"I… "
Jian Zhentian looked at Mo Wentian and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
In fact, Jian Zhentian didn't want to let go.
At this moment, Jian Zhentian's eyes looked at Yuan Hu.
He wanted to see what Yuan Hu's choice was.
"Two out of a thousand pains?"
"I...I am willing to relax!"
Yuan Hu thought about what Mo Wentian said. Originally, what he had endured was only one-half of the pain of soul suppression. Yuan Hu pondered for a while and then agreed to surrender.
Yuan Hu is not stupid, he does not want to bear the pain of soul suppression.
With this thought, Yuan Hu turned to Mo Wentian and said respectfully.
It looked as if Yuan Hu had completely surrendered to Mo Wentian at this moment.
"Master... Master, I, Jian Zhentian, am also willing to relax!"
Seeing Yuan Hu agree to relax, Jian Zhentian also said quickly.
At this moment, Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian both relaxed their minds.
They knew very well in their hearts that if they didn't let go of their minds at this moment, it would be impossible for them not to surrender to Mo Wentian.
With their current strength, with Mo Wentian, Xiao Jiao Huantian, and You'er here, it would be impossible for them to escape.
Their only best option is to surrender honestly.
"Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier!"
Seeing the two people relaxed, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank, and a cold light flashed through them.
And just when Mo Wentian's cold light swept over Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian, the two felt that a sharp sword passed through their hearts, and a sense of fear rose in their hearts. .
"Slave God Seal!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all and shot countless seals directly into the void.
As the seals were played one after another, two simple and boundless slave characters were formed in the void.
"Buzzing..."
Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the two words slave fell directly towards the eyebrows of Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian.
"ah… "
As the word slave entered the eyebrows of Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian, Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian rolled on the ground.
Their faces were full of pain.
It looked like he was suffering from great pain at this moment.
The screams became even louder.
"Slave God Seal? This is the soul that enslaved our king and the sword dragon king. Their life and death will be in the hands of this kid from now on!"
"What is this kid's identity? Who is he?"
"This kid is so evil, he actually subdues Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian with this Slave God Seal!"
"This Slave God Seal is really terrible. Our king is under this Slave God Seal without even the slightest resistance. If we were given the Slave God Seal..."
"Our Three-Headed Tiger Clan and Sword Dragon Clan are going to undergo a complete change, and the Piaomiao Peak is also going to undergo a major change!"
…
Seeing the painful expressions of Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian, countless disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the Sword Dragon Clan instantly started talking.
Their eyes were extremely shocked at this moment.
Regarding Mo Wentian, a sense of fear arose in their hearts.
Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian, who were at the peak of the Emperor of Heaven, were both subdued by Mo Wentian. Their cultivation levels were not as good as those of Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian.
They knew very well that if Mo Wentian wanted to do something to them, they would not be able to resist at all.
Listening to the discussions, a glint flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
The scene where he subdued Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian just now shocked the disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the Sword Dragon Clan.
What Mo Wentian wants is this kind of effect. What he wants is to shock these disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the Sword Dragon Clan.
These three-headed tiger clan and sword dragon clan disciples were all shocked, so that he could save himself the trouble of subduing these disciples.
Sure enough, as Mo Wentian expected, more and more disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan and Sword Dragon Clan knelt down to Mo Wentian.
"Brother Xiaojiao, the boss has enslaved the souls of Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian. Will their life and death be controlled by the boss in the future?"
Looking at this scene, a glint flashed in You'er's eyes, and she asked with curiosity on her face.
"That's right!"
"This Slave God Seal is extremely terrifying. Once they are placed under the Slave God Seal, as long as they still want to survive, they must obey the boss's words!"
Xiaojiao couldn't help but feel a hint of arrogance on his face.
"Boss is really strong!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, You'er couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise in her eyes.
"You'er, now you know why Huantian and I have to follow the boss, right?"
Looking at You'er, a glimmer of light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"Brother Xiaojiao, I was still very confused at first!"
"You and Huantian are both better than the boss in cultivation, why do you still follow the boss? Now I understand!"
You'er looked at Mo Wentian with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
That was You'er's admiration for Mo Wentian's strength.
Although You'er's cultivation has reached the late stage of the Emperor of Heaven, You'er knows very well that even if her talent and strength are good, she is no match for Mo Wentian if she stands up against Mo Wentian.
Mo Wentian's strength was much stronger than hers.
Thinking like this, an idea arose in You'er's heart, that is, from now on, she would follow Mo Wentian like Xiaojiao.
This way she can still be with Xiao Jiao. Thinking like this, You'er's fair and delicate pretty face couldn't help but be dyed a bright red.
"You'er, why is your face turning red?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at You'er's face turning red and asked curiously.
It's a good thing that Xiaojiao didn't ask. As soon as Xiaojiao said this, You'er's pretty face turned even redder, as if she could squeeze out water with just a pinch.
"Brother Xiaojiao..."
A coquettish voice sounded, and You'er's face was filled with shyness.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Xiaojiao, you are so confused!"
"You'er is embarrassed to ask!"
At some point, Huantian's figure actually appeared next to Xiaojiao. Looking at Xiaojiao, Huantian's mouth curled up slightly and he raised an evil smile.
"Huantian, what do you mean?"
Listening to Huantian's words, Xiaojiao was confused.
It looked like he didn't understand anything at all.
"I don't mean anything!"
"Little Jiao, you will understand slowly!"
Huantian coughed lightly and said with a serious face.
"I'll understand?"
As he muttered to himself, Xiao Jiao became more and more confused.
At this moment, two figures climbed up from the ground.
He came to Mo Wentian and knelt down to Mo Wentian.
Their expressions did not dare to show the slightest disrespect.
"Yuan Hu pays homage to the master!"
"Jian Zhentian pays homage to his master!"
These two figures are Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian.
"Get up!"
Mo Wentian raised his eyes slightly, his expression extremely indifferent.
"Thank you, Master!"
"Thank you, Master!"
The two of them bowed slightly to Mo Wentian and then stood up.
"Yuan Hu, the sword shakes the sky!"
"These disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the Sword Dragon Clan are left to you!"
"I have some things that I need to deal with. When I come back, I hope that the entire Three-Headed Tiger Clan and Sword Dragon Clan will surrender honestly!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said in a cold voice.
"Yes, Master!"
"Yes, Master!"
Hearing this, Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian quickly agreed.
They did not dare to be disrespectful at all towards Mo Wentian.
After all, they knew in their hearts that their life and death were in Mo Wentian's hands. If they did not obey Mo Wentian's words honestly, they might be killed by Mo Wentian at any time.
The next moment, Yuan Hu and Jian Zhentian walked towards their respective disciples.