Chapter 1584

On the surface, the magic war did not have the slightest injury, but the spirit of the magic war was hurt by Mo Wentian's soul destroying power.

In fact, if it weren't for the arrogance of demon war, he wouldn't be in my eyes.

By virtue of the spirit of not asking the sky for eight hundred feet, it is impossible to enter the mind of the demon war. If you can't enter the mind, the power of soul destruction naturally can't hurt the mind of the demon war.

"Poof..."

Don't ask heaven if you don't say this. Don't ask heaven if you haven't felt the magic war yet. As soon as you say this, the magic war instantly felt a shiver in your heart.

At the next moment, a mouthful of blood also gushed out of his mouth.

"Boy, you..."

"This... This is simply impossible?"

Feeling the injury on his mind, demon Zhan looked at Mo Wentian, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

Especially when he explored the depths of his heart and was now hurt by Mo Wentian's soul killing sword formula, his dark eyes couldn't help but widen.

"Ask the emperor, are you all right?"

Looking at Mo Wentian standing up, Ji Wujing also hurriedly stood up, a little worried.

Although Mo Wentian's strength is very good, Mo Wentian's cultivation is really too poor.

In the early days of the emperor, if the magic war is at its peak, don't ask the sky if you want to kill. You don't need to fight at all. One finger is enough to kill!

"I'm fine!"

Don't ask the sky. Ji Wujing smiled faintly.

"I'm fine?"

"Didn't master Shenzhu say I was a Protoss man? And this Zhenshen tower is an artifact dedicated to killing Protoss people. Why was I injured by this Zhenshen tower, but only physically?"

The next moment, it seems to be thinking of something, don't ask the sky's eyebrows, also slightly frowned.

"Buzzing..."

At this time, a wave came from Wentian Pavilion.

Immediately, a figure appeared in the sky Pavilion.

This figure is the old man who is very familiar to Mo Wentian.

"Boy, you don't need to worry about these things. When you should know, you will naturally know!"

"As for now, the most important thing for you is to solve this magic war!"

"You don't want to see this magic war hurt by you, but if you don't strike while the iron is hot and give him a chance to breathe, his strength will slowly recover. At that time, you and Ji boy can't solve it!"

In the eyes of the God bead old man, the slightest ray of light passed, depressing the voice of the way.

"Thank you for reminding me, master Shenzhu!"

Listen to the words of old Shenzhu, don't ask the sky and understand in an instant.

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't think about his identity, but focused all his attention on dealing with the magic war.

"Nothing is impossible!"

"Old bastard, today is your death!"

Immediately, don't ask the light in heaven's eyes flashed, looking at the magic war, with a cold and arrogant face.

That appearance, as if the supreme ancient king, rolling pressure, vast.

"That's right!"

"Demon war, today is your death, but it's a pity that you die so early!"

Ji Wujing's expression was also cold, and she drank fiercely.

"What a pity?"

Hearing the words, the heart of demon war was full of confusion.

"Old bastard, if you die today, you won't see the day when our celestial world destroys your celestial demon world, and you won't see your countless celestial demon world disciples who have become slaves of our celestial world..."

Ji Wujing's voice was extremely cold.

At the same time, a deep chill spread from Ji Wujing.

That chill seems to be able to freeze people directly.

"Celestial realm?"

"Demon world?"

"There seems to be a conflict between the two worlds!"

Listening to Ji Wujing's words, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold light, and his heart began to think secretly.

Although Mo Wentian doesn't know the situation in the fairy world and the demon world on this day, you can tell from Ji Wujing's words that the fairy world and the demon world on this day must be hostile forces.

"Ji's boy, you are so hateful!"

"You must die today!"

At this moment, the devil war listened to Ji Wujing's words, especially when he heard that the disciples of the demon world were going to become slaves of the disciples of the fairy world, the rolling magic power of the devil war was even more vast.

At the next moment, the magic war hit countless tricks on the Zhenshen tower again.

Just at the moment, the magic war did not bother Mo Wentian, but went towards Ji Wujing.

"This old bastard will die in his arrogance after all!"

Watching the demon war go directly towards Ji Wujing, but he didn't care about him at all, Mo Wentian's heart rose a trace of joy.

The soul destroying sword formula was secretly displayed, and Mo Wentian's figure flashed, holding the heaven devouring sword, and directly beheaded at the demon war.

At the moment, Ji Wujing, looking at Mo Wentian's attack on the demon war behind him, his eyes also soared.

"Soul destroying formula!"

"Old bastard, go to hell!"

With a sharp drink, Ji Wujing played countless Indian rhymes.

The countless Yin Jue, in the void, formed a huge word of extinction, and fell towards the demon war.

This time, Ji Wujing used his full strength.

I can't tell why. Looking at Mo Wentian, who is chasing after the demon war, Ji Wujing has a strong premonition in his heart.

This is an opportunity, a good opportunity to kill demons!

"Death!"

And in the eyes of demon war, the killing intention is also terrifying.

Zhenshen tower fell towards Ji Wujing in an instant.

At the moment of the magic war, his heart is full of confidence. He has full confidence. Ji Wujing will die under his Zhenshen tower.

As for Mo Wentian, who followed behind him, he was aroused by Ji Wujing, and he didn't pay attention to Mo Wentian at all.

"Qiang Qiang..."

Just when he thought that Ji Wujing would die if his Zhenshen tower fell.

"Ah..."

"No..."

……

Demon war suddenly screamed.

Demon Zhan looked at his chest with an unbelievable face, and saw that his chest had been pierced by Mo Wentian's heaven devouring sword at the moment.

"Tear..."

The next moment, Mo Wentian's hand with the heaven devouring sword slid down, directly from the chest of the demon war, toward his abdomen.

At the place where the heaven devouring sword passed, the rolling magic gas dispersed in an instant.

The phantom of the magic war, where the heaven devouring sword passed, was also illusory.

However, in a few breaths, don't ask where the heaven devouring divine sword passed, but it disappeared.

"This... This is impossible!"

"How could I die in the hands of a boy in the early days of the emperor!"

"No..."

……

Roaring voices rang out.

This is also the last sound of magic war.

"Buzzing..."

When the voice of the magic war suddenly stopped, even the dark magic gas disappeared in the void.