"These people come to complain about the heavenly realm, and it won't even take a month!"
"It seems that the identities of these people are not simple!"
Hearing Qian Ming's words, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"The identities of these people are not simple. They are just guests in the world of resentment. They seem to be waiting for someone!"
"Originally, Yu Ming said that these people did not submit to Realm Lord Yu You, but now they complain about surrendering to him. It seems that the person these people are waiting for is him!"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, a gleam of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
The light in the eyes that looked at the five hundred people became even brighter.
"Boss, who are these people?"
"Why is he willing to surrender to you? Doesn't the complaint say that these people will not surrender to anyone?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said with confusion on his face.
"This emperor doesn't know either!"
"One day, we will know the identities of these people!"
"It's a good thing that they have surrendered now, but I can't completely believe it. Let's take a look first before talking!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's expression became serious.
"Boss, now that everyone in the Resentful Heaven Realm has surrendered, what happens next..."
The next moment, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light and he asked in a deep voice.
Xiaojiao always remembered what Mo Wentian said he would take with him to conquer the world ahead.
He has also been waiting to go to other worlds and conquer other worlds. He has not taken action for a while, and he already feels uncomfortable.
"Reorganize the Resentful Heaven Realm!"
"In seven days, go to the next world!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were full of cold pride.
At this moment, Mo Wentian seemed to be a born king, and the pressure of the king on his body was even greater.
The terrifying and boundless power spread, and the bodies of the disciples of the Resentful Heaven Realm who had just surrendered to Mo Wentian could not help but tremble.
"Resent you, blame Ming!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to have remembered something, and said coldly.
"Yes, Master!"
"Yes, Realm Lord!"
…
Following Mo Wentian's words, two figures, Yuanyou and Yuanming, instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
Looking at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of determination.
"Qian Ming, Qian You, count the disciples in the Qian Tian Realm!"
"Disciples of all cultivation levels, please give me a piece of data!"
Looking at Yuan Ming and Yuan You, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent, and his deep voice was so cold that it could almost freeze people.
"Yes, Realm Lord!"
"Yes, Master!"
Qianming and Qianyou quickly agreed.
"By the way, I want to make some repairs in the Resentful Heaven Realm. No other people will be allowed to come to the resentful Heaven Realm's main hall in these seven days!"
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light and he said coldly.
"Yes, Realm Lord!"
"Yes, Master!"
Yuanming and Yuanyou looked at Mo Wentian with extremely respectful expressions.
"Buzzing..."
After speaking, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the void.
Seeing this, Xiaojiao Huantian and Tianhu quickly followed.
And the moment Mo Wentian and others left, countless disciples from the Resentful Heaven Realm started talking.
"The strength of the Realm Master is so terrifying!"
"Is the realm master's cultivation really only the middle stage of the emperor's realm?"
"Is this impossible? The Realm Master's cultivation level must be more than the middle stage of the Emperor. His cultivation level has at least reached the level of the Heavenly Lord!"
"Even if the Realm Master's cultivation has reached the realm of Heavenly Lord, this strength is really frightening!"
"Follow the Realm Lord and we will definitely be right!"
…
One after another, figures looked at the direction where Mo Wentian disappeared, with a touch of admiration in their eyes.
At this moment, Mo Wentian has become a respected presence in their hearts.
After saying that, these disciples quickly went down to practice one by one.
A quarter of an hour later.
When the figures of Mo Wentian and others appeared again, they had already appeared in the main hall of the Resentful Heaven Realm.
"Boss, the resentment in the world of resentment is really too heavy!"
Just after entering the main hall, Xiaojiao frowned slightly and said.
"This resentment is indeed a bit heavy!"
"These grievances are the foundation of these disciples' cultivation, but this grievance is too evil for cultivation after all!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, this resentment is so evil. Is it also harmful to cultivators?"
The little dragon's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder. He looked at Mo Wentian and asked with some doubts.
"That's right!"
"This resentment is too evil after all. It is not good to continue cultivating it!"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian also frowned.
In fact, at this moment, an idea arose in Mo Wentian's mind.
That is to transform these grievances into Haoran righteousness, and also change the physiques of these disciples, transforming all the grievances in their bodies into Haoran righteousness.
In this way, it would be of endless benefit to these disciples.
However, it was too difficult to implement this, and for the time being, he had no choice.
"Buzzing..."
And just when Mo Wentian was at his wits' end, a wave of void fluctuations came from the main hall.
Immediately, a figure appeared in the hall.
This figure is none other than the old man with ancient books.
Along with the figure of the old man from the ancient book, there was also the ancient book.
"Rumble..."
When the ancient book came out, it was opened.
As soon as the ancient book was opened, an extremely bright light rose from the ancient book.
"Boy, you have a good idea!"
"There is no solution to this problem!"
The old man with ancient books curled his lips slightly and said in a curve.
There was a flash of light in the eyes looking at Mo Wentian.
"Senior Ancient Books!"
"As you say this, there is a solution to this, right?"
Looking at the old man with ancient books, Mo Wentian's brows instantly widened and he asked quickly.
"Boy, of course there is a solution to this problem!"
"It's just that it's not that easy to solve this matter!"
"And just relying on your strength alone is not enough!"
He let out a long breath, a complex look flashed in the eyes of the old man with ancient books, and his rich voice could not help but lowered a few points.
"Isn't my strength enough?"
"Senior Ancient Books, whose help is needed?"
Mo Wentian looked at the old man with ancient books and blurted out almost subconsciously.
"I!"
After pondering for a while, the old man with ancient books uttered a word from his mouth.
"you?"
"Senior Ancient Books, are you willing to help me? These disciples of the Heavenly Resentment Realm, for me now, are the foundation for my foothold in this Heavenly Immortal Realm!"
Hearing the words of the old man with ancient books, Mo Wentian was slightly startled and came back to his senses.
After thinking for a while, Mo Wentian said slowly.