And when the eighth prince was a little panicked, suddenly there was a terrible scream next to him, and another Jindan Zhenjun suddenly lost his head, and fell to the ground with blood spurting from his neck, and his death was extremely miserable.

In a short moment, including Mr. Budai, three Jindan Zhenjun in a row died, as if death was coming silently, life was harvested like straw, there was no power to fight back at all, and everyone's hearts were full of fear.

It's no wonder that the zombie Dao Masters in the Fake Baby Realm are all so bizarre in death, this Mo Wentian is simply a devil.

The aura of terror was spreading silently, and no one wanted to be the next headless corpse, and the eight princes and the other three looked at each other, but they were all scattered.

"No, Jindan Zhenjun has a long life, I don't want to die here, I beg Wuji Zhenjun to spare my life, I promise to look forward to your horse, and I will obey my life as a cow and a horse in the future."

The only remaining Jindan True Monarch had a pale face, and shouted with a frightened expression: "Wuji True Monarch, as long as you promise to spare my life, you can now make a demonic oath to the sky." ”

Hearing this voice begging for mercy, the eighth prince was so angry that he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, stretched out his hand and pointed at this Jindan Zhenjun and said, "You...... You ......"

I was really angry, and I couldn't spit out what I wanted to say for a while.

The eighth prince was originally conceited and thought that his subordinates were extremely loyal, but what he never expected was that there would be a betrayer.

"Bastard thing, he actually betrayed this prince, sent Monk Zhong, and killed him immediately, this prince doesn't need such a waste who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

The eighth prince gave an order, but did not get the slightest response. He couldn't help but turn his head to look,

But he was immediately so angry that he smoked.

But I saw the monk who sent the bell, I don't know when, he actually abandoned the ancient bell in his hand, and his whole person was completely hidden in it, in the past, he used this way, I don't know how many disasters he escaped, because this ancient bell has a very strong defensive ability, just like the body of Jin Tanggong, hiding in it is simply foolproof.

Today's methods are strange. Let him tremble at the same time. But he thought of a possibility, whether this person had a spiritual weapon, and he was almost more and more sure of this thought, and the zombie Taoist and Mr. Budai had both died. Where dare you stay here?

"Hachioji. Lao Tzu was born in a foreign Buddhism. It can be regarded as a high monk, who has worked hard for you with a conscience over the years, and has also obtained some benefits. However, our fate has come to an end today, and I hope that it will be indefinite. ”

As soon as the words fell, he immediately raised the ancient bell and swept into the air, obviously wanting to escape from this place immediately.

"Where to go? Is it too late to leave your life behind? ”

Mo Wentian immediately swept the air to catch up, and slashed out a palm like lightning, and the overwhelming mana surged away, as if a big mountain was crushing over.

"Buzz!"

A dull bell sounded, but I heard a 'wow' sound from inside, which seemed to spurt out a mouthful of blood, but the speed of the ancient bell was even faster, and in an instant, it was already a hundred zhang away, and a cold voice came out inside.

"Wuji True Monarch, today is a blessing, and there will be rewards in the future."

The voice was getting farther and farther away, and it was obvious that the monk Zhong who was speaking was moving away at an extremely fast speed.

Mo Wentian only felt a pity, this monk who sent Zhong had been injured by a palm shock, if he followed behind and caught up, it may not be able to kill this person, but he was bound to let go of the eighth prince, and this monk sent Zhong could only settle accounts with him later.

But when Mo Wentian turned around and was about to deal with the eighth prince, he saw that the Jindan Zhenjun, who had slapped his palm to death and begged for mercy, fled in the opposite direction.

"Eighth Prince, where to go?"

Mo Wentian let out a sneer, and immediately slapped the treasure bag on his waist, and the Tiankun sword box immediately rushed out like lightning, and ten sword sounds like a dragon's roar came from inside, and suddenly ten sword rays broke out of the box.

The ten sword rays are divided into yin and yang, five elements and three wonders, carrying an incomparable prestige, as if ten meteors fell into the sky, forming a fierce sword net, shuttling towards the eighth prince.

Although the eighth prince is said to be a Jindan Great Perfection cultivator, he is relying on the method of collecting yin and supplementing yang, after all, the realm is a little unstable, and he was trapped in the dragon pool to suppress his cultivation, which was reflected in him and immediately fell to a layer of realm, and he was already frightened, where is Mo Wentian's opponent?

Under the ten flying swords of the Tiankun Sword Box, he didn't have the slightest ability to resist at all, and his whole body seemed to be cut by the sword, and he only felt that it was extremely painful, which was the first time in his hundreds of years of cultivation that he felt as close to death.

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

Mo Wentian immediately swept the air and landed in front, a playful look on his face, he stretched out his hand and made a light move, and the ten flying swords hovered in front of him, but he did not continue to attack.

The eighth prince looked at Mo Wentian, with a frightened look on his face, and roared inwardly: "Wuji True Monarch, this prince is the eighth prince of the Great Qin Kingdom, and he can be described as a noble status, if you dare to risk the big disapproval to kill this prince, you will be the enemy of the Great Qin Kingdom, and when the time comes, the Wuji Gate will be full of beheading, and not a single dog will survive." ”

Mo Wentian frowned, he didn't like to be threatened the most, he had already moved to kill in his heart, and said coldly: "Eighth Prince, you died here today, but no one can save you." ”

"Wuji True Monarch, this prince has the soul mark of the Great Qin royal family, if you dare to do it, this mark will be labeled on you, no matter who knows that you are the murderer of the Great Qin royal family, there is no place for you in the huge border wilderness."

When the eighth prince said this, his voice was already trembling a little, because he really couldn't be sure, Mo Wentian would do it to himself?

In fact, even if he didn't say it, Mo Wentian understood in his heart that even Murong Xingyue's treasure bag had a soul mark, and the eighth prince, as a member of the Great Qin royal family, how could he not have some protection on his body? Otherwise, with his arrogant and domineering character, I am afraid that he would have been assassinated outside.

Therefore, when Mo Wentian started to do it, he didn't intend to kill the eighth prince at all, and he didn't even openly expose the spiritual weapon. It's just that he wants to cut off the power of the eighth prince and teach him an unforgettable lesson.

However, although he can't be killed, he can't just let him go, this person is really annoying, and if he is allowed to leave unharmed, he will feel uncomfortable.

Mo Wentian said in a disdainful voice: "Eighth Prince, don't be afraid, it's too dirty to kill you, but you have come to the door again and again." If I don't teach you some lessons. Do you think this seat is muddy? ”

As soon as the words fell, his divine sense immediately condensed into a sledgehammer, and it fell into the sea of consciousness of the eighth prince, as if a mountain peak had fallen into the calm water of a lake. Immediately there was a splash of water. The tide shook up.

"Oops!"

The eighth prince immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. couldn't help but staggered to the ground, his face seemed to be pale as paper, Wu Daoyuan in the realm of fake babies suffered under Mo Wentian's divine consciousness condensation technique. Not to mention the eighth prince who was suppressed to the late stage of Jindan.

"You...... You ......"

The eighth prince opened his mouth full of blood, but his face was full of horror, and it was only at this time that he wondered how the golden paper mother-in-law became an idiot?

This is this attack, which is enough to make his divine consciousness greatly injured, I am afraid that there will not be twenty or thirty years, his cultivation is extremely difficult to repair, during this period, even if it is the Jindan Great Perfection cultivation, but it is only the divine consciousness of the later stage of Jindan.

"What are yours?"

Mo Wentian snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and slapped the void, and immediately slapped the eighth prince in the face, knocking him to the ground fiercely, and a blood-red palm print was immediately printed on his face.

"Wuji Zhenjun, you dare to ...... How dare you humiliate me? ”

The eighth prince lay at his feet, stretched out his hand to cover his face, and couldn't help but tremble with anger, only to feel humiliated and almost died.

"Smack!"

Mo Wentian immediately slapped his backhand, almost knocking off half of the eighth prince's teeth.

"Eighth Prince, is it your face that was hit? I want to see if it's your hard mouth, or is it the hard slap of this seat? ”

Mo Wentian is not afraid at all, with the arrogant and arrogant personality of the eighth prince, if he returns to the royal city with a face with a slap print, he is afraid that it will be more uncomfortable than death, and he can't declare this matter at all, could it be that his dignified eighth prince was actually slapped in the face by the Jindan sect master of a vassal state? This is simply a disgrace to the Great Qin royal family.

This dumb loss, he can only crush the root of his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, he can't say it at all, Mo Wentian also knows this, so he fights unscrupulously, and raises his palm to slap it on his face.

"Okay, Wuji Zhenjun, this prince admits it today, from now on, he will no longer pester Zheng Guogong, and he will not go to find her trouble, otherwise the sky will thunder and thunder, and there will be no place to bury him."

The eighth prince had to give in, and immediately bit his finger and swore to the sky, this is a heart demon poison curse, if words don't count, it will really be fulfilled immediately.

"Get out!"

Mo Wentian wanted this sentence, and immediately threw out a gust of wind from his left sleeve, almost lifting the eighth prince out of a big heel.

But where did the eighth prince dare to speak, he got up on the ground, and the anger in his eyes almost erupted.

He really didn't expect that today's Xingshi came with everyone, although he wanted to embarrass Zheng Guogong, but the most important thing was to kill Mo Wentian, in the past, he only had greed and possessiveness for Zheng Yu'er, but after several battles in Wangcheng, he almost shifted to hatred for Mo Wentian.

This person is not dead, it is really difficult to sleep and eat, but I never thought that instead of killing him, the whole army of his subordinates will be wiped out, and he will be so humiliated, and there is no greater hatred in his life than this.

"Eighth prince, don't forget your words."

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the killing intent in his heart was also intense.

But at the same time as the voice fell, the eighth prince looked at him hatefully, and then immediately turned his head and left, he was really afraid that if he continued to stay, he did not know how this person would humiliate himself.

Looking at the direction he was far away, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely cold, he knew that letting go of this person at this time was tantamount to letting go of a vicious dog, although the eighth prince would not trouble Yu'er again, but he would never die with himself, and he would definitely come to the door.

However, to deal with such a vicious dog, since it can't be killed with a stick, break its dog gall and let it clamp its tail and be a man. (To be continued......)