"Haha... OK!"

"My friend, I saw your ability just now. It seems that this matter is very correct to me."

"My strength cannot be fully utilized, I can only place all my hopes on you."

Wang Meng was stunned by the words of the old demon god, and then he reacted a little.

"What do you mean is to let me use your power to take action?" Wang Meng asked in surprise.

"That's right!" The old demon god nodded without objection: "With my power, you cannot reach my own realm, but you can reach the late-stage level of the eighth grade. This is enough to deal with the eldest prince demon Jiuyou."

"My little friend, with my strength, time is limited, everything depends on how you control it. I believe you will do it. Now, are you ready?" The old demon stared at Wang Meng with a smile, and his words were full of confidence in Wang Meng.

Wang Meng grinned.

He nodded without hesitation and bowed, "Since the old demon god is so confident about me, I won't say much, and I'll say anything more. I'll make you mother-in-law and mother."

"Okay! As the saying goes, time doesn't wait for anyone, so let's go right away."

The old demon spoke.

Wang Meng slowly walked towards the old demon god and accepted the transmission of the old demon god's power.

Wang Meng just accepted it, and this step is to consolidate the effect.

At this time, the battle began outside the Great Elder's Hall, and the war reached a white-hot stage.

The situation is undoubtedly the strong side of the eldest prince Mo Jiuyou, and they almost crushed their posture one-sidedly.

If it weren't for Zi Yan and Qingluo, some elders and others who tried their best to protect them, they would have been defeated long ago.

In this battle, the great elder Mo Qingtian was being treated by the Demon-Printing Pill and was unable to take action.

The most powerful pillar collapsed, and they had almost no hope of winning.

"ah……"

With a scream, a support elder on the level 10 magic pattern little demon child was injured by his opponent, with a big bloody mouth on his chest and his arm torn.

Swish!

Fortunately, Zi Yan rushed over at this time and held the Demon Sword in her hand and blocked her in front of her.

Zi Yan ranks among the best in these people because of their combat effectiveness.

"Thank you." The injured elder looked at Zi Yan with gratitude.

Zi Yan stared at his injury and sighed: "You are in a bad situation now, so don't take action next."

"Yeah!" The elder nodded, looking a little sad.

He and Zi Yan turned around at the same time, and could clearly see all the situation in front of him.

They were seriously injured and were completely defeated, it was only a matter of time.

"Hu..." He let out a gentle breath, Qingluo also walked over at this time and looked at Zi Yan and said, "Sister Zi Yan, the current situation is too dangerous. What should we do?"

"At this point, I can only expect Wang Meng to succeed. As long as he successfully rescues the old demon god, we will counterattack."

Zi Yan placed all her hope on Wang Meng.

Qingluo next to him nodded, and understood that this was the only way at present.

"Hehe..."

Frozen laughter came from the sky, and Mo Jiuyou stared at Zi Yan, Qingluo and others, shouted: "Don't make those useless struggles. It is impossible to wait for the old demon god to retreat."

"Mo Jiuyou, you are really despicable." Zi Yan gritted her teeth and shouted, her eyes full of coldness. She had already hated Mo Jiuyou to the core.

"Zi Yan, let's talk nonsense, hand over the level ten demonic little demon child immediately. I can consider letting you guys go."

"Impossible. I have hidden my son, and you will never find it." Zi Yan shouted, she stood in front, and the great glory of maternal love shone extremely brightly at this moment.

"Is that so? Zi Yan, since I'm here today, I will find the little demon child with level 10 magic pattern wherever he is hidden."

Mo Jiuyou let go of his harsh words.

He followed the order to find the little devil.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

After a while, a few crying came from the backyard. Two powerful demons from the Demon Nine Nether camp grabbed the little demon boy and walked over.

He shouted, "The eldest prince, you succeed."

"Very good!" Mo Jiuyou smiled with satisfaction.

The little demon boy's face was full of fear, and the level ten magic patterns on his forehead were flashing, and he shouted: "Mom, save me..."

"Little Devil..." Zi Yan shouted, holding the Demon Sword in her hand, rushing over at all costs, trying to save the Devil.

Swish!

At this time, the third elder of the demon clan turned into a strong wind and blew over, blocking Zi Yan's way out.

"Hehe..."

Mo Jiuyou sneered with a hideous sneer, raised his palm gently, and terrifying power burst out. The little demon child in the hands of the two demons flew over immediately and floated in front of Mo Jiuyou.

The body is imprisoned and cannot move at all.

Mo Jiuyou aimed his palm at the little demon child. With a slight grasp, the little demon child's face changed, as if he was oppressed by some terrifying force.

"No..." Zi Yan shouted. She knew that as long as the Demon Jiuyou tried hard, the little demon child would be wiped out and died completely.

Mo Jiuyou snorted coldly, ignoring Zi Yan's shout below, locking in the little demon child with a cold look, and saying with a hideous face: "Level 10 Demon Pattern! The second level 10 Demon Pattern in the Demon Clan has been the second Level 10 Demon Pattern in the past ten years. If you grow up, how many people in the world will be your opponent? Unfortunately, you are too young and destined to be unable to survive."

"I will kill you today and prove my demon path."

"Destroy!"

Mo Jiuyou shouted, shaking the sky, and his voice was filled with endless murderous intent.

"No..." Zi Yan's voice was hoarse in her voice, but she couldn't resist all this and could only watch it.

"The chosen son of the level 10 magic pattern, born with a demon god? Haha... It turns out that they are just a joke, you are dead."

Mo Jiuyou sneered fiercely and prepared to kill the little demon child.

Just as his palm was tightly clenched, he wanted to crush the little demon child into pieces, a black light shone on his body, and a terrifying force rushed out.

"What's going on?" Mo Jiuyou was shocked.

Swish!

Before he could fully react, a flying sword shot out, cutting through the sky, and instantly arrived in front of Mo Jiuyou.

Mo Jiuyou was shocked and hurriedly turned his head to avoid it.

However, the flying sword was naturally too fast, so it cut off a bunch of Mo Jiuyou's hair, fell from the sky, and landed on the ground.

A bunch of hair was cut off, and Mo Jiuyou's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Then Mo Jiuyou raised his head and found that the little demon child had dissipated and fell into Wang Meng's hands.

Wang Meng stood there, reached out and touched the little demon child's hair, and gently comforted him: "Little demon child, now that uncle is here, no one can hurt you."

"Well! Uncle is the most powerful." The little devil boy hugged Wang Meng, then kissed Wang Meng.

Wang Meng smiled, turned his gaze away from the little demon child, and found that everyone's eyes turned to him.

Shocking sounds one after another.

Among them, Zi Yan stared at Wang Meng's eyes, full of excitement and joy.

Wang Meng finally appeared.
Chapter completed!