The next moment, Mo Wentian unfolded his soul.
The thousand-foot-long soul headed directly toward the strange sound.
"Buzzing..."
The thousand-foot-long soul was like a huge mountain, heading directly towards Yiming Suppression.
At this moment, the strange sound has not yet felt Mo Wentian's terrifying Qianzhang Divine Soul, and is still making seals, trying to suppress the small dragon and fuse it with the witchcraft beast for his use.
"Little earthworm, you will die today!"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Weird laughter sounded, and Yi Ming looked into Xiao Jiao's eyes with an extremely sinister look.
In the void, behind the witchcraft beasts, countless phantoms of monsters appeared, including lions, tigers, dragons and rocs...
Countless monster phantoms swept towards the little dragon with their fangs and claws.
And just when Yi Ming thought he was going to successfully suppress the little dragon, above his soul, a thousand-foot-high soul directly suppressed him.
"ah… "
Yi Ming instantly rolled over on the ground, looking extremely painful.
And as the strange sound of the seal stopped, the witchcraft and strange beasts in the void also stopped in the void.
"What's going on? Wasn't this Yi Ming using his alien race's most vicious witchcraft just now? Why did he suddenly act like this?"
"Yi Ming is so abominable that he resorted to such cruel methods!"
"No, I feel the power of a divine soul. This divine soul may have reached a thousand feet!"
"A thousand-foot-long divine soul? A thousand-foot-long divine soul can only be obtained by a strong person in the realm of Heavenly Lord!"
"It's about asking the Emperor of Heaven, and the soul of the Emperor of Heaven!"
…
Seeing Yi Ming's sudden change, the warrior who was hiding his power was filled with surprise and confusion.
Suddenly, someone didn't know who felt the power of Mo Wentian's soul.
The eyes of the figures looked towards Mo Wentian, and their eyes were full of astonishment.
But in their hearts, there was a sense of admiration for that young man. It was admiration from the bottom of their hearts!
"No… "
"ah… "
…
At this moment, screams came again.
In the void, strange sounds were rolling on the ground, and beads of sweat the size of bean drops were dripping from his forehead.
"Boss!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao also noticed something unusual, and his figure flashed to Mo Wentian's side.
"Little Jiao, this strange sound is trying to use cruel methods!"
"Stand back first, and I'll suppress him first!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with an extremely cold light, and he said coldly.
"Suppressed? Could it be that the thousand-foot-long soul really asked the Emperor of Heaven?"
"Asking about the cultivation level of Lord Tiandi, isn't it only the early stage of the Emperor? How can his soul be thousands of feet long?"
"The terror of the Wentian Emperor Lord is never measured by cultivation!"
"It's really scary to ask the Emperor of Heaven!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said this, those warriors from the hidden force who were not sure that it was Mo Wentian's soul were instantly sure.
They couldn't help but take a breath of cold air!
Mo Wentian's terror was beyond their imagination.
At this moment, they were all feeling lucky that Mo Wentian was willing to exchange a place with them to enter the passage.
"Boss..."
At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
But Xiaojiao's figure still retreated.
After following Mo Wentian for so long, Xiaojiao also knew that if Mo Wentian took action at this time, it must be Yi Ming's method, which he could not compete with.
"My strength is still too weak!"
A complicated look flashed in his eyes, Xiaojiao said secretly in his heart.
Xiaojiao thought in his heart that if he was strong enough to solve this strange noise, then there would be no need for Mo Wentian to take action.
"Buzzing..."
At this moment, a burst of void fluctuations came.
I saw the figure of the old man with the divine pearl appearing in the void.
"Boy, just suppress this old bastard!"
"But don't kill him!"
The old man of Shenzhu looked at Mo Wentian, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and said in a low voice.
"Don't you want to kill him?"
"Senior Shenzhu, why is this?"
Mo Wentian's brows furrowed slightly, and he was filled with doubts.
"Boy, this old bastard is indeed not as powerful as you and Xiaojiao, but this witch-gu beast will help you enter the Holy Land of Martial Arts!"
"And if you want to use this witch-gu alien beast for you, you can't just suppress it. This witch-gu alien beast is nourished by the blood and essence of this old bastard. The old bastard must control this witch-gu alien beast. !”
A complex look flashed in the eyes of the old man Shenzhu, and his rich voice was filled with a trace of solemnity.
"I see!"
"Senior Shenzhu, thank you very much, I will stay with this old bastard!"
Mo Wentian nodded, a flash of understanding flashing in his eyes.
Mo Wentian's original idea of directly solving Yi Ming was also killed!
A quarter of an hour later.
Yi Ming's screams stopped, he got up from the ground and came to Mo Wentian's side.
Yi Ming knelt down directly towards Mo Wentian.
"Wei Ming greets the master!"
Yi Ming looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes full of respect.
This appearance is like an obedient pug, which is completely different from the original arrogant scream.
And as Yi Ming knelt down to Mo Wentian, the witchcraft beasts in the void and the countless phantoms of monster beasts behind him had disappeared.
As soon as the figure flashed, the witch-gu beast also descended from the void, came to Yiming's side, and knelt down to Mo Wentian, with the same respectful expression.
"Master? Has Yiming surrendered to the Emperor of Heaven?"
"The Lord Wentian is forcibly suppressing the strange sound!"
"Who can stop the thousand-foot-long spirit?"
"The Emperor Wentian has suppressed Yi Ming, but it seems he has no intention of killing him!"
"Yi Ming should feel lucky that Emperor Wentian didn't kill him. At least he still has a life!"
…
Hearing the voice of the master, the warrior with hidden power, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
"Get up!"
Mo Wentian raised his hand slightly, his expression extremely cold.
Yiming's body, as Mo Wentian raised his hand slightly, stood up involuntarily, as if there was an invisible upward force dragging his body up.
"Thank you very much, Master!"
Yi Ming was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and quickly bowed respectfully to Mo Wentian.
"Yi Ming, from now on you will be my dog!"
"I will not take this witchcraft beast from you, but from now on, you must listen to me!"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light and he said with a cold face.
"Yes, Master!"
Without any hesitation, Yiming quickly agreed.