"Tianhu!"
"Don't think it's you who has caused me trouble. You and I are one!"
"We in the Devouring Heaven Divine Realm are also one body. We are all prosperous when we are prosperous, and we are all harmed when we are harmed!"
Before Tianhu finished speaking, a complicated look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he quickly interrupted.
"Brother Wentian..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Tianhu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Mo Wentian said this, and Tianhu felt extremely grateful.
Tianhu also knew very well what Mo Wentian meant by his words.
Mo Wentian wanted her not to be under too much psychological pressure.
"The boy in this portrait is no more than a middle-stage emperor. Why can't I find any news about that boy even after searching half of the world of immortals?"
"Yes, logically speaking, it would be extremely easy to find a mere ant in the middle stage of the Emperor's career, but why is there no news at all about this kid?"
"Who is this kid? He actually killed the young master of the Yu Tian Realm, and he was able to disappear without a trace!"
"It's been a few days, and I haven't heard any news about this kid. If the Yutian Realm Master hadn't offered a reward for a peerless artifact and elixir, I really wouldn't want to continue searching!"
"The Realm Master of Yutian Realm has always been famous for being stingy. Unexpectedly, after Yu Hao died, he actually became generous!"
…
At this moment, figures appeared one after another thousands of feet away from Mo Wentian.
There were dozens of figures that appeared.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's soul and spiritual consciousness instantly unfolded and shrouded those figures.
"Thirty people!"
"The cultivation level is in the middle stage of Tianzun!"
At the moment when Mo Wentian's soul unfolded, the cultivation levels of those figures were completely presented in Mo Wentian's mind.
The cultivation level of these people is not high, and they are only in the middle stage of the emperor.
"By the way, that portrait?"
"They said they killed the son of the master of Yutian Realm. Isn't that Yu Hao?"
"The boy they said was in the middle stage of becoming an emperor, couldn't it be me?"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes shone with an extremely bright light, and he said secretly in his heart.
"Boss, who are these people talking about?"
"Why do they all hold a portrait in their hands?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's spiritual consciousness unfolded, and the comments of those figures also fell into Xiaojiao's ears. A trace of doubt arose in Xiaojiao's heart, and he couldn't help but ask.
"You guys wait here for me, I'll go take a look!"
A flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said coldly.
After saying that, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure appeared not far from those figures.
"If the person in the portrait is really me, I won't bother to solve these troubles!"
"Let's see who the person in this portrait is first!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes shone with an extremely bright light.
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all. His figure flashed and transformed into an old man.
The old man has gray hair and even his beard is white, and the aura on his body, Mo Wentian, will reveal the aura of the early Tianzun.
"Ahem..."
Immediately, Mo Wentian coughed lightly.
Mo Wentian wanted to attract the attention of these people.
As expected, as Mo Wentian expected, following his slight cough, the figures suddenly became alert.
"Who is it? Why don't you come out quickly?"
Among the thirty people, a figure stood out and said coldly.
"Ahem..."
"It's an old man!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian slowly walked out from not far away.
He stretched out his hand to smooth his beard, and the aura on his body became more stable in the early stage of Tianzun.
"It turns out he is an old man whose cultivation level is no more than the early stage of Tianzun!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's figure appear, the man who stood up breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ahem..."
"I happened to hear you talking just now. What man in the portrait are you looking for?"
"Who is in the portrait? Can you let me take a look? Maybe I have seen it and can provide you with clues!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian thought of his purpose, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said directly.
"Old man, with the way you look like you are about to enter the coffin, can you still see that kid?"
"That's not certain. Although the old man looks like he's about to be put into a coffin, maybe he has actually seen that kid!"
"Yes, this old man's cultivation is only at the early stage of Tianzun. With such a cultivation, even if we show him this portrait, could he still take the credit from us?"
"Yes, if this old man really has information about that kid, if he dares to ask for credit from Yu Zhentian, the master of Yu Tian Realm, we will kill him directly!"
"It doesn't hurt to show this old man, maybe there will be unexpected gains!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the thirty people immediately started talking.
Among them, some warriors were very wary of Mo Wentian. What they were wary of was not that Mo Wentian would kill them, but that they were worried that Mo Wentian would see the portrait and inform Yu Zhentian of the news.
In this way, the artifacts and elixirs are naturally no longer theirs.
But when their eyes looked at Mo Wentian, the aura on Mo Wentian was still in the early stage of Tianzun. With such a level of cultivation, even if Mo Wentian wanted to tell Yu Zhentian the news.
It would be easy for them to kill them.
"Old man, this is a portrait!"
"It doesn't hurt to show you!"
"If you know any clues about the boy in this portrait, don't forget to tell us!"
The next moment, among the thirty people, the man who originally stood up looked at Mo Wentian and said sternly.
As he spoke, the man waved his hand, and the portrait instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
"It's really me!"
"This Yuzhentian is really willing to spend a lot of money. He even painted my portrait and paid a lot of money for my information!"
Looking at the portrait, a bright light shone in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Old man, how are you?"
"Have you seen this kid?"
But at this moment, the man who stood up suddenly came to Mo Wentian's side, looked at Mo Wentian, and said coldly.
"No!"
Mo Wentian shook his head and said simply.
"Old man, you haven't seen it before. What are you looking at? It's a waste of our time!"
Hearing that Mo Wentian had not seen it before, the man who stood up stretched out his hand and pulled the portrait away from Mo Wentian's hand, his expression became even more gloomy.
"I just want to see this!"
"Why do you need to be angry with me?"
Seeing the man's appearance, Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly, an extremely cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice also turned cold.