"Buzzing..."
In the void, the phantom of the old man with ancient books was much clearer than before, but it was still very illusory.
But at this moment, the power of the phantom of the ancient old man has increased.
"Brother Wentian!"
At this moment, Tianhu, who was not far away, couldn't help but feel distressed in his heart when he saw Mo Wentian's appearance.
At this moment, Tianhu even wanted to share the burden for him.
But she couldn't, she couldn't share it, and Mo Wentian could only bear this pain alone.
Thinking like this, a complicated look flashed across Tianhu's eyes, and his expression darkened.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
"Boy, can you still hold on?"
The old man from the ancient book opened his eyes and saw that Mo Wentian's body was soaked with sweat. A glint flashed in his eyes and he couldn't help but ask.
"Senior Ancient Books!"
"I can hold on!"
Mo Wentian actually curled up the corner of his mouth slightly, and even raised an arc, pretending to be calm.
"Boy, I won't let you endure it for too long!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's pretending to be calm, a complex look flashed through the eyes of the old man from Ancient Books, and he said secretly in his heart.
"Rumble..."
The next moment, in the hands of the old man with ancient books, a suction force that was dozens of times more terrifying than before came from the hands.
The suction force headed towards Mo Wentian.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body quickly moved towards the old man with ancient books.
"uh-huh… "
"How come this pain is several times stronger than before!"
Feeling the pain of distance, Mo Wentian muttered to himself, but Mo Wentian's brows frowned.
Mo Wentian's body and clothes were not soaked with sweat at this moment, but with blood.
Countless blood seeped out from Mo Wentian's meridians.
"Brother Wentian!"
Seeing Mo Wentian like this, Tianhu felt distressed in his heart.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
…
At this moment, Xiaojiao and Huantian not far away also had worried looks in their eyes.
"You all have nothing to worry about!"
"This kid can't die because of the Heaven-Devouring God Technique!"
"It's just that the pain he endured was really strong!"
Seeing the worried faces of Tianhu and Xiaojiao Huantian, the old man from the ancient book said in a deep voice.
After listening to the words of the old man with ancient books, Tianhu and others felt a little relieved.
But their eyes were still looking at Mo Wentian at this moment, unblinking, as if they were afraid of missing something.
"How come this senior from the Ancient Book has absorbed so much more power than the senior from the Divine Pearl!"
"If I didn't have the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art, I might have become a mummy!"
Taking a breath of cold air, Mo Wentian had a look of surprise in his eyes.
But the next moment, Mo Wentian focused all his attention on the Heaven-Eating Divine Technique.
"Buzzing..."
But at this moment, in the void, the phantom of the old man with ancient books flashed, and with a wave of his hand, a pill floated in the void.
As this elixir appeared, an extremely powerful force spread.
"Boy, this is the violent blood pill, please refine it quickly!"
With a cold shout, the violent blood pill headed towards Mo Wentian.
"Violent Blood Pill?"
Looking at the elixir, a flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, but he did not refine it immediately.
"Boy, this violent blood pill can greatly increase the power in your body!"
"If you don't refine it, you kid won't be able to bear it!"
The old man from the ancient book seemed to notice Mo Wentian's hesitation. The old man from the ancient book flashed his eyes and said in a deep voice.
Listening to the words of the old man in the ancient book, Mo Wentian thought that since the old man in the ancient book had followed him for so long, everything the old man in the ancient book did was always for his own good.
With this thought in mind, Mo Wentian directly refined the violent blood pill without any hesitation.
"Rumble..."
As Mo Wentian refined the violent blood pill, the aura on Mo Wentian's body increased rapidly.
Mo Wentian's face also regained its rosy color.
"Boy, I'm ready to suck!"
At this moment, the voice of the old man with ancient books came again.
At the same time, the other hand of the old man with ancient books stretched out towards Mo Wentian.
As the old man with the ancient book stretched out his hand, an extremely powerful suction force headed towards Mo Wentian, and the power in Mo Wentian's body quickly disappeared.
Mo Wentian only felt a sense of weakness.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's face, which had just regained its rosy complexion, turned pale again.
The pain of ecstasy this time was dozens of times stronger than before.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body suddenly dropped sharply.
Subconsciously, Mo Wentian resisted the suction of the old man with ancient books.
"Boy, don't resist!"
"Resisting the pain you endure will only make you stronger!"
Feeling that Mo Wentian was resisting, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man from the ancient book, and he said in a cold voice.
"The pain endured by resistance is greater?"
"Senior Ancient Books, you have absorbed too much power!"
After listening to Shenzhu's words, Mo Wentian came back to his senses instantly.
"Boy, don't worry, I'm measured!"
"Although you have endured a little more pain, you have the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art, and the power in your body cannot be exhausted at all!"
The voice of the old man with ancient books came again.
"Heaven-Eating Divine Technique!"
Hearing the words of the old man from the ancient book, a glimmer of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
With a cold shout, Mowen Angel used all his strength to activate the Heaven-Devouring God Technique.
"Rumble..."
As Mo Wentian used the Heaven-Devouring Divine Technique with all his strength, a terrifying and boundless power instantly rose up on Mo Wentian.
The resentment within tens of thousands of feet in the Resentful Heaven Realm gathered crazily towards Mo Wentian.
"Buzzing..."
Countless resentment, when approaching Mo Wentian, was converted into spiritual energy and entered Mo Wentian's body, but it was quickly swallowed up in just a moment.
"Huh..."
Mo Wentian breathed a sigh of relief, and Mo Wentian breathed a sigh of relief.
As the Heaven-Devouring Divine Technique was operating at full strength, Mo Wentian clearly felt that the pressure in his body had been reduced a lot.
But the terrifying suction coming from the phantom in the void has not diminished at all.
"What is the Realm Master doing? Why are all our grievances against the Heaven Realm gathering towards the main hall!"
"Why does the Realm Master want to absorb these grievances? What does the Realm Master want to do?"
"Does the Realm Master want to absorb all our resentment against the Heaven Realm?"
"No, the Realm Master is not a person who cultivates with resentment. This resentment is of no use to him!"
"Yes, he is not a person who cultivates resentment. Not to mention that it is of no use to him. Resentment will still hurt him!"
…
Feeling the countless grievances gathering towards the main hall, countless disciples from the Resentful Heaven Realm started talking.
Their eyes looked at the main hall, full of doubts.