"His strength?" The great elder Mo Qingtian also looked up at Wang Meng. His eyes were vicious and he was the first to discover Wang Meng's abnormality. The strength of the late-stage eighth-grade realm was not weaker than that of himself and Mo Jiuyou.

"Is it because Wang Meng is in seclusion and has an adventure?" Mo Qingtian thought.

But even if Wang Meng really has an adventure, it is impossible to break through so quickly, right?

This span is too large.

Mo Qingtian didn't know what was going on for a moment, what happened?

The same is true on the other side of Mo Jiuyou.

Mo Jiuyou stared at Wang Meng's eyes, and was shocked at this moment.

He shouted incredibly: "Wang Meng, why did your strength suddenly increase so much? What about the old demon god?"

"Old Demon God? He temporarily handed over all his power to me and asked me to clean up the portal for the Demons."

“Clean the portal?”

Wang Meng's words made Mo Jiuyou's demonic aura rise up, and he became angry and embarrassed.

Wang Meng ignored him, looked at all the demons who stopped fighting below, and spoke, "Everyone, the old demon god encountered a poisonous hand in the forbidden area of ​​seclusion. It was done by this great prince of the demon clan, Mo Jiuyou. He was despicable and shameless. In order to achieve his goal, he actually joined forces with the demon spirit clan to persecute the old demon god. If I hadn't arrived in time at the moment, the old demon god would have died long ago. Now the old demon god has no power, and can only give me all his power for the time being, so I can clear the portal for him."

"Everyone, this is the eldest prince of the demon clan you support. He is an absolute villain. I would like to ask everyone, aren't you afraid of not being able to sleep at night if you support such a person? This eldest prince of the demon clan may kill you for something."

Wang Meng said coldly, saying that they supported the wrong person. The eldest prince of the demon clan, Mo Jiuyou, is not a demon god worthy of support.

Sure enough, after Wang Meng finished speaking, many demons who supported Mo Jiuyou frowned and were panicked.

Seeing this, Mo Jiuyou stared at Wang Meng and shouted angrily: "Wang Meng, don't talk nonsense to me here, you are disgusting and slandering me."

"Malicious slander?"

Wang Meng smiled, and a sneered sneered across the corner of his mouth: "Mo Jiuyou, you are so shameless. You can even persecute the old demon god, and you have the nerve to discuss slander."

"If you don't say anything else, just colluding with the Demon Spirit Clan is enough to make you die without a burial place. Don't you know that colluding with the Demon Spirit Clan and using the Demon Spirit Clan's illusory space secret technique to do evil is a taboo for the Demon Spirit Clan?"

"That's right, how can you collude with the Demon Spirit Clan?" An elder who supported Mo Jiuyou below frowned and questioned.

Thousands of years ago, the Demon Spirit Clan harmed the entire Demon Spirit Clan, so no one wants the secret technique of the Demon Spirit Clan to appear again.

If Mo Jiuyou touched this taboo, even if he was the eldest prince, he would let all the powerful demons attack him.

Mo Jiuyou naturally understood this.

He didn't dare to admit it, and retorted with gritted teeth: "Nonsense, do you believe this human boy, Wang Meng? He clearly made a piece of news deliberately to deal with me."

Wang Meng sneered when he heard this and said sarcastically: "Shameless! If you talk about shamelessness, your eldest prince is invincible in the world and no one can compare to it."

"Stop talking nonsense! Wang Meng, I know you are the friend of the Demon Emperor. Since that's the case, you can't leave today, so I'll give me my life."

Mo Jiuyou's eyes were fierce, and when he squeezed his palms from the air, a "buzzing" sound suddenly came from the space next to Wang Meng.

Wang Meng raised his eyebrows and felt the pressure coming from the space next to him.

However, there was no fear in Wang Meng's eyes. A trace of anger rose from Wang Meng's heart. Wang Meng shouted: "Do you think I was the past?"

Swish!

Wang Meng's body filled with spiritual energy, turned into a stream of light, and easily jumped out of this area.

Wang Meng, who has obtained the strength of the old demon god, has the late-stage level of the eighth grade, which is the same level as Mo Jiuyou, so it is naturally impossible for Mo Jiuyou to forcefully suppress Wang Meng with his realm strength.

"This guy..."

Mo Jiuyou noticed that the viciousness on his face became deeper.

Mo Jiuyou felt a little in his heart at this moment that Wang Meng would be the key to the return of the Demonic Tribe's God's throne this time, which made Mo Jiuyou want to kill Wang Meng even more.

"snort!"

"So what can I do at the same level? I am the eldest prince of the demon clan. Can't I kill you, a human brat?"

Demon Jiuyou roared angrily, unwilling to accept it.

The demonic energy around him lingered in his body, and it condensed into a huge demon cloud above his head.

Wang Meng looked up and noticed that there were several huge skulls in the magic cloud, and the terrifying aura emanated from it.

"Wang Meng! Today I will kill you and the little demon boy, and Mingzheng will become the next demon god of the demon clan in gentleness." Mo Jiuyou shouted angrily, his eyes were red, and his black hair was flying in the wind, his aura was terrifying.

After all, he is the eldest prince of the demon clan. If he wants to become the next demon god, Mo Jiuyou really has the ability.

Wang Meng was not afraid, and a trace of aura of contempt for the world surged out of Wang Meng's body. Wang Meng shouted: "Is that so? Then I will kill you today and clear the portal for the old demon god."

Wang Meng flew below and handed the little demon child to Zi Yan.

His battle with the Demon Jiuyoulong will definitely be a tragic situation and will not be careless at all.

Swish!

The king rushed into the sky, and his surging momentum was revealed. It was the late stage of the eighth grade, and it looked very powerful.

Even compared to the eldest prince Demon Jiuyou, it is not much inferior.

"When Wang Meng took advantage of the power of the old demon god, he actually reached the late stage of the eighth grade. This is so terrifying."

"Wang Meng and the old demon god are at the same level now. It's not certain who will win to death."

"This battle is something to watch."

All the demons below turned their eyes and were shocked. They understood that Wang Meng and Mo Jiuyou were the biggest key in today's battle.

Whoever wins the two will control everything in front of you.

"Demonic Art!"

Mo Jiuyou shouted, and the demonic energy in his body rose up, turning into a fierce demonic energy, and aimed at Wang Meng.

Mo Jiuyou used the Demonic Art, which was Mo Jiuyou's specialty. His ability to use this move was enough to prove his importance to Wang Meng.

After all, Wang Meng is still in the late stage of the eighth grade, and is at the same level as Demon Jiuyou.

Demon Jiuyou cannot be careless.

Wang Meng can't do this either.

The strong spiritual energy in the body also turned into spiritual energy and flew out, fighting against the Demon Jiuyou.

Bang!

Rumble...

This fierce impact.

It is like the hedge between two rivers of force, they wash away each other and stalemate.

Eventually they all dissipated.

The first time the two of them fought was no less than that of each other.

However, the space where the confrontation was very tragic, with holes everywhere, and a long hole was torn into pieces below.

The strong demons who were watching were avoiding each other.

The confrontation between Wang Meng and Mo Jiuyou was too fierce, and that was not something they could resist. Even if it was affected a little, it would be enough to break them to pieces.

"But some skills!" Mo Jiuyou stared at Wang Meng, seemingly plain, but he hated him very much in his heart.

Wang Meng was able to kill him with one hand.

But now.
Chapter completed!