After a collision with Mo Wentian just now, Yi Tianlai also gained some understanding of Mo Wentian's strength.
Mo Wentian's body skills were much stronger than his.
Although Mo Wentian's cultivation level is only at the level of the Emperor's Perfection, he is a formidable opponent and should not be underestimated at all.
At this moment, Yi Tianlai spread his soul even more, and he wanted to explore Mo Wentian.
But what he didn't know was that the expansion of his soul gave Mo Wentian a chance.
"This old bastard actually dares to spread his soul in front of me!"
"This is simply asking for death!"
As he muttered to himself, a bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
As for his strength, Mo Wentian really didn't have enough confidence to subdue Yi Tianlai, but this Yi Tianlai dared to unfold his soul. This was looking for death.
Mo Wentian's spirit has now reached 1,200 feet. This 1,200 feet of spirit is completely enough to suppress Yi Tianlai.
Thinking like this, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth couldn't help but crack.
"Soul, unfold!"
The next moment, without any hesitation, Mo Wentian gave a cold shout and directly unfolded his soul.
"Expand the soul? Is this kid kidding? His cultivation level is only at the level of the Emperor's Consummation. He actually dares to unfold his soul in front of the powerful Emperor of Heaven. Isn't he afraid that Yitian will directly suppress him with his soul?"
"This kid is just looking for death!"
"Why do I feel that this boy is not simple? His cultivation level is that of the Emperor of Heaven. He actually dares to unfold his soul in front of the powerful Emperor of Heaven. He must have some tricks up his sleeve!"
"What tricks can this kid have? He's just trying to be mysterious!"
"Just watch, this kid will die next!"
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As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the countless Yitian Realm disciples instantly exploded.
In their view, Mo Wentian's words were ridiculous.
You know, the size of the soul is closely related to the cultivation level.
The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the soul. Yi Tianlai's cultivation level has reached the realm of the Emperor of Heaven, while Mo Wentian's cultivation level is only the level of the Emperor.
This is just in terms of cultivation, there is a big difference between them. In their opinion, Mo Wentian cannot be Yi Tianlai's opponent.
But what they didn't know was that the Mo Wentian in front of them was no ordinary person, and Mo Wentian's spirit was enough to make their eyes fall to the ground.
"Brother Wentian, do you want to directly suppress Yitian with your soul?"
"This divine soul that comes from heaven is already a thousand feet tall. Brother Wentian's divine soul actually exceeds a thousand feet?"
Listening to the discussions, Mo Qingqing, who was among the crowd, had a glint in his eyes and asked Tianhu on the side.
"Brother Wentian's soul is indeed beyond a thousand feet, and has reached 1,200 feet!"
A glint of pride flashed in Tianhu's eyes.
In her heart, she had always been angry towards Mo Qingqing. Now, she knew more about Mo Wentian than Mo Qingqing, which made her instantly feel proud.
"One thousand two hundred feet?"
"Brother Wentian's soul actually reached 1,200 feet?"
"This... this is impossible!"
"His cultivation is the level of the Emperor's perfection!"
Hearing this, Mo Qingqing staggered and almost fell to the ground.
What's more, she thought she had heard wrongly.
You must know that the souls of warriors in the realm of Tianzun Perfection will not exceed a thousand feet, but Mo Wentian in front of him has only cultivated to the realm of Emperor Perfection, and his soul has already exceeded a thousand feet.
How could this not make Mo Qingqing feel shocked
"how?"
"Do you not believe my words, or do you not believe in Brother Wentian's strength?"
Seeing the shocked look on Mo Qingqing's face, Tianhu raised a smile on his lips, coughed lightly, and said with a cold face.
"How could I not believe you? As for Brother Wentian, it goes without saying!"
"It's just that since ancient times, I have never heard of anyone whose cultivation level is below the level of the Emperor, but whose soul exceeds a thousand feet!"
"Brother Wentian, I'm afraid he is the first person in history!"
Mo Qingqing's expression still contained a bit of unconcealable surprise.
"Brother Wentian is so terrifying that you and I cannot compare to him!"
"Brother Wentian will definitely win this battle!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Tianhu's expression instantly became serious.
His eyes looked into the void, his face even more solemn.
"Um!"
"Brother Wentian will definitely win this battle!"
Mo Qingqing's voice was even more confident.
Immediately, Mo Qingqing's eyes also looked into the void, their eyes unblinking, as if they were afraid of missing something.
"Rumble..."
But at this moment, in the void, Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot soul was already shrouding Yi Tianlai.
"This... this is impossible?"
"Isn't your boy's cultivation the level of the Emperor's perfection?"
As Mo Wentian's spirit shrouded down towards Yi Tianlai, Yi Tianlai's eyes widened considerably.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
If he hadn't seen Mo Wentian's soul of 1,200 feet with his own eyes, he would never have believed that at the level of the Emperor's perfection, the soul would exceed 1,000 feet.
At this moment, Yi Tianlai had a bad premonition in his heart.
You must know that although his cultivation has reached the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, his soul is only a thousand feet away.
If his cultivation had not been improved by pills, his soul could still be improved, but his soul was improved by pills.
His spirit had just reached a thousand feet.
Although the difference between his soul and Mo Wentian's soul was only two hundred feet, there was a huge difference in strength.
"Old bastard, with this emperor, nothing is impossible!"
"This emperor's cultivation is indeed only at the level of the Emperor's perfection, but my soul reaches a height of 1,200 feet!"
A cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian looked at Yi Tianlai and said with a cold and arrogant face.
"Tear..."
And just as Mo Wentian finished speaking, a sound tearing through the void came.
Immediately, the man shrouded in black robes was seen descending from the void.
This man in black robe is none other than the man in black robe who reported the message to Yitian.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly shrank.
"The emperor's perfect cultivation level has reached a height of 1,200 feet!"
"This person is really a descendant of that person, otherwise he wouldn't be so scary!"
"I must report this matter to your lord. This boy must be solved as soon as possible. We cannot let him become the nemesis of my demon world!"
The black-robed man's eyes suddenly shrank, and his hands hanging on his sides were clenched.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, the man in black robe did not hesitate at all. With a thought, a transmission talisman appeared in his hand.
The man in black robe directly transmitted Mo Wentian's news without any hesitation.
Immediately, the man in black robe entered the void again.
His eyes were looking straight at that figure, as if he wanted to see something from Mo Wentian.
"Is there anyone?"
And the moment the man disappeared, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
He felt a breath, which he felt was somewhat familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
"Is it my imagination?"
But Mo Wentian looked around, but found nothing. He frowned slightly and said secretly in his heart.
He couldn't explain why, but Mo Wentian always felt that he had felt that breath somewhere before, but for a while, he couldn't remember it.