After listening to Mo Wangchen's words, everyone around turned to stone.
Not only the Flame Phoenix Saint and Jiang Chen, they never thought that Tang Yongming and the Holy Son of Heaven would now fall into each other's hands.
And what does he mean?
Whether to release the person or not depends on the sincerity of the Holy Lands and the ancient martial arts families...
If this isn't kidnapping, what else could it be?
"presumptuous!"
In the sky, Holy Lord Yanhuang was furious and looked closely at him, "Mo Wangchen, don't go too far, please let me go quickly!"
"Why do you let them go just as you say? They are all my hostages. Why should I catch them when I don't want any benefits?"
Everyone was speechless again. Who knows why you caught them when you were free?
They are all geniuses from various forces, and there are also many saint-child-level monsters who were kidnapped by you. Now, in front of all the saints in the world, they dare to ask for benefits here!
"In one sentence, should I let him go?!"
Not only the Yanhuang Divine Sect, but also the two holy masters of the Jiang family and the Tang family also had angry faces.
The momentum of the three of them was as strong as a mountain, causing the color of the world to change. They felt like they would take action if they disagreed.
Don't forget that his face changed slightly. Although his face was calm, some feelings of fear could not help but appear in his heart. Each of these powerful Holy Lords is capable of sweeping an entire party. Anyone can slap them with just one slap.
Shoot yourself to death.
But when they thought about the hostages in their hands, and the existence behind them that made them fearful.
Mo Wangchen suddenly had a look on his face and stood up and said, "Give me half of the desolate power you have obtained, and I will let you go, otherwise there will be no need to discuss anything."
"Shameless boy, how dare you open your mouth like a lion!"
The Holy Master of the Tang family was so angry that he vomited blood. He had just lost a weapon of the Holy Path. Now the Tang family is waiting for these desolate powers to repair another ancestral weapon in the clan. If Mo Wangchen takes it
Halfway through, wouldn’t the Tang family suffer a big loss on this trip?
Not only did they not get any benefits, they also lost a soldier of the holy way. This was a big loss for the Tang family and other forces.
"If I were really a lion, I would need all the power of Huang. Unfortunately, I am not greedy, and I have some conscience. I only need half of your power of Huang, and the other half is enough for you to repair a whole house.
A soldier of the holy way." Mo Wangchen said.
Today, the holy bones were born. If all parties had not brought out the soldiers of the holy way to suppress it, the Xuanwu Alliance would have been in a bloody storm.
From a certain perspective, these forces are helpful to the cultivators of the Xuanwu Alliance, so Mo Wangchen naturally does not dare to go too far.
However, one code leads to another. The reason why the sacred bones were awakened was entirely due to Jiang Chen opening the ancient coffin. There is no one to blame.
"Don't Wangchen, you are openly showing contempt for the Holy Lands and the Ancient Martial Arts Family, and let me, the Saint of the Flame Phoenix Sect, go immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Holy Lord Yanhuang snorted coldly.
"Okay, come on, I want to see if you dare to touch me." Mo Wangchen took a step forward again and looked directly at the other person with no fear on his face.
He had seen early on that these holy masters were afraid of the person behind him. Otherwise, they would have taken action directly. How could they talk so much nonsense to him.
"you!"
Holy Lord Yanhuang was so angry that he vomited blood. He really didn't dare to take action against Mo Wangchen. The sword light that penetrated most of the world that day even Yan Ruyi was frightened away. No matter how bold he was, he would not fight with Mo Wangchen.
Don't dare to provoke the people behind Mo Wangchen.
Among the crowd, Tian Xinzhi, Tianwu Saint Son Leng Yun and other geniuses had strange expressions on their faces. They looked at Mo Wangchen in the field. Obviously, they had never thought that someone would dare to hold the proud people of all parties hostage in this way to obtain benefits.
The others felt lucky that they did not encounter Mo Wangchen in the ruins before.
"Give me the power of Huang, and I will release them immediately. Okay, don't talk so much. Come one by one first, and no one can jump in the queue." Mo Wangchen said.
Everyone was speechless again. Don't jump in line. This is simply playing with fire and burning yourself. Which of these powerful Holy Lords can't slap you to death?
"Don't even think about it, what if we give you the power of desolation and you don't let him go?" A strong Holy Lord shouted coldly.
"Don't be stupid, everyone is just looking for money, handing over people and delivering goods. Why should I lock them up when I have nothing to do? To put it bluntly, I have to take care of them, and I don't have the time.
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Everyone was speechless. How could this sound like those saints and saints were his pets?
"Everyone, let Fang Mou be the witness for you, how about it?" At this time, Fang Yuan stood up. He was a little speechless towards Mo Wangchen, but he also admired the other party's courage. Even the Holy Son and the Saint
Even women dare to hold him hostage.
Looking at the past and present times of the Xuanwu League, how many people dare to do such an astonishing act?
"Senior Fang Yuan has testified, so I can trust him. I don't know what they think." Mo Wangchen nodded.
All the Saint Lords frowned, they had to do it. After all, they were the pillars of the next generation of their forces, but if they handed over half of their desolate power, it would feel painful just thinking about it.
"Little friend Mo, I don't think it's better than this. Today we all lost a weapon of the holy way. This desolate power can just make up for this loss. If not... we will replace it with an immortal stone. How about exchanging it with you?"
The Holy Master's words were quite polite. He was obviously seeking Mo Wangchen's opinion and did not dare to be forceful.
"Yes, our major families and the Holy Lands will each give you 100 million immortal stones. I wonder what you think of this proposal?" Another person said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Each party took out 100 million. When added up, what an astonishing amount this would be?
"Why do I need fairy stone?"
However, Mo Wangchen refused simply and glanced at them disdainfully, "Previously, in Sunset City, a desolate stone the size of a thumb, with an internal desolate strength of less than half a kilogram, was sold for nearly 100 million yuan.
After buying it, do you think I am stupid, or do you think that the lives of these saints and saints are worth 100 million immortal stones?"
To be honest, fairy stones are indeed dispensable to Mo Wangchen. He has inexhaustible divine springs on his body. If he takes out some at random and goes to the auction house for auction, will he still be short of fairy stones?
"Okay, I, the Yanhuang Divine Sect, will trade with you first!" Holy Lord Yanhuang said, the hostage is in Mo Wangchen's hands, he must compromise even if he doesn't.
Zhou Jing was beheaded not long ago, and the great elder died in the ruins just now. If something happened to the Saint, the Yanhuang Divine Sect would be almost the same as the exterminated sect.
"Bring the power of desolation," Mo Wangchen said while holding the Qiankun bag and looking at the other party.
"call out!"
A storage ring flew from the hands of Holy Lord Yanhuang. This was the desolate power that had been distributed by all parties. He took out half of it and stored it in the ring.
When you get the ring, don't forget to look into it with your spiritual mind. You will see that the power inside it is as dense as mist, weighing three to four hundred kilograms.
"There is hope that Futian Bow can be repaired..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes shining, but without hesitation, he clapped the Qiankun bag in his hand and released the Flame Phoenix Saint.
"Don't forget Chen, you bastard!"
The Flame Phoenix Saint's eyes flashed with confusion at first, but when she saw Mo Wangchen in front of her, her face suddenly became furious.