"This Nine Soul Art..."
Mo Wentian's eyes were twinkling with light, while Hu Chong next to him...
But he looked at the jade slip in Mo Wentian's hand with enthusiasm.
I opened my mouth to say something...
But in the end, Hu Chong didn't say a word.
"Big brother left these things aside..."
"But what else did you say?"
Looking at Mo Shou, Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.
"this… "
Mo Shou paused for a moment, then shook his head and said.
"The Great Ancestor only left this thing behind. He asked us to forge our body and demon soul here and wait for the return of the Emperor!"
"Waiting for my return..."
Mo Wentian's eyes began to twinkle.
"Brother..."
"How did you know I would come!"
Mo Wentian muttered to himself. For some reason, Mo Wenchen became more and more mysterious in Mo Wentian's heart.
It's like he has...
There are countless secrets hidden!
"You guys, step back first!"
Looking at Mo Shou, Mo Wentian said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Emperor!"
Mo Shou waved his hand, and the next moment, dozens of figures returned to the soul tree again!
"Mo Wentian..."
Hu Chong walked to Mo Wentian.
"Hu Chong, this is the Nine Soul Jue..."
"It's useless for me to hold this thing, just take it!"
Mo Wentian threw the Nine Soul Art to Hu Chong.
Now Mo Wentian has the Blood Soul Art. By practicing the Blood Soul Art, Mo Wentian's soul can be improved enough.
What if I practiced the Nine Soul Art again!
On the contrary, it is even more difficult!
"Give me… "
Hu Chong was slightly stunned.
"Hu Chong, meet the master!"
At this moment, Hu Chong suddenly knelt down.
He bowed nine times and knelt three times towards Mo Wentian, and then respectfully removed the Nine Soul Art from Mo Wentian's hand.
"What are you..."
Mo Wentian paused for a moment, then smiled...
Spread from the corners of the mouth.
"Hu Chong, I will replace my elder brother today..."
"Accept you as my disciple!"
Looking at Hu Chong, Mo Wentian chuckled.
"Thank you, uncle!"
Hu Chong said quickly and respectfully.
"This kid..."
Mo Wentian smiled slightly, Hu Chong's talent was definitely top-notch.
Being able to cultivate the Heart Attack Sword to its peak, if Hu Chong...
He will definitely become a genius of his generation!
"Uncle..."
Xiao Jiao's eyes began to move when he saw Hu Chong.
"Mo Shou!"
"The disciple is here!"
Mo Shou quickly walked up to Mo Wentian.
"How many places are there in this extremely gloomy place..."
"My disciple of the Mo family?"
Looking at Mo Shou, Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.
"Emperor, in this extremely gloomy place, a total of more than a thousand Mo family disciples have perished, but among these more than a thousand people, only my disciples from Sword Guarding Pavilion have left their remaining souls behind!"
"The others have completely perished!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Mo Shou said in a deep voice.
"More than a thousand people..."
Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent.
"The disciples whose souls are left..."
"There are many?"
Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.
"I am reporting to the Emperor, that there are a total of twenty-seven disciples who have left their souls in the Sword Pavilion. Among them, there are nine who have reached the level of Sword Emperor, and those who have reached the peak of Sword Emperor..."
"There are seventeen people, and in the end, it's me!"
Looking at Mo Wentian and Mo Shou, he said quickly.
"More than one thousand… "
"Only twenty-seven people remain!"
The coldness in Mo Wentian's eyes was endless.
For this revenge, he will seek revenge from the Human Emperor Sword Sect...
Calculate slowly!
"correct… "
"What level of strength has you reached now?"
As if remembering something, Mo Wentian suddenly asked in a deep voice.
"I… "
Mo Shou paused for a moment, then smiled.
"I have practiced in this extremely yin place for thousands of years, and now my body is comparable to that of a pseudo-sword god of about the second level!"
"As for strength, it is comparable to a strong pseudo-god of the third to fourth levels!"
"Third to fourth level pseudo-god powerhouse!"
Mo Wentian, the light in his eyes skyrocketed.
What the current Sky Devouring Kingdom lacks the most is a powerful pseudo-god.
With the help of Mo Shou and others, the Devouring Heaven Divine Kingdom...
Only then can we not be afraid of the sacred mountain!
"Emperor, although our strength is good, we are monsters after all. If we have countless yin energy to replenish our bodies, our bodies will be comparable to immortality. But if we go out..."
"Our strength will decrease!"
Looking at Mo Wentian and Mo Shou, he said in a deep voice.
"Down some..."
Mo Wentian frowned slightly.
"Emperor, if there is a soul tree..."
"We'll be fine!"
At this moment, Mo Shou spoke again.
"Soul wood..."
Mo Wentian's eyes fell on this huge soul tree.
"The soul tree has grown here for thousands of years, and now it is comparable to the average peak imperial weapon. If it is refined a little, it will definitely not be worse than the pseudo-artifact!"
"If that's the case, then I will use this soul tree..."
"Refined into twenty-seven coffins!"
The light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed.
Thousands of years have passed, and the imperial swords of Mo Shou and others have long been corrupted by these yin energy.
It just so happens that these disciples of Sword Guarding Pavilion...
There is still one weapon missing.
"Wentian Sword..."
"Buzzing..."
The Wentian Sword appeared in the palm of Mo Wentian's hand.
"You guys stand down first!"
Mo Wentian gave a cold shout to Mo Shou and others.
"Back off!"
"yes!"
One after another, figures quickly retreated from the soul tree.
"Jian Potian..."
"cut!"
"Buzz buzz..."
As soon as the sword came out, a vast and boundless sword intent spread from Mo Wentian.
This sword intent seemed to destroy everything.
"Such a strong sword intent..."
Hu Chong glanced at Mo Wentian with a shocked face.
Even though they had collided with Mo Wentian just now, there was not much murderous intent between the two of them!
Mo Wentian took action, but also saved something!
And Hu Chong...
He didn’t even try his best!
"Click..."
A clear sound came, and the hundreds of feet of soul wood fell down.
At the same time, waves of extremely terrifying Yin power converged towards the Soul Tree!
"Emperor Fire..."
"Show up!"
"bump… "
After making a seal, a purple flame spread from Mo Wentian's hand.
"Little Jiao..."
"Help me!"
Mo Wentian gave Xiaojiao a cold shout.
"Yes, boss!"
"Roar… "
With a roar, the little dragon's body directly transformed into its true form.
For a moment, an extremely terrifying dragon power entered Mo Wentian's body.
"Emperor Fire..."
"Calcined!"
In Mo Wentian's eyes, the light surged, purple flames...
Crazy spread.
"It's still not enough..."
But at this moment, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.
I saw Mo Wentian punch out a seal, and the next moment, a fiery red little guy...
Falling on Mo Wentian's shoulder.
"Boss, my name is Xiao Yan..."
"what's the matter?"
The little guy seems a little confused...
"Xiao Yan..."
"Help me refine this soul tree!"
Looking at Xiao Yan, Mo Wentian said coldly.
"Refining Soul Tree..."
Xiao Yan's eyes fell on the hundred-foot-high soul tree.
Then he waved his hand, and the next moment, a peak-level imperial fire enveloped the soul tree!
"Well done!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were slightly happy, and then he sealed the seals one by one...
Entered the soul tree!