At this moment, the old man from Ancient Books was extremely worried.
If it weren't for the inability to enter the Shentian Mountains, he would have already rushed towards the Shentian Mountains.
What Mo Wentian meant was not only known to the old man Shenzhu, but also to the old man from the ancient book.
Mo Wentian is not only the hope of the entire God Clan, but also the hope of the entire Celestial Realm. Mo Wentian cannot make any mistakes.
But at the same time, the old man from the ancient book also knew that according to Mo Wentian's character, Mo Wentian would definitely participate in this experience.
Not only that, in fact, the old man from the ancient book had already guessed that Mo Wentian would not just slowly seize the cultivation resources in the Shentian Mountains.
"Old man from ancient books, if that person doesn't last ten thousand years, I'm afraid he will take action against our immortal world!"
"That kid Mo Wentian must not make any mistakes. The only descendant of that man is this kid Mo Wentian!"
"This boy has also awakened the Nine-Nine Return to One Sword Technique, and the power of the human blood in this boy will be awakened in a short time!"
"This kid Mo Wentian is the hope of our God Clan and the hope of the entire Celestial Realm. We can't let anything happen to Mo Wentian!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, the old man Shenzhu looked at the old man from the ancient book, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice.
The old man Shenzhu was also very worried about Mo Wentian.
"Old Shenzhu, I know your worries, and I also know that you feel guilty!"
"But our worries are useless, we can't enter the Shentian Mountains, and we can't even enter the soul!"
"That kid Mo Wentian has entered the Shentian Mountains, and he can only do this by himself!"
The old man from the ancient book approached the old man from Shenzhu, reached out and patted the old man from Shenzhu on the shoulder, took a long breath and said in a deep voice.
If he could help Mo Wentian, the old man from the ancient book would do it without hesitation.
But the old man from the ancient book also knew very well that once Mo Wentian entered the Shentian Mountains, they would not be able to give him any help at all.
In the Shentian Mountains, everything can only be seen by Mo Wentian himself.
"Old man from ancient books, maybe our decision is wrong!"
After pondering for a while, a complicated look flashed in the eyes of the old man Shenzhu, and he said coldly.
"No matter whether our decision is right or wrong, it has no meaning now!"
"All we can do is wait for Mo Wentian to come back from the Shentian Mountains!"
A faint light flashed in the eyes of the old man with ancient books, and he said in a deep voice.
"Um!"
Hearing this, the old man Shenzhu hummed and nodded.
And in the Shentian Realm, the old man of Shenzhu and the old man of ancient books were both worried about Mo Wentian.
At this moment, in the Shentian Mountains, Mo Wentian was fighting with the Eight-armed Ape King.
The remaining seven palms of the Eight-Armed Ape King fell towards Mo Wentian.
"Buzzing..."
Seeing the eight-armed ape king's seven palms falling towards him, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank.
Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had transformed into nine figures.
The nine Mo Wentians are all exactly the same in appearance and aura.
At this moment, even Xiaojiao and Huantian couldn't tell which one was Mo Wentian's true body.
"This... this body technique is so powerful that it actually transformed into nine figures, and among these nine figures, it's still impossible to tell which one is the real body!"
"I was dazzled by what I saw. From my point of view, I feel that every figure is the real body!"
"Is this human's cultivation level really only that of the early Emperor of Heaven?"
"This battle is getting more and more exciting. The eight-armed ape king has eight arms, but this human has nine clones. It's a perfect match!"
"It doesn't matter if this human being is strong in physical skills, his cultivation level is still far behind that of the Eight-armed Ape King. He will not be the opponent of the Eight-armed Ape King at all!"
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Seeing the nine identical figures of Mo Wentian appearing in the void, the countless monsters started talking.
At this moment, their eyes were unblinking, as if they were afraid of missing something wonderful.
Although Mo Wentian's movement shocked them, in their opinion, they still believed that the final winner of this battle was the Eight-armed Ape King.
After all, in their view, cultivation is the criterion for measuring strength.
"Sideways!"
"It's ridiculous that you want to influence me with just your body skills!"
Listening to these discussions, the eight-armed ape king's self-confidence increased a lot.
In the eyes of the Eight-Armed Ape King, Mo Wentian's movement technique just looks fancy, but in fact, it doesn't have much effect.
"Ant, you are the one who is ridiculous!"
"Nine-Nine Return to One Sword Technique!"
The sound of angry shouting sounded, and the nine Mo Wentians in the void directly used the Jiujiu Guiyi Sword Art.
As the Jiujiu Guiyi Sword Technique was used, the aura on Mo Wentian's body increased rapidly.
"Tear..."
In the void, only nine holes were torn open. From these nine holes, endless void turbulence rolled out.
"Boy, your magic sword is really good!"
"If you don't have this divine sword, you are nothing in front of me!"
Seeing the void in front of him being torn apart, the Eight-Armed Ape King narrowed his eyes slightly, a flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and he shouted coldly.
In fact, this scene shocked the Eight-armed Ape King quite a lot, but the Eight-armed Ape King was unwilling to admit it in his heart.
"Yeah?"
"But this emperor just wants to kill you with the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
This eight-armed ape king is indeed a monster that cultivates physical fitness. Mo Wentian has already felt it after a battle with him.
If it weren't for the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, Mo Wentian really wouldn't have the full confidence to kill the Eight-Armed Ape King.
The Eight-Armed Ape King said this at this moment. How could he put down the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword and fight the Eight-Armed Ape King
"Boy, it seems you are really nothing!"
"You only rely on this divine sword!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a complex look flashed in the eyes of the Eight-armed Ape King.
The Eight-Armed Ape King said this just to make Mo Wentian put down the divine sword.
But instead of being fooled, Mo Wentian was determined to use the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, which made the eight-armed ape's anger surge.
Even though the Eight-Armed Ape King was extremely angry towards Mo Wentian, there was nothing he could do against Mo Wentian.
"You don't need to use any divine weapon, I just need to know!"
"Today you will die in the hands of this emperor!"
Mo Wentian looked at the Eight-Armed Ape King, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted angrily.
At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body increased rapidly.
After saying that, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all and went straight towards killing the eight-armed ape king.
In the void, nine figures of Mo Wentian, holding the Heaven-devouring Divine Sword, were all heading towards the Eight-Armed Ape King to kill them.
"Human, it's you who will die!"
"Eight-armed Ape Palm Formation!"
Seeing Mo Wentian coming to kill him, the eight-armed ape king's remaining seven palms quickly shot out seals one after another.
As these seals were played, a huge palm appeared in the void, and terrifying palm power spread out from that palm.
Immediately, the huge palm was seen moving directly towards Mo Wentian's figure to greet him.
The palm, which was one hundred thousand feet in size, seemed to be able to block out the clouds and the sun, and the entire void in the Shentian Valley became dark.
"You ant, you actually have a palm formation. It seems I underestimated you!"
Looking at the eight-armed ape king's palm in the void, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank, and the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword did not hesitate at all. Nine figures of Mo Wentian, holding nine Heaven-Eating Divine Swords, moved toward Cut away the palm in the void.