Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 731: Death

The seventh master, who is usually afraid of death, today ...

"you……"

The patriarch of Jiuyou also took a deep breath.

But next moment.

His face was cold again.

"Nineteen of you, go in with seven children!"

Looking at the nineteen people in front of him, the patriarch chuckled coldly.

"Not yet!"

"Yes Yes!"

...

Every figure walked tremblingly towards the temple.

In front of the temple.

"Boss, it's weird inside!"

The magical sky sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Weird? More than weird, it's evil!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold.

The temple looks super ordinary on the surface, but in this temple, Mo Wentian feels a breath of evil.

Coming from the storefront, the breath seemed to swallow everything, making people feel hairy.

"evil?"

The look of the sky changed slightly.

"Be careful, wait for me to do things!"

Mo Wentian's deep voice sounded in the mind of Phantom Sky.

"Yes, boss!"

Xuantian agreed without hesitation.

"Booming ..."

Twenty people just reached the temple, the whole temple shook.

The door of the temple.

automatically open.

"It's so cold!"

A group of Jiuyou disciples trembled slightly.

As if in that temple.

Something terrible is hidden.

"Go in!"

The head of the Jiuyou clan has boundless indifference.

"Don't you be scared? If you are scared, go back!"

"Master Ben is gone!"

He looked at a dozen people with contempt, and Mo Wentian turned and entered the temple.

"Master Seven has gone in, it should be fine!"

"We go in too!"

...

More than a dozen people saw Mo Wentian go in, one by one, and followed in.

"boom!"

Just a dozen people had just gone in, and the door of the hall closed automatically.

"Twenty, a lot, oh ...!"

Suddenly, a strange voice came.

The evil breath came out, and Mo Wentian looked up and saw three green rays in the temple.

Staring at myself.

The look was extremely hot.

As if seeing prey.

"Who are you and why are they in our temple?"

Looking at the three ancestors in front of him, a man shivered.

Those three eyes.

Incomparably evil, the hearts of twenty people suddenly raised a bad hunch.

"A group of dying people, what nonsense!"

The eldest of the three ancestors glanced at the disciple, his eyes were cold and boundless.

The disciple who spoke just now felt that his legs were a little weak.

"You ... who the **** are you ...?"

The disciple's words were too late to finish, and the middle-aged man who stood at the forefront shot in an instant.

"boom!"

The terrible palm force came instantly.

The man didn't even have the slightest resistance, and his head exploded.

Red and white things.

Spatter everywhere.

The strong smell of blood permeated the whole temple.

"Well ... Boss, give this to me!"

Strange laughter came, and in the horrified look of everyone, I saw countless evil spirits spreading wildly on the man.

These evil spirits enveloped this person, and the blood of this person spread madly towards him.

Just a few breaths.

The man in front of him turned into a dead body.

"Well, it tastes great!"

The weird man looked stubborn, and looked as if he had tasted the best of time.

"Click!"

The skull shattered, and the skull rolled directly to the bottom of Mowentian.

Mo Wentian looked at the skull under his feet, and there was a cold coldness in his eyes.

Sure enough, as expected, the head of the Jiuyou clan sent someone.

Not to cultivate, but to die!

The sound of the skull's falling came, and everyone immediately calmed down and looked around.

Bone on the ground.

"Li Yan is dead!"

"No ... I'm going out!"

"Let us out!"

"..."

Except for Mo Wentian and Phantom Sky, all the others swarmed towards the gate.

But the temple door was closed, no matter how hard they tried.

The door of the temple was motionless!

"Want to go out when you entered?"

Suddenly, three figures came in an instant.

Three pairs of green eyes glowed with evil gloom, and everyone saw a cold in his heart.

"Don't ... don't kill me!"

"Just let me do anything, don't ..."

As the three figures approached, more than a dozen people felt a strange and wicked atmosphere sweeping across them.

The body shivered subconsciously.

Even before the death, everyone bowed down and scratched their heads at the three.

"Boss, the disciple of Jiuyou clan, it's just that!"

"It's a shame!"

Looking at the Jiuyou disciples kneeling down for mercy, Huantian's eyes were full of disdain.

"The chief of the Jiuyou clan, even his own son can be abandoned for the benefit!"

"Does the face matter to them?"

Mo Wentian gave a slight grin, and the sound of sneer sounded in Huan Tian's mind.

"Yes, the boss is right, they just have no face or skin!"

For the disciples of the Jiuyou clan in front of him, Mo Wentian did not have the slightest affection, as did Magic Sky.

"The strength of the three old dogs cannot be underestimated, be careful!"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, and the cold voice reminded him of the magical sky.

"Yes, boss!"

Phantom responded quickly.

"It's your blessing to be swallowed by my ancestors, hey ..."

Suddenly, a weird laughter came.

A pair of green mang burst out, emitting a terrible boundless light.

With this remark, the next instant, one of the three ancestors shot instantly.

A large hand of one hundred feet appeared in the void, rolling with evil spirits.

All the Jiuyou disciples who were kneeling down to the ground all circled in them.

"Do not……"

"Do not kill me!"

"I don't want to die!"

...

An exclamation sounded.

But the next moment, the countless evil spirits on the giant palm entangled frantically towards a group of disciples of the Nine You Clan.

"What the **** is this, my vitality and strength are flowing away, no ..."

"Let us go, let us go!"

...

A group of disciples looked extremely impressive.

I saw the evil spirit shrouded, a group of Jiuyou disciples, their faces rose instantly around.

Become an old man in the seventies.

As a result, it became infiltrating bone.

But between a few breaths, the screams stopped abruptly.

In the temple.

Only the bones of one place remain.

"It's just a group of ants, and they want to escape the palm of this ancestor!"

The middle-aged man's eyes are extremely wanton. As this group of people becomes bones, the middle-aged man's face looks as if he is a little younger, and his breath has also strengthened a few points.

"Boss, your repair is faster!"

"Keep going at this rate, and you'll recover soon!"

Behind the man, the other two hurriedly stood up and said.

"Boss, there are two more!"

But at this moment, the three seemed to find something, their eyes fell in the corner of the temple.

In the corner, Mo Wentian and Magic Sky.

Standing quietly there.