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Chapter 1662 Uncontrollable Killing Intent

"disease……"

Late at night, just when Mo Wangchen was planning to take Meng Yurou and Xiao Mingyue back to the Holy Mountain.

Suddenly, in the sky in the distance outside the City of Time, a rainbow light flew rapidly over.

Not only Mo Wangchen, but also most of the cultivators in the city were attracted.

Looking around, everyone discovered that it was a young man, who looked slightly pale at the moment.

Behind the man, there was also a flash of rainbow light flying past, as if chasing the man.

"Demon soldiers!"

In the City of Time, someone exclaimed that what was chasing behind the man at this moment was not a cultivator, but a demon weapon, exuding an astonishing violent aura. Obviously, this was a demon weapon with great power.

This kind of thing would always only appear in the hands of the strong men of the ancient tribe.

"Aotian?"

Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes and recognized at a glance that the man flying for his life was Aotian.

"Isn't that Aotian, the son of the True Dragon among the Sixteen Thieves of the Holy Mountain? There is actually a demon soldier chasing him?"

"How can the demon soldiers chase people for no reason? There is definitely someone controlling everything secretly. I heard that this Aotian also entered the divine realm in his early years and received the essence and blood of a true dragon. His body has long been tempered to be like a real dragon.

Similarly, those ancient masters who are able to not show up and chase him with a demon weapon must have at least reached the second level of the ancient god realm, right?"

Many people in the city are talking about it, including some old masters from the Holy Land.

Aotian's predecessor was from the Ancient Clan, but because he had been with Mo Wangchen since he was a child, he had always been devoted to the Human Clan. In the eyes of many people, he was also one of the arrogant sons of the Human Clan. Now he is being raped by the Ancient Clan.

The hunter's pursuit immediately made many people feel angry.

"Since the Qing Sheng Emperor took action, this kind of hunting of geniuses has rarely happened again, right? Are the Ancient Clan really not afraid that our human race will perish together with them?"

"It's so arrogant to the extreme. Could it be that their ancient clan thinks that they are so powerful that they have nothing to fear from the existence of human emperors?"

Everyone was angry, but no one dared to take action. Obviously, the demon soldier that was chasing Aotian at this moment was very powerful. It must be a demon soldier inherited from ancient times, and it contained the essence and blood of a certain ancient king.

A force that very few people can withstand.

"snort!"

But at this moment, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but snorted coldly, his voice mixed with boundless anger, echoing throughout the entire City of Time.

He stood up, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Aotian who was continuing to flee, blocking the way of the demon soldiers who were plundering and killing him.

"It seems that your ancient tribe has really had a very comfortable life these years..."

A cold voice came from Mo Wangchen's mouth. The next moment, under the eyes of everyone in the city, his palms were stretched out far away, and the power of the true art of war was released. In an instant, it was as if there was an invisible...

The big hand imprisoned the demon soldier in place.

"Bang!"

He squeezed it hard, and the demon soldiers exploded instantly, turning into debris all over the sky and dissipating.

"Don't forget Chen?!"

In the City of Time, some people exclaimed that the scene just happened too suddenly, but when they reacted, they recognized Mo Wangchen immediately.

"It's the God King's body that has disappeared for several months? Didn't it mean that he has once again embarked on the ancient road of conquering the outside world? Unexpectedly, he is still in the Three Pure Realms at this moment?"

"That's nonsense. How long has it been since Mo Wangchen came back? The grudge between him and the Dragon Clan has not been settled yet, so how could he leave."

In the city, many people were surprised and kept talking.

"Are you okay?"

Mo Wangchen came to Aotian's side, looked at him, and found that there were many scars on his body, obviously he had experienced a hard battle.

Aotian shook his head. After seeing that Mo Wangchen appeared, he finally couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. There was no longer any sense of urgency on his face, but instead there was a kind of anger, "This ancient tribe is really

Shameless, they deliberately lured me to a restricted area in order to do something evil. Fortunately, I was quick to react and saw through their plot early on. But I didn’t expect that they had many masters lurking there..."

Aotian explained the matter briefly to Mo Wangchen.

It turned out that he had gone down to the Holy Mountain not long ago for some reason, and unexpectedly he was targeted by the ancient tribe, who deliberately lured him into the edge of a restricted area, where many masters were ambushed.

Although three of them were killed by Aotian in the end, there was a master among them who was at the second level of the Ancient God Realm. Aotian was naturally unable to defeat him and had no choice but to run for his life. Along the way, he had been killed by this demon soldier several times.

He caught up and was attacked several times. If it weren't for his physical strength, he would have been beaten to ashes by the demon soldiers.

"Don't worry, I will make the ancient clan pay for their actions. Now, I will charge some interest first..."

Anger appeared in Mo Wangchen's eyes. The moment he finished speaking, he turned around, looked towards the calm and unruffled night sky in front of him, and suddenly shouted, "Still want to leave?!"

"Boom!"

The moment the voice fell, his big hand Yaoyao stretched out and swept towards the void, as if to catch the person hiding in the dark.

"Buzz buzz..."

The void shook violently, and in the dark, the ancient master who had just controlled the demon soldiers finally panicked. He thought Mo Wangchen couldn't find him, but he didn't expect that the other party could see where he was at a glance.

Now, he had to get out of his body first and escape quickly. Facing this young god king who could kill even the Fire God Emperor, unless the ancient king took action, otherwise, it would be impossible to stop him on his own.

.

"ah!"

However, almost the moment he appeared, Mo Wangchen's big hand covered him, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely held in his hand.

The invisible big hand imprisoned the ancient warrior in mid-air. His palms contracted, and the huge force made him scream in agony.

This so-called master of the ancient tribe was actually a young man. Although he was humanoid, his whole body was covered with a layer of golden hair.

"The emperor's son of the ancient divine ape clan?"

In the city, some people were surprised, apparently recognizing that the ancient master captured by Mo Wangchen was actually a member of the ancient divine ape clan and a son of the emperor.

"Don't forget Chen, if you dare to kill me, you will be endlessly hunted by the ancient divine apes!"

The emperor panicked. The power of the divine king's body was beyond imagination. The ancient divine ape clan has always been famous for its warlike nature. Their bodies were not as terrifying as those of the dragon clan. However, now, with one hand, Mo Wangchen

It just locked him in place, unable to move.

"When you die, I will personally trample the divine ape clan to the ground. I have given you gifts and opportunities in the early years. Now, it is time for you to repay."

Mo Wangchen's cold voice echoed throughout the entire City of Time. His eyes were full of murderous intent and he could no longer hold back. The moment he finished speaking, the palms raised in the air were tightened with force, and in the blink of an eye, these palms were closed.

The emperor's son of the divine ape tribe was crushed into a bloody mist.


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