At this moment, the aura on Mo Qiu's body surged rapidly.
It looked as if Mo Chou was about to attack Hanlong at the next moment.
"You want to kill me too?"
"Do you think that by killing me, you can gain a lot of cultivation resources in the Shentian Mountains?"
"If you kill me, you won't even be able to obtain the peerless cultivation resources!"
Hearing Mo Chou's words, Han Long's eyes fell on Mo Chou, and an unconcealable anger rose in the depths of his eyes.
However, this cold dragon did not take action. Mo Wentian, a warrior whose cultivation level was only in the early stage of Heavenly Emperor, could not defeat him.
At this moment, there were several disciples from the Divine Heaven Realm. If they took action, he would definitely die.
Although his Hanlong clan is in the hands of Qin Tianjie, he Hanlong himself still wants to survive.
Han Long also had some understanding of the fact that they came to the Shentian Mountains from various worlds to practice. He knew that the purpose of their coming to practice was to seize the cultivation resources, especially the peerless cultivation resources.
With this thought in mind, Han Long pulled out this peerless cultivation resource.
"If I kill you, I won't be able to seize many cultivation resources? Let alone the peerless cultivation resources?"
"Hanlong, it seems you know a lot about us!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian took a step forward, looked at Han Long, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly.
I have to say that Hanlong is quite smart. He knows that their various worlds are competing for this cultivation resource.
After he said this, Mo Wentian really would not kill him.
After all, this peerless cultivation resource was very important to them. Originally, Mo Wentian had no intention of killing Hanlong.
It's okay not to kill this cold dragon, but it's okay to subdue this cold dragon.
"Boss, this cold dragon is really hateful!"
"He actually used his cultivation resources to threaten us. I still don't believe it. If we kill him, we won't be able to take away those peerless cultivation resources!"
Hanlong's words completely angered Xiaojiao.
At this moment, the aura on Xiaojiao's body surged rapidly, and the terrifying dragon power spread out from Xiaojiao's body.
"Little Jiao, if I kill this cold dragon, I will have the confidence to seize more cultivation resources. I will also have the confidence to seize the peerless cultivation resources!"
"But if we want to capture these, it will definitely cost a lot!"
"We can't take away the cultivation resources with great difficulty, and our strength consumes a lot. At that time, let the people from Qin Tianjie take advantage of us!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Mo Wentian had not thought about killing this cold dragon, but since this cold dragon said so about his understanding of the cultivation resources in the Shentian Mountains, Mo Wentian really had no doubts.
After all, this is Hanlong's life-saving means.
If this cold dragon didn't know anything about cultivation resources, he wouldn't be so confident.
"Boss, what are you going to do with this cold dragon?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a faint light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes and he said in a deep voice.
"How to deal with it?"
"Conquer this cold dragon first. If he wants to survive, he must obey this emperor's words!"
Mo Wentian's expression was extremely cold.
"Boss..."
Hearing this, Xiaojiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Hanlong, since you said so, I don't want to kill you!"
"This emperor gives you a chance to surrender to me!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at Han Long without any hesitation and said coldly.
"Give me a chance to surrender to you?"
"Human, do you think I will surrender to you, a human whose cultivation level is no more than the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven?"
"If I surrender to you, I'm afraid even my Cold Dragon clan won't be able to raise its head among the monster clan!"
Hanlong looked at Mo Wentian, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and said quickly.
At this moment, Han Long made up his mind even more, not to surrender to Mo Wentian.
"Yeah?"
"I would like to see if your bones are as hard as your mouth!"
Mo Wentian looked at Han Long, his expression instantly turned cold.
At this moment, a cold chill spread from Mo Wentian's body.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had appeared in the void.
"Shenhun, suppress!"
With an angry shout, Mo Wentian directly unfolded his soul.
The 1,200-foot-long soul shrouded directly towards Hanlong's soul.
"A soul that is one thousand two hundred feet tall?"
"This... how is this possible? Isn't your cultivation only at the level of the Emperor of Heaven? Your soul actually reaches a height of 1,200 feet?"
As Mo Wentian's soul suppressed, Hanlong's body instantly fell to the ground.
Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of shock.
You know, Mo Wentian's cultivation level is only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, but Mo Wentian's soul has reached a height of 1,200 feet.
Although Hanlong's cultivation level is comparable to that of the Heavenly Emperor's perfection, Hanlong's spirit is not even close to a thousand feet.
In front of Mo Wentian, a soul of 1,200 feet, how could Han Long not be shocked
"A soul of 1,200 feet? This kid Mo Wentian is really a monster. His cultivation is only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, but his soul has reached 1,200 feet!"
"My cultivation has reached the realm of Heavenly Saint, and my soul has only just broken through to one thousand two hundred feet!"
"This kid Mo Wentian is really too evil. Master Shenzhu is interested in him. He is not just randomly selected, but because he has real strength!"
"How can this cold dragon withstand the soul of one thousand two hundred feet? I think if Han Long doesn't surrender to Mo Wentian today, he will die waiting for him!"
"Mo Wentian is surprising us more and more. I think letting him be our leader is the wisest decision!"
…
At this moment, the disciples of the Divine Heaven Realm began to discuss.
They looked at Mo Wentian with even more awe.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that Mo Wentian's strength was so terrifying.
At this moment, they were even glad that they listened to Mo Chou and allowed Mo Wentian to enter the Shentian Mountains with them to practice.
"Hanlong, surrender!"
With an angry shout, Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot-long soul suppressed him directly.
At this moment, Mo Wentian stood proudly in the void, like a peerless king.
At the same time, a king-like pressure spread out from Mo Wentian.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body was even more terrifying.
"ah… "
"No… "
…
And at the moment when Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot soul suppressed him, Hanlong screamed in agony.
Hanlong's soul is not comparable to Mo Wentian at all. How can he bear Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot soul.
"Slave God Seal!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian gave a cold shout and quickly made seals one after another with his hands.
As the seals were played one after another, a word "Slave" appeared in the void.
Above the word "Slave", a simple and boundless aura spread out.
Immediately, without any hesitation, Mo Wentian waved his hands, and the God-Slave Seal fell directly towards Han Long's eyebrows.
"ah… "
"No… "
…
A series of screams resounded again, and Hanlong's figure was seen rolling on the ground, as if he was suffering from great pain at this moment.
"Mo Wentian, do you want to suppress this cold dragon?"
Mo Chou walked towards Mo Wentian, his expression extremely indifferent.
"It's best to suppress the cold dragon first. This cold dragon still has some uses!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.