"Reporting to the master, I don't know where the valley is anymore!"
"That valley seems to be an illusion. It was when I entered the Qitian Mountains a hundred thousand years ago, when I entered the middle level of the Qitian Mountains!"
"I just felt my body light up, and the scene in front of me changed. When my body appeared again, it was already in a valley!"
After pondering for a while, a trace of memory rose in Yuyou's eyes.
One hundred thousand years have passed, and when I think about it today, Yuan You still finds it a bit bizarre.
In his heart, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"Qitian Mountains?"
"It was actually won in the Qitian Mountains!"
"And you still entered a valley that looks like an illusion?"
Hearing Yuan You's words, the light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed.
This Cauldron of Resentment was actually captured in the Qitian Mountains, which was in his Heaven-Devouring Divine Realm. This was very convenient for Mo Wentian.
He couldn't explain why, but Mo Wentian always felt that since the Cauldron of Resentment appeared in the valley, there must be other artifacts.
"It seems that I want to go to the Qitian Mountains again!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's heart became firm.
But now is not the time to go to the Qitian Mountains.
In the Resentful Heaven Realm, although the master of the Resentful Heaven Realm, Qin You, has forcibly suppressed it, none of the remaining Resentful Heaven Realm disciples have surrendered. The eyes that are looking at Mo Wentian are sparkling with resentment. .
Obviously, they were not convinced at all.
"Boss, you have conquered this resentment!"
"What do you plan to do with the remaining disciples of the Resentful Heaven Realm?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and landed in front of Mo Wentian. He looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"How to deal with these disciples?"
"Of course he wants to join our Heaven-Devouring God Realm!"
Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold.
At the same time, a king-like pressure spread from Mo Wentian's body and enveloped the disciples of the Resentful Heaven Realm.
"What a terrifying pressure, this pressure is like that of a supreme king!"
"Yeah, I feel like my knees are no longer my knees, and I actually want to kneel down to this kid!"
"This kid used his soul to forcefully suppress our Realm Lord. We cannot surrender to him!"
"Yes, he can use the power of his soul to forcibly suppress one of our realm masters, but it is impossible for him to use his soul to forcibly suppress hundreds of thousands of us!"
"We blame the disciples of the Heaven Realm for not being able to surrender!"
…
Listening to that extremely cold voice, the disciples of the Resentful Heaven Realm all had cold gleams in their eyes, and the aura on their bodies also increased rapidly.
He looked as if he was going to take action against Mo Wentian in the next moment.
"Master, let me talk to them!"
"I have already surrendered to the blame world. Naturally, the world of blame heaven should also surrender at the feet of the master!"
Suddenly, Yuanyou stood up, looked at Mo Wentian, and asked for help.
"You come to talk to them?"
"I never like to force people, so let me do it. I will make them convinced!"
Mo Wentian looked at Yuanyou, grinned slightly, and said with a hint of curvature.
"Owner… "
Seeing Mo Wentian's appearance, Yuanyou opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Xinyou's body just took a few steps back.
"How many of you are unwilling to surrender? Please stand up!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian's expression turned cold, he took a step forward, looked at the countless disciples of the Resentful Heaven Realm, and said coldly.
"Shuisha..."
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the disciples of the Resentful Heaven Realm all stood up.
The fighting spirit in each of them was boundless, and the eyes looking at Mo Wentian were filled with resentment.
"It seems that none of you want to surrender to this emperor?"
Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian's expression became colder and colder.
But at this moment, Mo Wentian felt a little relieved in his heart.
These disciples of the Resentful Heaven Realm were not frightened at all when their realm master, the Resentful Heaven Realm, surrendered.
This is exactly what Mo Wentian needs, the fearless warrior he needs.
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, no one retreated. On the contrary, the auras on each of them surged more and more.
"Zhizhi..."
The squeaking sounds of fist clenching came one after another.
"Boss, these people seem to have some backbone!"
"It's just that there were many people who wanted to leave just now, weren't there?"
Looking at these disciples from the Resentful Heaven Realm, and recalling the scene of their escape just now, a trace of doubt arose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"Whether you want to go or stay, more importantly, it depends on the occasion!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and a gleam of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
Mo Wentian knew very well what these disciples were thinking.
Originally, when Yuanyou begged for mercy, they wanted to leave because they were afraid that Mo Wentian would kill them after killing Yuanyou.
But they saw that Mo Wentian did not kill Yuanyou, but only subdued him.
At this moment, they decided in their hearts that staying was the most correct choice.
If they stayed and twisted into a rope, they still had a chance to fight back. Even if the counterattack failed, Mo Wentian didn't even kill Yuan You, could he still kill them
Facts have proved that Mo Wentian's guess is correct at all. This is what these disciples think.
"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with this emperor!"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, the curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.
"Boy, you are right, we are not convinced!"
"You are a warrior whose cultivation level is no more than the middle stage of the Emperor. Even if you use your soul to subdue our Realm Lord, we will not surrender to you!"
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the crowd fell silent.
After a long time, a figure stood out from the crowd.
This person is a man, and his cultivation is only half a step away from the late Tianzun.
Mo Wentian glanced at him and saw that the man who stood up was the one with the highest cultivation level in the world of Yuantian, except Yuanyou.
"How can you surrender to this emperor?"
Mo Wentian looked at the man in front of him, but he didn't have any anger at all. Instead, he said in a good tone.
"Boy, if you fight me, neither you nor I will use any magical weapons!"
"If I lose, I can't guarantee that all the disciples in the Resentful Heaven Realm will surrender to you, but I can guarantee that at least 50% of the disciples will surrender to you!"
"By the way, there is also a soul!"
"You can't use your soul to fight me!"
The man looked at Mo Wentian with a glint in his eyes.
At the end of the sentence, the man did not forget to say that he could not use his soul. Obviously, the man was actually afraid of Mo Wentian's soul.