If Yu Tianjie hadn't come looking for trouble, he really wouldn't have let Mo Wentian improve his soul.
He will not let Mo Wentian do risky things until he is absolutely sure that this matter is good for Mo Wentian.
But the current situation did not allow him to hesitate at all. After all, Mo Qingqing was in dire straits.
"Soul!"
"Break it for me!"
And just when the old man in the ancient book was worried, Mo Wentian suddenly opened his eyes and shouted angrily.
As Mo Wentian shouted angrily, the suction force in Mo Wentian's hand became more and more terrifying.
Countless blood and essence on the thirty figures poured into Mo Wentian.
"It seems that this kid is really going against the rules of martial arts!"
"The emperor's perfect soul will reach a thousand feet!"
"Boy, is this good or bad for you?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's cold drink, the eyes of the old man from the ancient book became more and more complicated, and his brows became even tighter.
An hour passed quickly.
"Shenhun, one thousand two hundred and fifty feet!"
"Spiritual consciousness, one hundred and twenty-five thousand meters!"
Mo Wentian opened his eyes, took a breath, and stood up.
At this moment, the aura around Mo Wentian's body was much stronger than before, but his cultivation had not broken into the realm of Heavenly Lord.
He couldn't explain why, but Mo Wentian had a hunch in his heart that it would not be that easy for his cultivation to break into the realm of Heavenly Lord!
"Boss, your soul exceeds a thousand feet and reaches 1,250 feet?"
"The spiritual consciousness has also been raised to 125,000 meters?"
Seeing Mo Wentian stand up, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and quickly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
Feeling the aura spreading from Mo Wentian's body, Xiaojiao's face was filled with joy.
"Um!"
"My soul and spiritual awareness have improved, but my cultivation is still at the level of the Emperor, and I haven't even made a breakthrough in the early stage of the Emperor!"
A glimmer of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
But the next moment, thinking of his own cultivation, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly dimmed.
"Boss, although your cultivation has not broken through to the realm of Tianzun, your soul and spiritual consciousness have also improved. With your current strength, I am afraid that even the powerful people who have perfected Tianzun will not be your opponent!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's dimmed appearance at that moment, Huantian's figure flashed, landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, and said in a deep voice.
"Um!"
"I can't say that Tianzun Perfection is no match for me. I can only say that I am not afraid of ordinary Tianzun Perfection!"
A flicker of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
Mo Wentian is very clear about his own strength. Now that his soul and spiritual consciousness have been improved, and his cultivation has been upgraded to the realm of Emperor Perfection, it is indeed not difficult for him to defeat the average Emperor Perfection master.
But if he is a talented monster, he really doesn't have the absolute confidence to defeat him.
"Boy, let alone the realm of Heavenly Lord!"
"With your soul, even some strong men in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven will not be your opponent!"
At this moment, the old man from the ancient book looked at Mo Wentian and lowered his voice.
"A warrior in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven will not be my opponent?"
"Senior Ancient Book, how can my soul, a strong man in the realm of Emperor of Heaven, be stronger than a strong man in the early stage of Emperor of Heaven?"
Hearing the words of the old man with ancient books, Mo Wentian was slightly startled, came back to his senses, and said subconsciously.
"Boy, from ancient times to the present, there has never been a warrior whose soul has broken through thousands of feet before his cultivation has reached the realm of Heavenly Lord!"
"And now, your kid's cultivation level still hasn't broken through to the realm of Heavenly Lord, but your kid's soul has already exceeded a thousand feet!"
The expression of the old man with ancient books instantly became solemn.
"Senior Ancient Books, my soul has been raised to one thousand two hundred and fifty feet. Is this good or bad for me?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Mo Wentian's brows frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of doubts when he looked at the old man with ancient books.
"Boy, I don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing that your soul has exceeded a thousand feet before your cultivation has reached the realm of Heavenly Lord!"
"I can only tell you, kid, be careful in everything!"
Taking a deep breath, a complicated look flashed in the eyes of the old man with ancient books.
At this moment, the old man's expression became serious.
"Senior Ancient Book, your cultivation has not reached the realm of Heavenly Lord, and your soul is beyond a thousand feet. Even you don't know whether this is good or bad?"
After pondering for a while, Mo Wentian looked at the old man with ancient books and asked in a deep voice.
When the old man from the ancient book said these words, Mo Wentian felt that the words were extremely familiar.
But for a moment, I couldn't remember where I had heard these words.
"It's Senior Shenzhu!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian recalled that these words were also spoken by the old man Shenzhu when his soul was broken into a thousand feet.
"Boss, Senior Shenzhu said last time that he hoped this was a good thing!"
"Senior Ancient Books don't know whether this is good or bad, but we still think it is a good thing!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's frowning expression, Huantian's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, and he said with a curvature at the corner of his mouth.
"Huantian, you are right!"
"There is no need to worry about this matter. I believe in myself, but I don't believe in fate. I, Mo Wentian, control fate!"
"This emperor said this is a good thing, and this is a good thing for me!"
Listening to Huantian's words, Mo Wentian's eyes shone with an incomparably bright light, and his voice became even more sonorous and powerful.
"Boss..."
But the little Jiao on the side looked at Mo Wentian like this.
Xiaojiao was worried in his heart. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Little Jiao, don't worry!"
"Senior Shenzhu said that this emperor's soul has never been like this in the past and present, so I will be the first one in history!"
A glint flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and the corner of his mouth even raised a hint of curvature.
"Boy, even if this isn't a good thing!"
"I also hope that you, boy, can defeat this with your arrogance!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's determined expression, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the old man from the ancient book, and he said secretly in his heart.
"Boss, you have successfully improved your soul and spiritual consciousness!"
"It's time for us to go to Beimo Heaven Realm, right?"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
"That's right!"
"Beimo Tianjie, it's time to go!"
Mo Wentian nodded, a glint flashing in his eyes.
Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
Seeing this, Xiaojiao and Huantian quickly followed.