

Brow a frown, Mo asked the cold voice.

"Yes, Master!"

Although there was some doubt in his heart, Luo Qi did not dare to have the slightest ambiguity, and with the painting given to him by Mo Wentian, quickly disappeared into the courtyard.

Mo's home.

"Homeowner, ask God ..."

Above the main hall of the Mo family, a group of old Mo parents looked at the Mo family with horror and saw Mo's hands.

A picture, slowly open!

That figure, with a touch of contempt for the world, can't help it ...

Want to worship!

"he……"

"Sent back!"

The owner of the Mo family, his body trembled a little. He gave this picture to Mo Wentian, who wanted to ask Mo Wentian to maintain the honor of the Mo family!

And they ...

He will fight against Renhuang Jianmen, and ask Heavenly Inheritance, which is the inheritance of his Mo family. How is this time possible ...

In the hands of Renhuang Jianmen!

"Buzz ..."

At that moment, the painting suddenly moved. The next moment, the painting disappeared directly, but a phantom had already appeared in the hall.

"Ask the battle of the sky and give it to me!"

A faint voice sounded in the hall, and everyone looked at the phantom, one by one, could not help but kneel on the ground.

"Meet the ancestors!"

"Meet the ancestors!"

...

Even the owner of the Mo family is also stunned to the ground. Although the **** in the painting is Mo Wentian, this phantom is the first sword emperor of the Mo family!

Ask Emperor Tianjian!

"Wowa ..."

The sound dropped, the phantom dissipated, and the painting fell to the ground, but the painting had become blank.

"this is……"

The owner of the Mo family, his eyes narrowed slightly, then he seemed to think of something, and his face exhilarated, "The disciples of the Mo family are preparing ..."

"After half a month, fight against Renhuang Jianmen!"

"Yes……"

Every figure retreated, and above the main house of Mo's house, only Mo's house owner was left in an instant!

"Ancestral, you really ..."

"are you back?"

Looking at the blank painting, the owner of the Mo family, his body was shaking slightly. This painting is not an ordinary painting!

On this painting, there is the mark of the ancestors of the Mo family, and there is only one possibility to activate this mark ...

Ask Emperor Tianjian, come back!

"When the ancestor left, there was a prophecy left ..."

"When my Mo family was dead, he would reappear. Now my Mo family is facing extinction. The ancestors ..."

"Are you back again ..."

With a mutter in his mouth, the owner of the Mo family knelt down towards the painting axis again. The face of the owner Mo was extremely devout!

Ask the gods!

Time passed slowly again, but as the disciples of Emperor Jianmen came and asked the gods, they became lively again.

The major forces have also become active one by one.

Sword King Pavilion.

"Master, the second batch of disciples are here. This time, they brought the disciples to the Sange Master ..."

A sound of excitement came. For a moment, several breaths came to the sword king's pavilion. A few more breaths followed, and Mo Wentian was very familiar!

"The Lord of the Three Pavilions ..."

"Is it ..."

Mo Wentian's eyes brightened, and the next moment, a shadow of a shadow, had rushed into the courtyard, and then rushed directly into Mo Wentian's arms.

"Master, miss you softly ..."

"Woohoo ..."

The hands were held tightly, as if afraid that Mo Wentian had disappeared.

"murmur……"

Mo Wentian's face was also full of joy, and the second group of disciples of Jianwangge entered to ask the gods of heaven, and the leader was Mo Qingyu!

"Meet the Lord!"

"Meet the Lord!"

...

At this moment, a series of figures quickly entered the small courtyard, and those eyes looked at Mo Wentian, and quickly bowed respectfully to the ground.

"Damn it ..."

"Withered ..."

...

Looking at the familiar figures in front of him, the smile on Mo Wentian's face grew stronger.

"Cough ... whisper, many people look at it ..."

It seemed that something was remembered. Mo Wentian was blushing. When he heard the whispering words, his face became flushed. Then he quickly got out of Mo Wantian's embrace.

Hiding behind Mo Wentian.

"Hahaha ..."

A burst of laughter rang out in the small courtyard. Hearing the laughter, his face whispered even more red, stomped his feet, and looked at the group of people in front of his face angrily!

"Ahem ... all right!"

Mo Wentian waved his hand slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "Luo Qi, go and arrange all the disciples of Jianwangge!"

"Yes, Master!"

Luo Qi took his disciple of Sword King Court and quickly left.

"the host……"

At this moment, a snoring sound came, Mo Wentian turned to look at it, a big man, standing in front of himself.

"Fun sky monkey ..."

Mo Wentian's eyes brightened, but he didn't see them for two years. The practice of burying the sky monkey has reached the perfect state of the demon emperor.

Even more terrible!

"Repair is good ..."

Mo Wentian nodded in appreciation, with the elixir left by him, the funeral monkey entering the demon emperor's consummation, this is definitely a matter of time!

But being able to enter the demon emperor so quickly, this is the effort of burying the sky monkey ...

Also inseparable!

"Master, I ..."

The burial monkey scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and then seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked Mo Motian: "Master, Xiaoyu ..."

"Smelly monkey, you are here ..."

As soon as the burial monkey's voice fell, the next moment, a golden light flashed away, and the golden light fell on the shoulder of the burial monkey, turning into the appearance of a tadpole.

"Little sister ..."

When he saw Xiaozhang, the burial sky monkey's eyes lighted up, and then he looked warily: "You and I will fight ..."

"Smelly monkey, do you think you can defeat Grandpa Grandpa when you enter the demon emperor? I tell you ..."

"Call grandpa me, and enter the realm of the demon emperor!"

A proud glance at the burial sky monkey, a full breath, spread out from Xiaoya's body, and at the same time rose ...

There is also a Longwei.

"The demon emperor is fulfilled ..."

Mo Wentian's eyes brightened, then a smile on his face, Xiao Yun's talent was really terrible, but it was only half a month, the successful promotion of the demon emperor was completed!

"The disciples of Sword King Pavilion are here, and both the burial sky monkey and Xiaoyin have become the demon emperor's perfect monster, and then ..."

"It's time to shoot!" It seemed to remember something. Mo Wentian's eyes were suddenly cold, with a slight coldness, flashing in Mo Wentian's eyes!