"Boss, these people from the outside are not weak in cultivation. Can we resist them?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a gleam of light flashed across Xiaojiao's eyes and he said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, their purpose here is not us, but the illusion fruit!"
Mo Wentian seemed to have remembered something, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Boss..."
Hearing this, Xiaojiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"boom… "
The next moment, a violent sound came, and countless warriors swarmed in outside the palace.
"Look, there are really people in this palace!"
"The aura of this person is only in the middle stage of the Emperor. How did he get in?"
"No, the two monster beasts around him are not weak in cultivation. Maybe he followed the two monster beasts in!"
"Didn't you say that there is an eight-armed ape in this palace? And the eight-armed ape's cultivation has reached the late stage of Tianzun. What? When they came in, didn't the eight-armed ape stop them?"
"Yes, from the looks of them, it seems that they have been here for a long time!"
…
As soon as they entered the main hall and saw the figures of Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao and others, countless warriors started talking instantly, and a flash of astonishment flashed in their eyes.
In their opinion, Mo Wentian's cultivation level was only at the middle stage of the Emperor. Such cultivation level was simply an ant, and they did not take it seriously at all.
They were very surprised as to how Mo Wentian entered the palace.
After all, with their strength, they did not dare to enter the palace alone. Some warriors who had entered the palace before were even more shocked at this moment.
They had experienced the dangers in the palace. They had come outside the palace and stayed there for three days. No one entered the palace during these three days.
That is to say, Mo Wentian had already entered the palace three days ago.
After staying in the palace for three days, how could He Rang not be amazed in their hearts
"Boy, who are you?"
"Send your name!"
At this moment, an extremely strong figure stood out from the crowd, looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a fierce look on his face.
The aura of this standing figure has reached the middle stage of Tianzun, and is only one step away from the late stage of Tianzun.
Mo Wentian didn't pay attention, but looked at the other warriors.
The figure who stood up was only in the late stage of Tianzun. With Mo Wentian's current strength, he really didn't take it seriously.
"Boss, this person seems to be calling you?"
At this moment, the little dragon's figure flashed, landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, and said in a deep voice.
"calls me?"
"This person wants to fight, Xiaojiao, I'll leave it to you!"
Hearing this, an extremely cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Okay, boss!"
"A warrior in the middle stage of Tianzun, I just want to fight to see what level my strength has reached!"
After hearing what Mo Wentian said, Xiaojiao quickly agreed without any hesitation.
Since his cultivation reached the realm of Heavenly Lord, he has yet to have a good battle.
The cultivation level of the person in front of me has reached the middle stage of Tianzun. This kind of cultivation level is just enough for him to fight.
"Who is this kid? Yu Yiyi is talking to him, but he doesn't even pay attention to it!"
"This boy's cultivation level is only at the middle stage of the Emperor. With such cultivation level, he dares to despise Yu Yiyi. I think he is looking for death!"
"That's right, Yu Yiyiyi's temper is notoriously violent. He has lost face in front of so many people. There is no way Yu Yiyiyi will let that kid go today!"
"This boy is miserable today. It seems he is going to die in the hands of Yu Yiyi!"
"Don't underestimate this kid. This kid entered the palace before we entered the palace, and stayed there for three days. His strength must not be weak!"
"Yeah, it looks like there's something good to watch!"
…
Seeing that Mo Wentian ignored Yu Yiyiyi at all, countless warriors instantly started making noises.
Most of the warriors among them believed that Mo Wentian was seeking death for angering Yu Yiliu.
But among the crowd, there was an extremely thin figure with a bland aura, but his eyes suddenly shrank.
He always felt that Mo Wentian was not a simple person!
"Boy, where am I talking to you?"
"What's your attitude? You don't take me, Yu Yiliu, seriously at all!"
Listening to these comments, Yu Yiyi was almost furious, and the anger in his heart kept rising.
Looking at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all, and his voice was extremely cold.
"Yo… "
"What did you say? Are you talking to this emperor?"
"I thought it was a dog barking!"
Seeing Yu Yiliu walking straight towards him, Mo Wentian grinned slightly and said with a hint of curvature.
It looked like he didn't know that Yu Yiliu was talking to him in the first place, and his words were even more sarcastic.
Just now, Mo Wentian checked the cultivation levels of all the people who entered the palace.
If his guess was correct, the person with the highest cultivation level in this palace was that thin figure.
Among these warriors, those with the weakest cultivation are in the middle stage of Tianzun.
There are a total of twenty people in their group, and the cultivation level of the twenty people has reached the middle stage of Tianzun.
Among the twenty people, Yu Yiliu's cultivation level in front of him was only in the middle position.
"Yu Yiyi, you are seeking death, but this emperor is not to blame!"
"I can only say that your shouting has harmed you!"
His eyes suddenly shrank, and Mo Wentian said secretly in his heart.
At this moment, Mo Wentian secretly had a plan in his heart.
This Yu's first-class cultivation is in the middle position among this group of people. By using him to scare the monkeys, he can scare many people.
With Mo Wentian's current strength, there is no problem in killing a warrior in the middle stage of Tianzun, but there are twenty warriors in front of him who are above the middle stage of Tianzun, and Mo Wentian is not sure.
But if he kills Yu Yiyiyi, the young bird in front of him, at least those warriors whose cultivation level is lower than Yu Yiyiyi, or similar, can be intimidated.
Thinking like this, Mo Wentian secretly became firm in his heart.
"What?"
"Boy, how dare you call me a dog?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Yu Yiyi's eyes widened, and the aura on his body also surged rapidly.
The eyes that looked at Mo Wentian were extremely murderous.
Mo Wentian called him a dog in front of so many people. This was simply a shame for him. This made Yu Yiliu feel like how could he be a human being
"Zhizhi..."
At this moment, Yu Yiliu's hands hanging on both sides were clenched tightly, and the joints creaked.