Dragon God Sovereign

Chapter 1076: Feng Wuchen, help me!

Chapter 1076: Feng Wuchen, help me!

"Go to his uncle, I was so frightened."

"Buckling! Who is it? There is a kind of get out and promise not to kill you!"

"Using a dead person to scare people! Don't catch you for me, or I will chop you into meat sauce!"

The guards at the auction scolded.

"Hey, he is not a dead person, he is still alive, and the bones of his hands and feet have been crushed." A guard suddenly said, shaking all over by the terrible state of Motian.

"It's really alive, it's too tragic, right? What bad things did he do, did he ruin other people's wives? It was tortured like this?" Another guard asked in horror, looking at the terrible Mo Tian, cold sweat behind his back Take it straight.

"The one who shot is too cruel!" The other guard trembled, looking at Motian's tragic situation, as if it had happened to him.

Motian was lying in agony at the entrance of the auction, unable to move, his blood already stained the ground.

The pain almost made Motian coma, but he forced himself to stay awake.

With such a serious injury, once he passed out, he would never be able to wake up in his life.

There is a kind of pain, called pain when looking at it.

"What's so noisy?" At this moment, an elder came out and scolded the guard.

"The third elder Qiqi, I don't know who it was. He threw a seriously injured person at the door of our auction in vain. The bones of this person's hands and feet were crushed and it was very miserable." A guard hurriedly reported respectfully.

"Oh? Is there anything else?" Third Elder Nie Fengyun said in amazement, and quickly stepped forward to take a look.

"He was hurt so badly, how did he survive? Wait..." Nie Fengyun saw that his old face changed drastically, staring at Mo Tian with wide eyes.

"Three elders, I feel that this guy is a bit familiar." A guard said, the more he looked at Mo Tian, the more familiar he felt.

"You...you are the Demon Race Young Master Motian!" Nie Fengyun exclaimed in vain for a moment of shock.

"What? Motian? He is Motian?" Several guards were shocked.

"That's right! It's him! He is Motian, I was saying so familiar." A guard said affirmatively.

Motian lying on the ground, his pale face showed a tragic smile.

On the street, the people coming and going were all disturbed.

"Really the Young Master of the Demon Race!"

"Retribution! Retribution! The demons were destroyed, but he escaped. Unexpectedly, he ended up like this!"

"Three Elders, kill him!"

The crowd yelled and cursed in relief.

Hearing the screams of the crowd, Motian's heart was already desperate.

"Sure enough it is retribution." Motian smiled sadly in his heart.

Everyone in the mainland hates the Demon Race. As long as they belong to the Demon Race, they can't wait to break them into pieces.

"Motian, you fend for yourself." Above the sky, Yinyang Tianhun sneered, confirming the devil's fate, and Yinyang Tianhun flashed away.

"You beast! The demons killed my whole family, and I killed you! Revenge for them!" One person roared in vain, and wanted to slap the magic sky with a palm.

"Stop!" Nie Fengyun hurriedly stopped and said, "Although Motian said that the crime deserves it, the crime deserves death, but we can't kill him now. The leader has been tracking the whereabouts of this person, although he does not know who sent it, but since he found out After Motian, you have to report to the leader."

"That's also true, hand him over to the leader!" Everyone agreed.

Feng Wuchen saved countless lives on the mainland, and was the savior of the mainland. Everyone regarded Feng Wuchen as a god.

Now that Nie Fengyun puts forward his opinions, no one dares to object.

Nie Fengyun did not dare to neglect, and immediately rushed to the Dragon Temple with the seriously injured Motian.

"Who is the one coming?" The guard of the Dragon Temple stopped by one person.

"At the auction, Nie Fengyun asked to see the lord immediately, the young master of the demon clan, Motian, has been captured." Nie Fengyun respectfully reported.

"Three elders, please." The guard immediately retreated.

"Report to the Hallmaster, Motian has been captured by the third elders of the auction." The other guard dashed to the hall to report.

"Motian?" Feng Wuchen was slightly startled, frowning and said: "Isn't Motian being with Yin Yang Heavenly Soul? How did the third elder capture it?"

"Brother Feng, let's go out and have a look." Liu Qingyang said quickly.

When Feng Wuchen came to the outside of the hall, they were all taken aback when they saw the strange Demon Heaven beside Nie Fengyun.

"Leader, the old man has given him healing pills." Nie Fengyun reported respectfully.

"Who made such a cruel move, actually smashed the bones of this brute's hands and feet!" Bai Mie was shocked.

"This has become a useless person! Who did it on earth? I have to thank him very much!" Liu Qingyang said with a grudge.

"A man who has done all the bad things will end up similar to him."

"Deal deserves it!"

"Hall Master, kill him! Destroy the demons completely!"

"Yes! This beast should be killed!"

Everyone in the Dragon Temple scolded.

"It should be the Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul." Ling Xiaoxiao said, turning his head to the side after only one glance. The devil's appearance was so miserable that she did not dare to look.

Feng Wuchen looked at Motian blankly. He didn't know how much pain and torture Motian had endured, let alone how Motian survived.

"Feng Wuchen, if you want to kill you, please, please, I know I won't survive today, kill me." Motian said with difficulty, his pale face squeezed a sorrowful smile.

Today's magic sky is like a mouse crossing the street, everyone yells to kill.

"I won't kill you." Feng Wuchen said blankly, looking at the miserable Mo Tian.

"Am I not even qualified to die in your hands?" Motian laughed at himself.

"You are the young master of the Demon Race, the strongest genius of the Demon Race. Of course you are qualified. I can't understand how much pain and insult you have endured to make you survive until now, but your eyes tell me that you are very unwilling. You don't want to die." Feng Wuchen said lightly.

Hearing Feng Wuchen's words, Mo Tian was shocked, and a strong grief surged into his heart.

In the mouths of others, Motian heard insults and insults, shouting and killing, making him feel desperate.

But in Feng Wuchen's mouth, what Motian heard was pity.

Motian's eye sockets were moistened, tears of unsatisfaction slipped down, and the still suppressed sadness and suffocation emotions instantly poured into his heart.

"Feng Wuchen, help me!" Motian choked up, his scarlet eyes filled with hatred, and roared: "I want revenge! I want revenge! I am unwilling to be insulted by the shameless villain of Yin Yang Heavenly Soul. His body is shattered! I want to let his soul fly away!"

The images of Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul cruelly torturing him continue to appear in his mind, Motian's eyes are full of hatred, and his grief and anger are vented frantically.

Seeing this face of Motian, Liu Qingyang and the others were silent. They didn't know how much pain and humiliation Motian had endured, but they could guess some.

Looking at Motian with pleading eyes, Feng Wuchen said: "I will help you."