"That's right!"
"The boss has already refined the mid-stage emperor-level elixir!"
"Even if they know that the boss has mid-level emperor-level elixirs in his hands, it will be of no use!"
"What's more, they don't have the strength at all to seize the mid-level imperial elixir from the boss!"
Xiaojiao looked at Huantian, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
In the world of immortals, there is no one who is Mo Wentian's opponent. Even if Huantian does not set up an illusion, it is impossible for these people to take the mid-level imperial elixir from Mo Wentian's hands.
Not only them, but even the Realm Master of Qin Tian Realm couldn't take away the mid-level imperial elixir from Mo Wentian's hands.
Huantian set up the illusion just because he didn't want them to disturb Mo Wentian's promotion.
"Um!"
"Little Jiao, let's protect the boss properly!"
"Look how high the boss' soul can rise!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Huantian looked at Xiaojiao, with a flash of light in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
Mo Wentian's soul originally reached a height of 1,200 feet. This time, Mo Wentian's soul has been improved. I don't know what level it can be promoted to.
He couldn't explain why, but Huantian had an intuition in his heart that Mo Wentian's soul had definitely improved by more than a little.
You must know that Qin Yuan's cultivation level has already reached the early stage of Tiansheng. If it were not for Qin Yi's suppression, Qin Yuan's cultivation would have already broken through to the middle stage of Tiansheng.
But Qin Yuan’s soul is still only a thousand feet tall.
Mo Wentian's cultivation was in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, and his soul reached 1,200 feet, which was already a terrifying existence.
This time, Mo Wentian wants to upgrade his soul, and Mo Wentian must have a lot of souls.
"The boss's soul is originally one thousand two hundred feet long. I think the boss's soul can definitely be raised to one thousand five hundred feet high!"
Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, with a bright light rising in his eyes.
"If the boss's soul can be raised to 1,500 feet, it may be stronger than Qin Yi's soul!"
"If the boss's soul reaches 1,500 feet and is stronger than Qin Yi's, he will have nothing to fear in the battle with Qin Tianjie in a month!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, Huantian's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
"Huantian, I believe that the boss's soul can definitely be raised to 1,500 feet!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a touch of confidence rose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
From that look, it seemed that Xiaojiao was very confident that Mo Wentian's spirit had risen to 1,200 feet.
An hour passed quickly.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body was terrifying.
Mo Wentian had a lot of cultivation resources to refine, and Mo Wentian's soul had increased a lot.
"Brother Wentian's soul has grown to an unknown length!"
At this moment, Tianhu, who was not far away, saw that Mo Wentian had not yet woken up from his cultivation. There was a hint of worry in Tianhu's eyes.
"Tianhu, you don't have to worry about the boss's soul!"
"The boss's soul can definitely be improved a lot!"
Seeing the worried look on Tianhu's face, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with a faint light and he said in a deep voice.
"Fifteen hundred feet!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian shouted angrily.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body was even more terrifying.
Mo Wentian's soul directly grew to 1,500 feet.
Originally, Mo Wentian wanted to refine his cultivation resources to improve his cultivation level, but he found that his soul reached 1,500 feet, which seemed to have reached a bottleneck.
No matter how much cultivation resources he refines, it will have no effect on the improvement of his soul.
"Fifteen hundred feet?"
"Boss, your soul has reached 1,500 feet?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wentian. He looked at Mo Wentian and said with uncontrollable joy in his eyes.
"That's right!"
"My soul reaches 1,500 feet!"
"Fifteen hundred feet of soul is still not enough!"
Mo Wentian let out a long breath and stood up, with a gloomy look on his face.
In Mo Wentian's opinion, if his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Emperor of Heaven, his soul can definitely be raised to 1,800 feet.
Unexpectedly, his soul seemed to have hit a bottleneck when it was raised to 1,500 feet, and it would not improve.
This made Mo Wentian feel confused.
"Boss, a soul of 1,500 feet is already very strong!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
"A spirit of 1,500 feet is very powerful for ordinary warriors!"
"But for Qin Yi, it's just comparable to him!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, you mean that Qin Yi's soul has also reached 1,500 feet?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly filled with surprise, and he blurted out his words almost as if it were raining.
"That's right!"
"Qin Yi's soul, when he was outside the Shentian Mountains, his soul had already reached 1,500 feet!"
"My soul is only as high as 1,500 feet, so it can only resist him!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao with an extremely gloomy expression.
Obviously, Mo Wentian was a little dissatisfied with the fact that his soul had only been raised to 1,500 feet.
Mo Wentian wanted to raise his soul to 1,800 feet, but his soul was only raised to 1,500 feet.
Thinking like this, a complicated look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, your soul reaches 1,500 feet, which is definitely not on the same level as Qin Yi's 1,500 feet!"
"Your cultivation level has also improved. Not only that, you also have the Netherworld Spear in your hand. You are not afraid of Qin Yi at all!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said seriously.
"Netherworld Spear?"
"I promised to give this Netherworld Spear to Mo Chou, but I actually forgot about it!"
"When I return to the Divine Heaven Realm, I will give this Netherworld Spear to Mo Chou!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, Mo Wentian thought that he had promised to give the Netherworld Spear to Mo Chou, but the Netherworld Spear was still in his hand at this moment.
A flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said coldly.
"Boss, Mo Chou's cultivation is still at the level of the Heavenly Emperor's perfection. Even if you give him this Netherworld Spear right now, I'm afraid he won't be able to control it!"
"It's better to wait until after the battle between the Divine Heaven Realm and the Qin Heaven Realm a month later, and we win the Qin Tian Realm, then it won't be too late to give the Netherworld Spear to Mo Chou!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao said seriously.
After all, this Netherworld Spear is a holy weapon, and holy weapons are not available everywhere.
Neither the old man with the divine pearl nor the old man with the ancient book had a sacred weapon in his hand, but Mo Wentian had the Netherworld Spear, which gave him at least one more bargaining chip to fight against Qin Yi.
In Xiaojiao's heart, all he could think about was Mo Wentian's safety.
In Xiaojiao's heart, he had already regarded Mo Wentian as his relative, and he was most concerned about Mo Wentian's safety.
"Let's talk about this later!"
"This Netherworld Spear was given to Qin Tu by Qin Yi. This shows that Qin Yi definitely has a stronger sacred weapon in his hands!"
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and Mo Wentian's expression was extremely serious.
"Boss, what you said makes sense!"
"Qin Yi definitely has a stronger sacred weapon in his hand, but I don't know what the sacred weapon in Qin Yi's hand is!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
Qin Yi is the master of the Qin Tian Realm. Since he can give the Netherworld Spear to Qin Tu, it means that he has a stronger sacred weapon in his hand.
Although Qin Yi regards Qin Tu as more important than his own life, he is the master of Qin Tian Realm, and there must be a stronger sacred weapon in his hands.
At this moment, Xiaojiao felt even more worried.