When the Eighth Prince was a little panicked, a shrill scream suddenly came from beside him. Another Jindan True Lord suddenly lost his head and fell to the ground with blood sprayed from his neck. His death was extremely miserable.

In just a short moment, three consecutive Jindan True Lords, including Mr. Budai, died, as if the God of Death was coming silently, and their lives were easily harvested like straw, without any power to fight back, and everyone's heart was filled with fear.

No wonder the zombie Taoist priests in the fake infant realm all died so bizarrely. Mo Wentian was simply a devil.

The terrifying aura spread silently, and no one wanted to become the next headless corpse. The Eight Prince and the other three looked at each other, but they were all scattered.

"No, Jindan Zhenjun has a long lifespan. I don't want to die here. I ask Wuji Zhenjun to spare my life. I promise to follow your horse and follow your orders in the future."

The only remaining true King Jindan was pale and shouted with fear: "True Lord Wuji, as long as you promise to spare my life, you can now point to the sky to make a poisonous oath of inner demons."

Hearing the sound of begging for mercy, the Eight Prince almost squirted out blood, and pointed at the Jindan Zhenjun and said, "You...you..."

I was so angry that I couldn't speak out for a moment.

The Eight Prince was originally stubborn and believed that his subordinates were extremely loyal, but what he never expected was that there would be betrayers at the forefront.

"The bastard actually betrayed me and sent Monk Zhong to kill him immediately. I don't need such a waste who is afraid of life and death."

The Eighth Prince gave the order, but received no response. He couldn't help but turn his head and look.

But he was immediately angry and smoked from his seven orifices.

But when he saw the monk who gave up the clock, he abandoned the ancient clock in his hand. He hid it completely inside. In the past, he used this method to escape many disasters, because this ancient clock had extremely strong defense ability, just like the body of Jin Tang Gong, and it was absolutely foolproof to hide it inside.

Mo Wentian's strange methods today made him tremble and frightened, but he thought of a possibility. Is this person with a spiritual weapon? He was almost more sure of this thought. Moreover, the zombie Taoist priest and Mr. Budai have both died, so how dare you stay here?

"Eight Prince, I came from a Buddhist sect outside the territory and can be regarded as a monk. I have worked hard for you in disgrace for the past few years and have gained some benefits. However, our fate is over today, and I hope it will never happen in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately raised an ancient bell and swept the sky, obviously trying to escape from this place immediately.

"Where to go? Isn't it too late to leave your life?"

Mo Wentian immediately rushed over to catch up with him, slashed through the air like lightning, and the magic power surged away, as if a mountain was crushing over.

“Buzz!”

A series of dull bells came, but a "wow" sound came from inside, as if a mouthful of blood was spewed out, but the ancient bell was even faster, and in an instant, it was already a hundred feet away, and a cold sound came from inside.

"True Lord Wuji, today is to be taught and will be rewarded in the future."

The sound was getting farther and farther away. It was obvious that the monk Toh Zhong who was talking was moving away at a very fast speed.

Mo Wentian felt a pity. The monk Zhong was already injured by a palm. If he followed him, he might not be able to kill this person, but he would definitely let the Eighth Prince go. The monk Zhong could only settle the score with him in the future.

But when Mo Wentian turned around and was about to deal with the Eighth Prince, he saw that the Jindan True Lord who had already slapped to mercy with one palm, fled in the opposite direction.

"Eight Prince, where to leave?"

Mo Wentian sneered, immediately slapped the treasure bag on his waist, and the Tiankun sword box rushed out like lightning, and ten sword sounds like dragon roars came from it, and ten sword lights broke out of it.

The ten sword lights are divided into Yin and Yang, Five Elements, and Three Stranges. They hold an unparalleled sound and power, as if ten meteors fell into the sky, forming an unparalleled sword net, and shuttled towards the Eighth Prince.

Although the Eight Prince was practicing the Great Perfect Golden Pill, he relied on the method of collecting yin and replenishing yang. After all, his realm was a bit unstable. He was trapped in the Dragon Pool and suppressed 100% of his cultivation. It was reflected in his body that he immediately fell to a level of realm, and he was already scared. How could he be Mo Wentian's opponent?

Under the ten flying swords in the Tiankun Sword Box, he had no resistance at all. His whole body seemed to be cut by the sword light, and he felt extremely painful. This was the first time he had been practicing for hundreds of years, he felt that he was as close to death.

"Eight Prince, you are the only one left now, but it depends on where you escape?"

Mo Wentian immediately flew into the air and fell in front of him, with a look of tragedy flashing across his face. He reached out and let out a light move. The ten flying swords hovered in front, but did not continue to attack.

The Eighth Prince looked at Mo Wentian, with a look of horror on his face, and shouted with a stern look on his face: "True Lord Wuji, I am the Eighth Prince of the Great Qin Kingdom, and I am a noble status. If you dare to take the initiative to kill me, you will be the enemy of the Great Qin Kingdom. At that time, all the Wuji Sects will be killed, and even a dog will not survive."

Mo Wentian frowned. He disliked being threatened the most. He was already murderous intent in his heart and said coldly: "Eight Prince, you died here today, but no one can save him."

"True Lord Wuji, this prince has the soul mark of the Great Qin royal family. If you dare to take action, the mark will be labeled on you. No matter who knows you are the murderer of the Great Qin royal family, there is no place for you to stay in the huge border desert."

When the Eighth Prince said this, his voice was already trembling because he really couldn't confirm whether Mo Wentian would do anything to him?

In fact, even if he didn't say it, Mo Wentian knew in his heart that even Murong Xingyue's treasure bag had a soul mark. How could the Eight Prince, as a member of the Qin royal family, have no protection on his body? Otherwise, with his arrogant and domineering personality, he would have been assassinated outside long ago.

Therefore, when Mo Wentian started to take action, he had no intention of killing the Eighth Prince, and even his spiritual weapon was not exposed openly. He just wanted to cut off the Eighth Prince's power and give him an unforgettable lesson.

However, although he cannot kill him, he cannot just let him go. This person is really annoying. If he lets him leave safely, he will feel uncomfortable.

Mo Wentian said disdainfully: "Eight Prince, don't be afraid. I will think it's dirty to kill you, but you come to the door again and again. If you don't teach you some lessons, would you think I'm a mud?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual consciousness immediately condensed into a sledgehammer and fell into the Eighth Prince's sea of ​​consciousness, just like a mountain falling into a calm lake, and immediately splashed everywhere and began to shake like a tide.

"oops!"

The Eight Prince immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and couldn't help but stagger to the ground, his face as pale as paper. Wu Daoyuan, who was in the fake infant realm, suffered a loss under Mo Wentian's magical condensation technique, let alone the Eight Prince who was suppressed to the late stage of the Golden Pill.

"You...you..."

The Eighth Prince opened his mouth full of blood, but his face was full of horror. It was not until this time that he realized how the Golden Paper Mother-in-law became an idiot?

This attack was enough to greatly damage his spiritual consciousness. It is probably not enough to be repaired in twenty or thirty years. Even if he had the Great Perfection of the Golden Pill during this period, he was only the spiritual consciousness in the late stage of the Golden Pill.

"What are you?"

Mo Wentian snorted coldly, reached out to slap his hand in the void, and immediately slapped the Eighth Prince in the face, slapped him hard to the ground, and a blood-red palm print was immediately printed on his face.

"True Lord Wuji, do you dare...dare to humiliate me?"

The Eight Prince lay at his feet, reached out to cover his face, and couldn't help but tremble with anger, feeling humiliated almost dead.

"Bang!"

Mo Wentian immediately slapped his backhand and almost knocked down half of the Eighth Prince's teeth.

"Eight Prince, what you are slapping on your face? I want to take a look. Is it your mouth hard or my slap hard?"

Mo Wentian was not afraid at all. With the arrogant and arrogant personality of the Eight Prince, if he returned to the royal city with a slap, it would be more uncomfortable than death. Moreover, he could not speak out about this matter at all. Could it be that his dignified Eight Prince was actually slapped in the face by a Jindan Sect leader of the vassal state? This was simply a shame to the Qin royal family.

This mute person was so bad that he could only cut off his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, and he couldn't say it out loud. Mo Wentian knew this well, so he was unscrupulous when fighting, and then raised his palm and patted him on the face.

"Okay, Wuji Zhenjun, I will admit defeat today. From now on, I will no longer bother with Duke Zheng. I will not seek trouble for her, otherwise it will be thunder and there will be no place to die."

The Eighth Prince had to surrender and immediately bit his finger and pointed at the sky to swear that this was a spell of the inner demon. If he didn't keep his word, it would be fulfilled immediately.

"Get out!"

This is what Mo Wentian wanted. It immediately blew a strong wind out of the left sleeve, almost causing the Eighth Prince to make a big flip.

However, the Eighth Prince dared not speak. He got up on the ground, and the anger in his eyes almost spurted out.

He really didn't expect that today, although he was trying to make things difficult for Duke Zheng, the most important thing was to kill Mo Wentian. In the past, he had only greed and possessiveness for Zheng Yuer, but after several battles in the royal city, he almost moved to his hatred for Mo Wentian.

This person was unable to sleep or eat even if he didn't die, but he never expected that not only did he not kill him, but his subordinates were destroyed, and he would also be humiliated so much. This is the greatest hatred for life.

"Eight Prince, don't forget your words."

Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the murderous intent in his heart became even stronger.

But as the voice fell, the Eighth Prince looked at him hatefully, then immediately turned around and left. He was really afraid that if he continued to stay, he didn't know how this person would humiliate him.

Looking at the direction he was leaving, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely cold. He knew that letting this person go at this time was tantamount to letting go of a vicious dog. Although the eighth prince would not cause trouble for Yu'er, he would still come to find him.

However, since you can't kill such a vicious dog with one stick, you can break its courage and let it clamp its tail to be a human being.
Chapter completed!