Mo Chen dismantled two people, sixteen wings, and the bigwigs of the Star God Realm were all sitting quietly in their seats, watching all this.

Blood was also flowing all over the place, and the entire hall was filled with the smell of blood.

And the Prince of Nicholas Zhaofu was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth at this time, and his pale forehead was full of green tendons, but in the end, he didn't say a word, didn't move, and didn't even look back at the situation behind him.

In the end, Mo Chen shook off the blood on his hand and slowly walked to the side of Prince Nicholas, both of whom were facing the huge throne at this time.

Nicholas looked at the prince, gritted his teeth, and looked at the throne in front of him without saying a word.

And Mochen also found a handkerchief, wiping the blood on his hand, a few seconds later, Mochen finished wiping one hand, and threw away the handkerchief at will, in the next second, Mochen's hand suddenly stretched out.

Even though this Prince Nicholas was nearly 1.9 meters tall, Mo Chen's hand was still able to reach the top of Prince Nicholas's head.

In the next second, Mo Chen grabbed it expressionlessly, grabbed Prince Nicholas Zhaoyan's golden hair, and then dragged it down directly, and Prince Nicholas Zhaoyan, who was originally 1.9 meters tall, was pulled to his chest by Mo Chen's head in an instant.

Prince Nicholas's body was like a crooked bridge at this time.

Mochen dragged the head of Prince Nicholas Zhaoyan, lowered his head slightly, looked at Prince Nicholas Zhaoyan, who still did not resist, and said lightly with an expressionless face: "How old are you?"

“... Thirty thousand... Thirty-six thousand years old......" Nicholas's head was grabbed by Ink Dust, and he was twisted to speak, a little difficult to speak.

Mo Chen nodded slightly, but his face was still expressionless, and everyone around him felt a chill in their hearts after seeing Mo Chen's expression, everyone had seen Mo Chen's expression too many times.

Every time I saw it, my heart trembled, but this time, everyone gloated.

Barbarians in the Far West, how short-sighted you are, dare to provoke Mochen, this is a tyrant with no humanity!

"You just said you didn't know what I liked, so you didn't bring me a gift, no, you didn't bring me a tribute, did you?" Mo Chen lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the head of Prince Nicholas Zhaoyan in his hand and said softly.

And Prince Nicholas also gritted his teeth at this time, swallowed his saliva and said: "It's really not clear in the next place, so I didn't prepare ......"

"Then I'll tell you now, I like other people's wives, send your wife to me tomorrow and let me play, do you understand?" Mo Chen said expressionlessly.

And the people around him also showed a smile that was close to perverted, and they played tricks with Mo Chen before?

Inexistent!

Mo Chen, a tyrant with no humanity, will let the deceitful know what despair is.

"Listen... Got it..."

After a few seconds of silence, Prince Nicholas finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Good way~"

After Mochen finished speaking, the hand that was holding Prince Nicholas Zhaofu's hair also let go, and Prince Nicholas Zhaofu's body straightened up instantly.

After Mo Chen touched the blood on his hands that had not been wiped clean on Prince Nicholas's clothes twice, he also turned around and slowly walked towards his previous throne and said:

"You didn't even bring any tribute today, so you can't just come to say hello to the patriarch and go back? ”

When Mochen walked to his throne and sat down, Prince Nicholas also wiped his clothes a little embarrassed at this time, and bowed down and said, "Mochen... Young Patriarch... On the orders of the God King, I invite you and all the people of the Star God Realm to participate in the Ten Thousand Realms Conference. ”

"Ten Thousand Worlds Conference?" Mo Chen also raised his eyebrows, in the past three days of evil supplemental knowledge, Mo Chen had never heard of the name of the Ten Thousand Worlds Conference.

Moreover, Mo Chen now looked at the hundreds of people sitting below, as well as Xinghui next to him, all of them looked suspicious, as if everyone had never heard of the Ten Thousand Worlds Conference.

"The Ten Thousand Realms Conference is one that we have decided to hold in the Far West Realm, the Centennial Super Competition, which is a competition that can be participated in by tens of thousands of people from tens of thousands of planes under the management of the Star God Realm, the Extreme West Realm, the Barbarian Realm, and the three Great Realms!" Prince Nicholas said quickly with his head down.

It's just that everyone still frowned, still a little ununderstanding.

However, immediately afterwards, Prince Nicholas spoke up again:

"The contestants of the Ten Thousand Realms Conference, as long as they are not more than three thousand years old, can participate, the purpose is to promote the exchange of cultivators of the younger generation of the three major realms, and become stronger together, each great realm can send ten players, and the top ten will be rewarded richly. ”

"Now, the Barbarian Lord of the Barbarian Realm has accepted the invitation, and now I am entrusted by the God King to invite you, as long as the Ink Dust Young Patriarch agrees, then this Ten Thousand Realms Conference will be held in the Extreme Western Realm in half a year. ”

After saying these last words, almost everyone present had already guessed what this Ten Thousand Worlds Conference held in the Far West was trying to do.

It's bullshit to say what promotes communication and becomes stronger together.

This extreme western realm is now stronger because of that divine stone, and it is unwilling to be a subsidiary realm of the Star God Realm, so it is ready to hold this so-called Ten Thousand Realms Conference!

Moreover, the young generation of people represents the future strength of each major world.

If the younger generation of the Star God Realm loses in this Ten Thousand Realms Conference, or if the ranking is not good, then the Extreme West Realm will have a reason to say that the strength of the three major realms is about the same now, and then they will get rid of the title of the subsidiary realm of the Star God Realm!

While everyone was frowning and whispering, Prince Nicholas, who was standing in place, raised his head slightly at this time and gritted his teeth and said:

"The God King said that people who are as strong as the Star God Realm will definitely win the championship in this Ten Thousand Worlds Conference, so that everyone is convinced, right? This is also worthy of the prestige of the First Realm of the Star God Realm!

Mo Chen also sneered and said, "What's this, it's accurate, we'll go in half a year." ”

Everyone present was not afraid at all, and after seeing the sneer on Mo Chen's face, everyone suddenly realized that Mo Chen seemed to be less than a thousand years old!

As long as Mochen can participate, it is impossible to lose at all!

It's just that after Mo Chen finished speaking, Prince Nicholas Zhaofu also looked at Mo Chen on the throne with a smile on his face and said:

"By the way, there is another thing, I forgot to say, because of your noble status as the young patriarch of Mochen, you can't participate in this kind of competition of the younger generation, and you will watch the game with the God King and the Barbarian Lord at that time. ”

"......" Mo Chen also raised his eyebrows, but he didn't feel anything, including the people below, and he didn't feel fooled or anything, after all, the Star God Realm was invincible!

Even if there is no ink dust, how can he lose to these barbarians.

Mo Chen also tilted his head slightly and looked at Nicholas Zhao below, and said expressionlessly: "Are you finished? ”

“...... Be. Prince Nicholas Zhaoyan, after being stunned, also gritted his teeth and bowed.

After speaking, Nicholas turned around and walked towards the outside of the main hall, and the six eight-winged angels behind him walked towards the door with the two eight-winged angels whose wings had been torn off by the ink dust and who had been unconscious.

It's just that the group is about to walk out of the Star God Temple.

The ink dust on the throne of the god crossed Erlang's legs and suddenly said, "Wait a minute." ”

"Young Patriarch Mochen, what else do you have to do?" Prince Nicholas still gritted his teeth and bowed his head respectfully after turning around.

Mo Chen, who crossed Erlang's legs, looked at Prince Nicholas Zhaofu at the door of the main hall and said: "Go back and help me tell you that god king, if you can't pay tribute on time next year, I will go to his harem and play with his god princess, I heard that the women over there are all big breasts and big butts." ”

“... By all means..."

(Before I was recommended, I wanted to change the title of the book, I wanted to change the title of "Villain Tyrant", do you have a good title, you can leave a message in the comment area, if it's good, I'll use it, I feel that the current title is not very good, and ask for recommendation votes.) ）