"What's the matter?"
Hearing this, a flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"In the Qingfeng Mountains, there is a kind of monster, the Phantom Tanuki, whose cultivation is at the early stage of the Emperor!"
"Its demon elixir can help improve my cultivation!"
Huantian didn't hesitate at all, looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Phantom tanuki?"
"Can it help improve your cultivation?"
"Where is the Phantom Tanuki?"
Mo Wentian's eyes glowed with an extremely bright light, and he said indifferently.
"Right in this valley!"
Huantian looked at Mo Wentian with firmness in his voice.
"Then let's go and see. Since this phantom civet cat can help you achieve a breakthrough in cultivation, then we will take away the phantom civet cat's demon elixir!"
Mo Wentian's eyes lit up instantly.
Immediately, without any hesitation, he took a step forward and walked directly towards the depths of the valley.
"Meow meow… "
In a moment, the figures of Mo Wentian and Huantian appeared deep in the valley.
As they entered the depths of the valley, a series of cat calls could be heard instantly.
"Boss, this phantom civet cat is right here!"
An extremely cold light flashed in Huantian's eyes.
"Right here?"
"Why didn't I see the phantom civet cat, and why did I feel the phantom civet cat's breath coming and going at times?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes glanced around, full of surprise.
"Boss, this phantom civet cat is a monster that practices illusion. Naturally, its true form will not appear casually!"
"But if you want to do everything in front of me, the ancestor of illusions, that's a bit tricky!"
A low voice sounded, and Huantian's eyes fell on a flower not far away that was shining with dazzling white light.
"Huantian, did you discover something?"
Hearing Huantian's words, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank and he said coldly.
"Boss, since it doesn't want to come out!"
"Then please boss, please blast it out!"
Huantian's eyes were filled with cold light.
As he spoke, his furry paws pointed at the flower that shone with white light.
"If the phantom civet cat doesn't want to get out, then don't blame me for being rude!"
"Shenlong Fist!"
A cold light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
With a cold shout, he punched directly towards the flower that was shining with white light.
"Meow meow… "
"Human, you are so disgusting!"
Just when Mo Wentian's punch was about to land on the flower, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded.
"Buzzing..."
Immediately, a civet cat several hundred feet in size appeared in the void.
The civet cat was covered entirely with white hair, shimmering with white light, and seemed somewhat transparent.
And its pair of shining green eyes exuded a strange aura, glaring at Mo Wentian, but it looked extremely terrifying.
"Boss, don't look into his eyes, he is casting an illusion on you!"
Suddenly, Huantian seemed to have discovered something and said quickly.
"Cast an illusion on me?"
"Phantom Tanuki, I think you are tired of living!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly flashed, and a terrifying murderous intent instantly rose in his eyes.
"Shenlong Fist!"
With a sharp shout, Mo Wentian punched out again, hitting the phantom civet cat in the void.
"You ant in the middle stage of the Heavenly King Period, how dare you attack me!"
"Let's see if I don't tear you to pieces today!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's punch coming towards him again, the Phantom Civet Cat's eyes suddenly shrank, and the cold light in his eyes flickered.
"Tear me to pieces?"
"You alone may not be qualified enough!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's aura suddenly surged.
The next moment, without any hesitation, he punched directly towards the phantom civet cat.
"Buzzing..."
And just when Mo Wentian's punch was about to land on the phantom civet cat, the figure of the phantom civet cat mysteriously disappeared from the spot.
"Boss, watch your back!"
At this moment, Huantian's voice resounded in the void.
"Behind?"
Hearing this, an extremely cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boy, don't forget, I am a monster practicing illusion. It's not that easy for you to hit me with your punch!"
"But it couldn't be easier for me to tear you apart!"
An extremely cold voice came from behind instantly.
I saw the silhouette of the phantom raccoon cat, and at some point, it had appeared behind Mo Wentian.
He opened his claws, which were several feet in size, and an icy cold light shone on them.
"Die!"
The next moment, the fantasy raccoon cat shouted loudly again, opened its claws and grabbed Mo Wentian directly.
"The sick cat in the early days of the Emperor also wants to kill me. How ridiculous!"
"Shenhun, open!"
Mo Wentian watched the phantom civet cat clawing at him, a glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had discovered something.
With a sharp shout, he directly unfolded his soul.
As Mo Wentian's soul unfolded, the soul of the phantom civet cat instantly appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.
"Two hundred and fifty feet of soul!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and an evil smile spread instantly.
You must know that Mo Wentian's soul has now reached the level of 350 feet. His soul is comparable to the emperor's mid-level state.
But the phantom civet cat in front of him only had a soul of 250 feet.
Although the difference between the souls is only a hundred feet, there is a huge difference in the power of the souls.
Suddenly, an idea came to Mo Wentian's mind.
Since this phantom civet cat is a monster that practices illusion, it will take a lot of effort for him to kill it with the Shenlong Fist.
But if it is suppressed directly with the soul, it will save a lot of time and effort.
"The Phantom Civet Cat, with a spirit of two hundred and fifty feet, dares to fight with me?"
"I think you should hand over the demon pill honestly so as to avoid the pain!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the phantom civet cat and said with a cold face.
"Two hundred and fifty feet of soul?"
"Boy, how do you know that my soul is two hundred and fifty feet tall?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the fantasy civet cat looked at Mo Wentian with a look of surprise in his eyes.
He is a demon beast in the early stage of the Emperor, and the Mo Wentian in front of him is not at the middle stage of the Heavenly King. In terms of cultivation alone, the difference is not even a little bit different.
But Mo Wentian in front of him accurately stated his soul. Anyone who could detect his soul must have a soul stronger than him.
But Mo Wentian's cultivation is only in the middle stage of Heavenly King. Is Mo Wentian's soul really stronger than him
"Is it difficult to detect such a rubbish soul?"
Seeing the sudden change in the expression of the phantom civet cat, the curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.