"Buzz buzz..."
Mo Wentian only felt a powerful force restraining him. The next moment, Mo Wentian lost all control of his body.
"Wave… "
As if something had been broken, a feeling of weightlessness came. Mo Wentian quickly moved the Qianxun Step, and his figure remained firmly on the ground.
"What a strong suppressive force..."
After landing on the ground, Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly.
As he entered the Dragon Temple, Mo Wentian seemed to feel a vast mountain suppressing his body.
"Great formation!"
While muttering to himself, Mo Wentian looked around.
Surrounded by a small courtyard, it is extremely quiet. On the bleak old trees, pieces of yellow leaves have fallen...
"This Dragon Temple is at least an imperial weapon!"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath. It was a small world inside. This Dragon Temple was countless times more powerful than the Blood Demon Temple.
"bump!"
Just when Mo Wentian was observing his surroundings, a violent vibration suddenly came. Mo Wentian turned his head and his face suddenly darkened.
"Owner… "
A voice of surprise sounded, and the Sky Burial Monkey got up from the ground and hurriedly walked towards Mo Wentian.
"Mo Wentian..."
The Burial Monkey had just landed, and a moment later, a beautiful shadow appeared and landed gently on the ground.
"Hongjiao!"
A flash of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
The Hongjiao in front of me is at least...
A Sword King of rank three or above, and moreover...
The killer among the sword kings!
"Shangyun Po didn't come..."
As if remembering something, Mo Wentian suddenly frowned.
"Boy, people from the Shangyun family will not die easily. You'd better take care of yourself!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Hongjiao said with a cold and arrogant face.
"Take care of myself?"
Mo Wentian glanced at Hong Jiao indifferently, and then said indifferently: "We came in together, that's our teammates. If you don't want to wait, you can leave first!"
"you… "
Hongjiao's eyes flashed with anger.
Then he said in a cold voice: "Boy, this Dragon Temple is extremely dangerous, you'd better not involve me!"
"Implicate you..."
Mo Wentian smiled disdainfully, this woman was too self-righteous.
Although Hongjiao's strength was good, Mo Wentian didn't take her seriously yet.
With the strength of the Fourth-Rank Sword Emperor, neither Mo Wentian nor Zangtian Hou were afraid of Hongjiao.
"Monkey Buried in the Sky, check around you!"
Ignoring Hongjiao, Mo Wentian ordered Tianzonghou and then sat down cross-legged.
"Boy, if it wasn't for the power of your soul that you could win the Seven Swords Forbidden Technique, why would I, Hongjiao, follow you..."
Hongjiao looked at Mo Wentian, her eyes twinkling.
She was Tianyu's peerless genius, and her level of cultivation as a Fourth-Rank Sword Emperor was not bad even in Zhongzhou. Mo Wentian was a peak swordsman, so Hongjiao naturally didn't take her seriously.
A quarter of an hour passed slowly.
"Did something happen to Shangyun Po?"
Mo Wentian opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Boy, the Seven Forbidden Swords Technique is in the center of the Dragon Temple. If you don't go, the Seven Swords Forbidden Technique will fall into the hands of others!"
Hongjiao looked at Mo Wentian and said with a cold and arrogant face.
"Seven Forbidden Sword Techniques..."
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and then he frowned at the Sky Burying Monkey next to him and asked, "Where are we now?"
"I'm telling you, Master, this small courtyard is called Sleeping Sword Courtyard!"
The Burial Monkey stood in front of Mo Wentian and said respectfully.
"Trapped Sword Academy!"
Mo Wentian's body trembled, and then he seemed to remember something. An evil smile suddenly spread from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.
"The Trapped Sword Courtyard, the Dragon Temple of the Dragon God Empire, turns out to be it..."
Mo Wentian took a deep breath.
Mo Wentian was no stranger to the Dragon God Sword Emperor, the peerless sword emperor of the Dragon God Empire.
There was even a discussion with Mo Wentian back then.
"The most precious thing in the Trapped Sword Court is the sword-locking rope in the Trapped Sword Formation. Although this sword-locking rope is only a top-grade imperial weapon, it can trap even ordinary imperial weapons!"
Mo Wentian's eyes lit up slightly.
"Boy, when are you leaving?"
Seeing that Mo Wentian had not taken any action, Hongjiao finally couldn't help but stood up and asked coldly.
"When are you leaving?"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth, and then said calmly: "Wait for another hour!"
"An hour!"
Hongjiao's face changed slightly.
"Boy..."
"Didn't Hongyi tell you to be more respectful to the emperor?"
Just when Hongjiao was about to say something again, Mo Wentian suddenly turned his head, and in those cold eyes, there was a cold light that was breathtaking!
"Be respectful..."
The coldness in Hongjiao's eyes rose sharply. When they were outside the imperial realm, Hongyi did give her instructions...
You must not offend Mo Wentian!
"This boy, why is the power of the soul so terrifying? If it weren't for the power of his soul, I would have killed him long ago..."
Hongjiao's eyes flashed with coldness, but she said nothing.
"Master, this woman is so annoying!"
The Burial Monkey stood next to Mo Wentian and said with a fierce look on his face.
"Hate!"
Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then he said calmly: "Follow me in!"
"Go in?"
The Burial Monkey was slightly startled.
Then he hurriedly said to Mo Wentian: "Master, we have gone into these rooms. These rooms are all empty and there is nothing in them!"
"Been there..."
Mo Wentian glanced at Hongjiao slightly.
"Walk!"
With an indifferent smile, Mo Wentian turned around and walked towards a room.
"This kid is simply ridiculous. I have already checked these rooms. If there is anything, how could I leave it to him!"
Seeing Mo Wentian enter the room, Hongjiao's eyes were full of disdain.
in the room.
"Master, there is nothing here..."
"Really do not have?"
Mo Wentian looked at the Burial Monkey with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Little monkey, you can't just look at some things by appearance. What you see may not be true..."
With a chuckle, Mo Wentian started searching rooms one by one.
"What you see may not be true?"
The Sky Burial Monkey was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up with Mo Wentian and began to check.
There are nine rooms in the whole courtyard!
The furnishings in each room were exactly the same. If Mo Wentian hadn't entered one room from left to right, even Mo Wentian would have begun to suspect that he had entered the same room.
until…
The last room!
"Master, are we..."
"etc… "
At this moment, Mo Wentian's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he shouted coldly: "Back off!"
"Owner… "
"Boom..."
Before the Sky Burial Monkey could recover, the next moment, an extremely mysterious force suddenly spread out from the room.
"Shuashushu..."
Three rays of sword energy came towards Mo Wentian like lightning.
"Fire Dragon Sword Qi!"
In Mo Wentian's hand, the Fire Dragon Sword appeared.
"Buzzing..."
The moment the Fire Dragon Sword appeared, Mo Wentian felt a flash before his eyes. The next moment, a golden rope suddenly appeared in the void. The rope was about three feet away, and mysterious runes were spread all over the rope.
"Lock the sword rope!"
Mo Wentian's eyes lit up, and he saw the golden rope rushing towards the Fire Dragon Sword in Mo Wentian's hand like lightning.
"Owner… "
Seeing the golden rope rushing towards him, the Sky Burying Monkey's expression changed drastically.