"Buzzing..."
The next moment, the Divine Dragon Seal appeared directly in Mo Wentian's hand.
Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all and quickly struck out the seals one after another.
As Mo Wentian played the seals one after another, the dragon seal quickly swelled, and in just a few breaths, it had already grown to a size of a hundred feet.
"go to hell!"
With a sharp shout, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the divine dragon seal in the void directly hit the blade spirit of the Nether Dragon Blade.
"Boy, how come you have such a terrifying artifact?"
"This is impossible?"
Seeing the divine dragon seal and the ghost dragon blade's blade spirit coming in an instant, their expressions changed instantly.
The power on the Divine Dragon Seal is really terrifying!
At this moment, the blade spirit of the Ghost Dragon Blade just wants to escape quickly.
But before he could recover, the Divine Dragon Seal was already hitting him.
Subconsciously, the blade spirit of the Ghost Dragon Blade could only grow in size and collide with the Divine Dragon Seal.
"boom… "
There was a violent collision.
In the void, only a blue figure was seen flying backwards.
"Pfft..."
The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the blade spirit of the Ghost Dragon Blade.
"Little ant, I said that nothing is impossible with me, right?"
At this moment, Mo Wentian took a step forward and came directly in front of the ghost dragon blade spirit. Looking at the embarrassed blade spirit in front of him, Mo Wentian curled his lips slightly and raised an evil smile.
Mo Wentian really didn't pay attention to the Ghost Dragon Blade Spirit in front of him.
Not only was the blade spirit of the Nether Dragon Blade no match for him in terms of strength, but even in terms of soul, the blade spirit of the Nether Dragon Blade was definitely no match for Mo Wentian.
Although Mo Wentian's cultivation is only at the level of the Heavenly King's Perfection, Mo Wentian's soul has reached a terrifying level of eight hundred feet, which is comparable to the Emperor's Perfection.
But the soul of the Ghost Dragon Blade Spirit in front of me is only 500 feet long.
Mo Wentian wanted to kill the blade spirit of the Nether Dragon Blade, but it was just a piece of cake!
"Boy, you..."
"How come you have such a terrifying artifact? This artifact is already comparable to the Ghost Dragon Blade!"
Mo Wentian's voice came, and Blade Spirit came back to his senses.
Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit's eyes were full of disbelief.
"This thing is just randomly refined by this emperor!"
"What? Is this rare?"
Mo Wentian looked at Blade Spirit with a calm expression on his face.
It was as if what Mo Wentian said just now was true.
"Refined casually?"
"This is impossible?"
"If you can refine an early-stage emperor-level artifact, why do you want to come to my secret room?"
Talking to yourself in your mouth.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Blade Spirit's eyes flashed and he asked quickly.
I have to say that the blade spirit of this Ghost Dragon Blade is not too stupid.
If Mo Wentian could really refine an early-stage emperor-level artifact at will, then there would be no need for him to come to this secret room.
There are many people who come to the secret room of the Nether Dragon Clan. Their purpose is to seize the Nether Dragon Blade.
"Shut up, it's our boss's business if our boss comes, you have no right to interfere!"
"Little ant, what you should be thinking about most right now is how you are going to survive!"
Before Mo Wentian could speak, a figure flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
Looking at Blade Spirit, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of cold and stern eyes.
"How should you most want to live?"
Looking at the little dragon in front of him, a look of surprise flashed across Blade Spirit's eyes.
"This emperor can give you a chance to surrender to me or die!"
A cold voice sounded, and a king-like pressure spread from Mo Wentian's body.
Youzhan said that the blade spirit of this Nether Dragon Blade has never surrendered to anyone. The reason why he stayed in this Nether Dragon Clan honestly is because he also belongs to this Nether Dragon Clan.
This blade spirit does not surrender to others. What Mo Wentian likes to do most is challenging things.
The blade spirit of this Nether Dragon Blade has never surrendered to anyone, so Mo Wentian will make him surrender!
A flicker of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Surrender or die?"
"Boy, are you dreaming?"
"I am a strong man at the peak of the Emperor, and you are only at the perfection of the Heavenly King. If it weren't for this seal in your hand, you wouldn't be able to block even one of my moves!"
Hearing this, the blade spirit of Youlong Blade stood up, looked at Mo Wentian, and laughed wildly.
It looked like he had heard some funny joke.
In Blade Spirit's heart, Blade Spirit attributed all the power of Mo Wentian's blow just now to the Divine Dragon Seal.
As for Mo Wentian, he didn't take it seriously at all.
"Can't even block one of your moves?"
"It seems that you are very doubtful about my emperor's strength!"
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Mo Wentian's voice was extremely low.
"Boy, with your cultivation in the ant realm, it's hard for people not to doubt you, right?"
The Blade Spirit stood proudly in the void, looking at Mo Wentian with a look of contempt in his eyes.
"very good!"
"Little ant, since you don't believe in my strength, why not make a bet with me?"
As if he had thought of something, a sly look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Looking at the blade spirit of the Nether Dragon Blade in front of him, Mo Wentian thought that he was not someone who would surrender easily.
Just like a child, very naughty!
In this case, Mo Wentian cannot use ordinary methods to deal with this blade spirit.
"bet?"
"What bet?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit's face was full of curiosity.
"Fight with me!"
"If I win, you surrender to me!"
Mo Wentian's expression suddenly became serious, and his voice became even deeper.
"A fight with you?"
"You won and surrendered to you?"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"Boy, do you think this is a bet?"
"You are simply sending yourself to death!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Blade Spirit actually laughed wildly.
In his opinion, Mo Wentian was not making a bet with him. This was simply asking for death.
"Don't talk so much nonsense. In one sentence, do you dare to confront this emperor?"
A cold voice sounded, and the look in Mo Wentian's eyes was so cold that people couldn't help but shrink.
"bet!"
"If you die, I will help you!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Blade Spirit's expression instantly became serious and he quickly agreed.
In his opinion, it would be easy for him to kill Mo Wentian, a small heavenly king who has reached perfection.
Mo Wentian dared to die, why didn't he dare to fight!
Mo Wentian, who was opposite him, looked at him agreeing, with an evil smile on his lips.
What Mo Wentian wanted was for the blade spirit to agree.
Mo Wentian was fully confident in defeating this blade spirit!