"Rumble..."
The next moment, in the void, the Cauldron of Resentment trembled violently.
In the Cauldron of Resentment, strange and incomparable powers invaded Mo Wentian.
"Boy, there's no way you can stop the Resentful Cauldron!"
"Suffer death!"
An extremely vicious voice sounded, and there was boundless killing intent in Yu You's eyes.
Immediately, with a wave of his hand, the Cauldron of Resentment headed directly towards Mo Wentian.
"What exactly is this power?"
"Why is it so scary? My heart is trembling!"
When that force hit, Mo Wentian forced his movements to stabilize his mind, but his face still turned pale, as if he couldn't bear it.
"The Cauldron of Resentment is indeed terrifying, that boy seems to be unable to bear it!"
"If this kid hadn't been so arrogant, our Realm Lord wouldn't have used the Cauldron of Resentment to deal with him. I think this kid would have no chance of surviving under the Cauldron of Resentment!"
"Let's see how long this kid can last!"
"The show is about to end. Under the Cauldron of Resentment, no one can last more than a quarter of an hour!"
"As a human being, it is better not to be arrogant. If you are too arrogant, you will die quickly!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian's face turning pale, countless disciples from the Resentful Heaven Realm started making noises.
There was even more disdain in their eyes.
At this moment, they seemed to have seen Mo Wentian die tragically under the Cauldron of Resentment.
The anger on each of them suddenly burst out violently, as if they were trying to release all of Mo Wentian's arrogance towards them just now.
"Buzzing..."
At this moment, a wave of void fluctuations came from Wentian Pavilion.
A figure appeared in Wentian Pavilion.
The figure that appeared was the old man with ancient books that Mo Wentian was very familiar with.
"Senior Ancient Books, what is the power spreading out of this Cauldron of Resentment?"
"Why can't I bear it? This power seems to ignore my body and invade my body directly!"
Seeing the old man with ancient books appear, Mo Wentian asked quickly without any hesitation.
"Boy, I don't know exactly what this power is!"
"But you have a way to solve the problem of resentment!"
The old man with ancient books shook his head, his voice lowering a bit.
But the next moment, he seemed to have remembered something, and a bright light shone in the eyes of the old man with ancient books.
"What solution?"
Mo Wentian blurted out almost subconsciously.
"Boy, your spirit is much stronger than this resentment!"
"Suppress directly!"
The ancient man's mouth curled up slightly and he said in a curve.
The voice became even more arrogant.
"Suppress the spirit directly?"
"Thank you, Senior Ancient Books, for reminding me. If you hadn't reminded me, I would have really forgotten my soul!"
Hearing the words of the old man with ancient books, the light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed.
"Boy, I'm afraid it won't be that easy to suppress this Resentment Cauldron!"
"Proceed with caution!"
The next moment, he seemed to have thought of something. A faint light flashed in the eyes of the old man with ancient books, and he said again.
"Thank you, Senior Ancient Books, for reminding me, I understand!"
"I will definitely resolve this grudge. This grudge tripod is mine!"
Leng Ao's voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.
"Shenhun, open!"
Immediately, without any hesitation, Mo Wentian directly unfolded his soul and spiritual consciousness.
As the soul unfolded, the resentful soul also appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.
Although Xianyou's cultivation has reached the late stage of Tianzun, Xianyou's soul is only eight hundred feet tall.
Compared with Mo Wentian's thousand-foot-long soul, the eight-hundred-foot-long soul is not far apart, but there is a huge difference in strength.
It can be said that it was extremely easy for Mo Wentian to suppress Yuanyou and suppress his soul.
As for the Cauldron of Resentment, Mo Wentian's spirit also moved towards the Cauldron of Resentment.
"Buzzing..."
And at the moment when Mo Wentian's soul enveloped him, there seemed to be a force forming a barrier in front of the Cauldron of Resentment, blocking Mo Wentian's face.
"It seems that Senior Gushu is right. If I want to suppress this Cauldron of Resentment, it's not that simple!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with an extremely cold light.
"In that case, I will suppress this resentment first!"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, a gleam of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Ant, I am too lazy to talk nonsense with you!"
"Shenhun, suppress it!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian's thousand-foot-long soul shrouded directly towards Yuan Yu's eight-hundred-foot-long soul.
"Soul suppression?"
"This kid is only in the middle stage of the emperor, but he still wants to suppress me with his soul?"
"Are you kidding me?"
And the moment Mo Wentian finished speaking, Mo Wentian's soul shrouded Yuanyou's soul, and Yuanyou laughed wildly.
In his opinion, Mo Wentian's cultivation level was not enough to reach the middle stage of the Emperor's realm. The cultivation level of the Emperor's realm would not exceed five hundred feet at most.
Mo Wentian wanted to use his soul to suppress him, which in his opinion was simply ridiculous.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"I'm afraid this kid didn't wake up from his sleep, right? He's only in the middle stage of the Emperor, but he still wants to use his soul to suppress the powerful people in the late stage of the Emperor?"
"I think this kid is joking. No, I think this kid was frightened by our realm master's resentment cauldron. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to say this!"
"This kid has simply taken over all my laughter for tens of thousands of years!"
"It's going to be over soon. This kid is going to die under the Cauldron of Resentment!"
…
Seeing Yu Yu's wild laughter, the disciples from the Yu Tian Realm behind him also started laughing wildly.
In their opinion, Mo Wentian's words were undoubtedly nonsense and extremely ridiculous.
But what they didn't know was that Mo Wentian's soul had reached a thousand feet.
If they knew that Mo Wentian's soul reached a thousand feet, they would never say this no matter what.
"funny?"
"Yeah?"
"This emperor will make you stop laughing soon!"
But at this moment, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
The thousand-foot-long soul sped up and shrouded Yuanyou's body.
"ah… "
"This... this is impossible!"
And at the moment when Mo Wentian's soul was enveloped, Yuanyou's face was extremely ferocious, and the screams became louder.
But his eyes looking at Mo Wentian were full of disbelief.
If he hadn't experienced it himself, it would have been impossible for him to believe that Mo Wentian's soul reached a thousand feet.
A warrior in the middle stage of the Emperor's career was actually stronger than him in terms of soul, which was completely beyond his expectation.
At the moment when Mo Wentian's soul was enveloped, in addition to being shocked, a trembling feeling arose in his heart.