"Boy, I really like your confidence!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's appearance, the old man Shenzhu's mouth curled up slightly.
"Thank you, Senior Shenzhu, for your recognition!"
"It's just that my cultivation level is indeed a bit low, but I will practice hard and try my best to improve my cultivation level!"
After listening to the words of the old man Shenzhu, Mo Wentian's expression became serious.
At this moment, Mo Wentian made up his mind, and he must practice well.
The improvement of his cultivation is the most important thing.
Although his strength is not only measured by his cultivation, but his cultivation is also a very important indicator.
"What you said is quite right, kid!"
"Improve your cultivation and enter my divine world, and I will help you!"
Seeing the determined look on Mo Wentian's face, the old man Shenzhu stepped forward, reached out and patted Mo Wentian's shoulder, saying in a deep voice.
"Thank you, Senior Shenzhu!"
Mo Wentian looked at the old man of Shenzhu and said sincerely.
"Boy, I have to thank you for being able to condense my true body this time!"
"If it weren't for your boy's power, it would be impossible for me to condense my true body!"
At this moment, the old man from the ancient book came to Mo Wentian's side, looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Ancient Books, you have been a great help to me along the way!"
"Mo Wentian remembers everything. Helping you condense your true body is what I should do!"
Mo Wentian looked at the old man with ancient books, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, the aura of the ancient old man's body is not a bit stronger than before.
Not only that, even Mo Wentian at this moment could not feel the cultivation of the old man with ancient books.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's brows frowned slightly.
"Boy, I like you!"
"Your strength will definitely shock the entire heavenly world!"
The old man from the ancient book reached out and patted Mo Wentian on the shoulder, saying with trust in his face.
"Thank you, Senior Ancient Books!"
"I will work hard. I, Mo Wentian, must stand at the top of the immortal world!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.
"Um!"
"Both Shenzhu and I believe in you!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's appearance, the old man from Ancient Books and the old man from Divine Pearl looked at each other and nodded.
I can't explain why, but looking at Mo Wentian's appearance, the eyes of the old man from Ancient Books and the old man from Shenzhu seemed to have seen the scene of Mo Wentian standing at the top.
They didn't have the slightest doubt about Mo Wentian's words.
They firmly believed that Mo Wentian would be able to stand at the pinnacle of the immortal world.
"Thank you, Senior Shenzhu!"
"Thank you, Senior Ancient Books!"
Looking at the old man with ancient books and the old man with divine beads, Mo Wentian said sincerely.
"Boss, the ancient book senior's true body has been condensed, and the aura on his body is so strong!"
"I wonder what level the ancient book senior's cultivation has reached now?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"If you want to know, just ask and you'll find out!"
Hearing Xiaojiao's words, Mo Wentian's lips curled up slightly.
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all and looked at the old man with ancient books.
"Senior Ancient Books, to what state has your cultivation reached now?"
Mo Wentian looked at the old man with ancient books and said directly.
"Boy, your cultivation has reached the realm of the Emperor of Heaven, but you still can't sense my breath. What realm have you reached?"
The old man with ancient books looked at Mo Wentian and asked rhetorically without answering.
"Senior Ancient Books, my cultivation has reached the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven!"
"Logically speaking, I should be able to sense the aura of all realms of the Heavenly Emperor's Realm, but I can't sense the aura on your body!"
"Senior Ancient Books, your cultivation level has returned to the realm of Heavenly Saint, right?"
Hearing the words of the old man with ancient books, a complicated look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the old man with ancient books and lowered his voice.
"That's right!"
"My cultivation level has just returned to the realm of Heavenly Saint!"
The old man from the ancient book didn't hide anything at all and admitted it directly.
His cultivation had already returned to the early stage of Heavenly Sage the moment he condensed his true body.
"Heavenly Saint Realm, so strong!"
At this moment, Xiao Jiao's voice came out in surprise.
He couldn't explain why, but at this moment, the old man with ancient books was standing in front of him. Xiaojiao felt as if there was a big mountain standing in front of him, which made him feel a sense of admiration in his heart.
"My cultivation has just returned to the early stage of Heavenly Saint. Early stage of Heavenly Saint, this is just the beginning!"
"Little Jiao, your cultivation has reached the realm of the Heavenly Emperor. If your dragon horns grow completely, and if you can transform into a human form, your cultivation strength will qualitatively change!"
After listening to Xiaojiao's words, the old man from Ancient Books looked at Xiaojiao and said in a deep voice.
"Senior Ancient Books, what you said is true!"
"My dragon horns have completely grown out. If I can transform into a human form, what will happen to my cultivation strength?"
Hearing this, the light in Xiaojiao's eyes suddenly surged. He looked at the old man with ancient books and asked subconsciously.
"Little Jiao, don't you believe what I said?"
The old man from the ancient book did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.
"No!"
"Senior Ancient Books, I believe what you said, it's just that my dragon horns grow very slowly!"
"I don't know how long it will take for my dragon horns to grow completely!"
When the little dragon thought about how fast the dragon's horns could grow, and how difficult it was to grow the dragon's horns, the little dragon's expression dimmed instantly.
"It won't be long!"
"There isn't much time left for us!"
Before the old man from Ancient Books could speak, the old man from Shenzhu murmured.
At this moment, the expression of the old man Shenzhu was extremely serious.
"Senior Shenzhu, what happened?"
Hearing the words of the old man Shenzhu, Mo Wentian suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart and asked subconsciously.
"Boy, now is not the time for you to know. When the time comes for you to know, I will tell you naturally!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, an extremely cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man Shenzhu, and he said in a deep voice.
"Senior Shenzhu..."
Hearing the words of the old man Shenzhu, Mo Wentian opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"alright!"
"I have been out for a long enough time. There are still many things in the divine world that I need to deal with!"
"Boy, follow me to the divine world!"
The next moment, the old man Shenzhu seemed to have thought of something, and said with a serious face.
"Senior Shenzhu, heading to the Divine Heaven Realm?"
As soon as he heard that he was about to follow him into the world of gods and heavens, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly filled with surprise and subconsciousness.
"That's right!"
"Boy, don't you wonder that it took so long for the battle to end, and the rest of the people have been taken over by the top ten worlds!"
"You are the only one left in this Youjing Mountain Range!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's confused look, the old man Shenzhu raised the corner of his mouth and said.
"Senior Shenzhu, it turns out that I was determined by you to enter the divine world!"
"No wonder Miss Yu'er and Shengjue were taken away by the world, but no one contacted me!"
After listening to the words of the old man Shenzhu, the doubts in Mo Wentian's heart were instantly solved.
"Senior Shenzhu, why did you come to pick up the boss so late?"
At this moment, Huantian's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder.
Looking at the old man Shenzhu, Huantian stretched out his furry paws and scratched his head. His eyes were full of doubts and he said in a deep voice.