"bump… "
Flames surrounded the soul wood.
Xiao Yan has already recognized Mo Wentian as his master, and naturally he and Mo Wentian have a spiritual connection.
Xiao Yan's Earth Fire is equivalent to being controlled by Mo Wentian himself!
"Xiao Yan..."
"The flames will be bigger!"
With a low drink, Mo Wentian's seal technique...
Several times faster again!
"Yes, boss!"
"bump!"
An even more terrifying flame power fell on the soul tree.
The dark soul wood, after being forged by Mo Wentian, actually emitted...
A breath of holiness came.
"Jian Po Tian!"
"cut!"
"Boom..."
With one strike of the sword, the next moment, the entire soul tree was cut into twenty-seven sections by Mo Wentian.
Twenty-seven sections are flying in the void, one after another, the spirit of earth fire...
Burn on these soul trees!
"Mo Shou..."
"Don't go in yet!"
Mo Wentian shouted coldly, and the next moment, a piece of soul wood suddenly opened...
A stream of extremely yin power spread from the soul tree.
"Yes, Emperor!"
Mo Shou's eyes flashed with light, and then he stepped out.
"bump!"
Mo Shou, sitting cross-legged on the soul tree, the next moment, bursts of magic power...
It spread from Mo Shou.
These magical powers began to temper the soul wood beneath him.
"You guys come up too!"
The light in Mo Wentian's eyes was extremely bright.
Whether it was Mo Shou or these disciples of Sword Shou Pavilion, all that was left of these people were their demon souls and withered corpses.
These people have no essence and blood.
If you want to temper the imperial weapon, you can only rely on your own magic power...
And now Mo Wentian is using this soul tree!
Completely integrated with them.
"Yes, Emperor!"
"yes!"
…
One after another, figures stepped out of the air.
Like Mo Shou, they also sat cross-legged on the soul tree, with magic...
Break into the soul wood.
"Blood Soul Art..."
"rise!"
"Boom..."
Waves of blood soaring to the sky rose from Mo Wentian's body, and the next moment...
Mo Wentian jumped up.
Twenty-seven sections of soul wood circled around Mo Wentian.
"Soul coffin..."
"become!"
"boom!"
Mo Wentian suddenly made countless seals, and the next moment...
In the void, thunderclouds were densely covered.
"This is… "
Hu Chong's expression changed instantly, Xiaojiao...
His eyes were filled with shock.
"This is a divine calamity..."
In the void, the aura was vast and boundless.
Waves of destructive aura came down, as if these twenty-seven soul trees appeared in the void!
What kind of taboo is it, even heaven and earth!
Destroy them all!
"It's just a fake artifact..."
"Could it be that heaven and earth can't tolerate it?"
A sneer rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Immediately, the seals were punched out one by one, and the next moment, the light above the soul tree skyrocketed at the same time.
"Ouch..."
Roars came one after another, and the twenty-seven figures on the soul tree...
The auras on each of them surged!
"Bump bump bump..."
The next moment, the ground shook crazily.
Only twenty-seven coffins were seen falling to the ground.
On each coffin, countless divine patterns are densely covered...
The bright golden light exudes a holy aura!
"These soul coffins..."
"They are all fake artifacts!"
Hu Chong took a breath of cold air.
The thunderclouds in the void also slowly dispersed.
The oppressive atmosphere quickly dissipated.
Although the thundercloud retreated quickly, the destructive aura...
But it still alarmed the imperial city!
"The aura is so strong, could it be that there is a demonic beast going through the tribulation?"
"How can a demonic beast be so terrifying when it comes to crossing the tribulation!"
"Could it be a divine calamity..."
…
Voices of exclamation came one after another, and pairs of eyes opened deep in the Human Emperor Sword Gate.
That destructive aura made them...
tremble with fear!
"Who refined the false artifact, or who entered the realm of false gods..."
"Go check it out..."
"go… "
…
One after another, the breath disappeared.
Whether it is a false artifact or a false god, to these old guys, it is an extremely terrifying existence!
In the deep forest, Mo Wentian sat down cross-legged.
Streams of spiritual energy entered Mo Wentian's body, and the aura on Mo Wentian's body...
Again, he slowly recovered.
"Huhuhu..."
I don’t know how much time has passed, but the aura on Mo Wentian’s body…
Stabilized.
Open your eyes, two bright lights...
Shot out of Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Soul coffin..."
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the place where the soul tree used to be.
Only twenty-seven coffins were seen, emitting bright light.
These coffins, headed by the one at the front!
There seems to be a mysterious connection between the twenty-seven coffins.
A vast aura spread from these coffins.
"This is… "
"Qiankun Battle Formation!"
Mo Wentian seemed to have discovered something, and Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with joy.
The Qiankun Battle Formation is the pinnacle of the Emperor level.
This formation was the most powerful battle formation in the Wentian Kingdom thousands of years ago. Tens of thousands of years have passed...
This battle formation will be born again!
"Emperor!"
"Emperor!"
…
A series of exclamations came, and the next moment, twenty-seven soul coffins were opened at the same time.
One after another, figures stood respectfully in front of Mo Wentian.
"With the help of this soul coffin, even if you appear in the outside world in the future, your combat power will..."
"It won't be affected in any way!"
"From today on, you are my Heaven Devouring Divine Kingdom..."
"Twenty-Seven God-Eating Gods!"
The light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed.
These twenty-seven people, he will make them become the nightmare of the Human Emperor Sword Sect, he will make them...
Devour the entire Human Emperor Sword Sect cleanly!
"Thank you, Emperor!"
There were sounds, bursts of noise!
At this moment, it was no longer the evil energy that arose in them...
But a breath of holy breath!
"Uncle Wentian..."
Hu Chong walked next to Mo Wentian, the shock in his eyes hard to conceal.
He seemed to have seen it.
The consequences of these twenty-seven people leaving.
"Hu Chong, go over..."
"A few days?"
Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice as if he remembered something.
"Uncle, it has passed..."
"Seven days!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Hu Chong whispered.
"Seven days..."
Mo Wentian's expression changed slightly, and then he said in a deep voice.
"No, I've missed the opportunity to enter the sacred mountain!"
"Sacred Mountain..."
Hu Chong, the light in his eyes skyrocketed.
"Uncle, your identity is exposed now. If you enter the sacred mountain, wouldn't it be..."
"The wolf enters the tiger's mouth!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Hu Chong said quickly.
"The wolf enters the tiger's mouth!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold.
The sword pool was the key for him and Xiaojiao to reach the peak. How could Mo Wentian miss this opportunity
So what if the wolf enters the tiger's mouth
"It's been seven days, I don't know..."
"is there time?"
Mo Wentian muttered to himself, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and then he said coldly.
"Twenty-seven of you, enter my Wentian Pavilion first!"
"Yes Yes Yes… "
One after another, figures hurriedly walked to Mo Wentian respectfully.
"Wentian Pavilion..."
"receive!"
With a cold shout, twenty-seven people disappeared.
"Hu Chong..."
"let's go!"
With a flash of light in his eyes, Mo Wentian took Hu Chong and Xiaojiao...
Disappear in this deep forest!