"Will the body be burst? Will the dragon scales be broken?"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with an extremely cold light.
The Immortal Body broke through to the sixth level, and he knew very well the pain Mo Wentian endured when he broke through.
When Binglong said this, Mo Wentian was really worried about Xiaojiao.
At this moment, Mo Wentian finally understood why the Ice Dragon said that many of their Ice Dragon clan could break through the early stage of the Emperor, but in fact only one or two thousandths could break through successfully.
"What if the body is broken? What if the dragon scales are broken?"
"Ice Dragon, if you can break through, I will definitely be able to break through successfully too!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's sonorous and powerful voice suddenly resounded.
His eyes were shining with determination at this moment.
"Little Jiao, I believe in you!"
As soon as Xiaojiao said this, Mo Wentian's eyes also fell on Xiaojiao.
"Boss, thank you!"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light, and he felt a little moved in his heart.
In Mo Wentian's heart, he regarded Xiaojiao as his relative, and in Xiaojiao's heart, he regarded Mo Wentian as his relative.
"Xiao Jinghen, Duan Fan, Fan Zeng, all of you come to the main hall with me!"
The next moment, he seemed to remember something. Looking at the people in front of him, Mo Wentian said coldly.
"Yes, Emperor!"
"Yes, Emperor!"
…
One after another, figures quickly agreed.
"Walk!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian's figure disappeared directly from the spot.
And seeing Mo Wentian's figure disappear, Xiao Jinghen and others did not hesitate at all and quickly followed.
After a moment, when everyone's figures appeared again, they were already in the main hall of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom.
On top of the main hall's seat, Mo Wentian's figure sat upright, looking at the people below him with a cold and arrogant look in his eyes.
"My lord, what do you want to give me?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Fan Zeng and others looked at each other and couldn't help asking.
"Little Jiao, Huantian, give them the things I have prepared for them!"
Hearing this, a flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Then, looking at Xiaojiao and Huantian, he said coldly.
"Okay, boss!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao and Huantian seemed to understand something.
"Buzzing..."
With a thought, handfuls of artifacts appeared in the hall.
The artifacts that appear here are all artifacts that are perfect at the king level.
These artifacts are all Mo Wentian's trophies from the Tianniu tribe.
"Emperor, this..."
"Emperor, these are the perfect artifacts of the king's level. What are you..."
"Emperor, you already gave us the perfect artifact of the king's level last time!"
…
Seeing the handfuls of artifacts appearing, Xiao Jinghen and others had shocked expressions on their faces.
After coming back to his senses, he looked at Mo Wentian and said quickly.
"This emperor knows that he has already given it!"
"This emperor wants you to refine these artifacts quickly and use them to improve your cultivation!"
The corners of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a smile spread instantly.
"Refining artifacts to improve your cultivation?"
"Emperor, these are all perfect king-level artifacts. Isn't it a bit wasteful to refine them and use them to improve your cultivation?"
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, Xiao Jinghen's eyes were filled with shock, and he almost blurted out subconsciously.
"They are just some perfect king-level artifacts. Once they are refined, they will be refined!"
"What this emperor wants is for your cultivation to improve quickly!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and a glimmer of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
This time, there were dozens of perfect king-level artifacts collected in the cities of the Tianniu Clan.
Refining some to improve his cultivation level was of no concern to Mo Wentian.
"What are you still doing?"
"Take it and refine it quickly to improve your cultivation!"
Xiaojiao looked at the people in front of him who were looking at Mo Wentian with awe-inspiring faces, raised a wanton smile at the corner of his mouth, and cursed with a smile.
"Yes, yes, Master Xiaojiao!"
"Yes, Emperor!"
"Thank you, Emperor!"
…
When Xiao Jiao's voice came, Xiao Jinghen and others came to their senses instantly, and without any hesitation, they quickly said respectfully.
Immediately, one after another figures bowed slightly, and one person retreated with two perfect king-level artifacts and some elixirs.
In an instant, only four people, Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao Huantian and Binglong, were left in the main hall.
Mo Wentian let Binglong stay here because Mo Wentian also felt that Xiaojiao's cultivation was about to break through. After all, Binglong had the experience of breaking through to the realm of the Emperor.
His staying here would be of some benefit to Xiaojiao's breakthrough.
"Little Jiao, Huantian, Binglong, you all enter the Wentian Pavilion to practice!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something, looked at Xiaojiao and others, and said coldly.
"Okay, boss!"
"Okay, boss!"
…
One dragon and one demon answered without any hesitation, and disappeared in a flash.
When they appeared again, the figures of a dragon and a demon had appeared in Wentian Pavilion.
As they entered Wentian Pavilion, Mo Wentian was the only one left in the hall.
"My body has broken through to the sixth level of the Immortal Body, the Nine Dragons Holy Body, and my cultivation has also broken through to the middle stage of the Heavenly King. My soul is 350 meters tall, and my spiritual consciousness is 30,000 meters long!"
"My strength is only comparable to the early days of the Emperor!"
"This level of cultivation is still not enough!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with an extremely cold light.
Immediately, Mo Wentian seemed to have thought of something, and began to think secretly in his heart.
"Now, for me, refining the perfect king-level artifact and the blood and essence of the emperor's early warriors are no longer of much use!"
"If you want to break through, you must have stronger artifacts and vitality!"
Originally, when he had not fought against the strong men in the Emperor's realm, Mo Wentian thought that with the terrifying physique of his Nine Dragons Holy Body, he could fight against the strong men in the early Emperor's stage with one punch.
But when it came time for the real battle, Mo Wentian found that his physical strength was simply not enough.
The difference in strength between the warriors in the realm of the Emperor and the warriors in the realm of the Heavenly King is that one is in the sky and the other is underground.
"Consolidate your cultivation first!"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian sat down cross-legged without any hesitation.
For a moment, Mo Wentian entered the practice, and the surrounding bulges quickly gathered towards Mo Wentian.
And the aura on Mo Wentian's body is slowly growing!
One day passed in the blink of an eye.
"Huhuhu..."
Mo Wentian opened his eyes and let out a breath of turbid air.
"If this continues, when will my cultivation level break through!"
"I have to go and experience it!"
Standing up, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.