"The current strength of my Sword King Pavilion..."
"How's it going?"
It seems that he remembered something, Mo Wentian Chao Tianhu...
asked in a deep voice.
"strength!"
Tianhu paused slightly.
Then he whispered: "There are 408 strong Sword Emperors in the Sword King Pavilion. Among these 408 people, there are Sword Emperors above the fifth level!"
"There are seven, besides..."
"They are all strong Sword Emperors!"
"Four hundred and eight sword emperors!"
Mo Wentian took a breath of cold air. In the past few years, there had never been a Sword Emperor in the Heaven-Eating Kingdom.
In an instant, more than four hundred sword emperors appeared!
"Tianhu, thank you!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with gratitude that the Heaven-Eating Kingdom could grow to this point.
This is absolutely inseparable from Tianhu’s efforts!
"no need to thank me!"
"this is ours… "
"Promise!"
A slight smile appeared on Tianhu's face.
"Promise..."
Mo Wentian also smiled.
"As long as you are willing to… "
"The position of the four masters of the Sword King Pavilion..."
"Forever yours!"
Looking at Tianhu, Mo Wentian's voice was extremely deep.
"Always mine!"
Tianhu's body trembled slightly, his eyes stared at Mo Wentian, and then...
Lower your head.
"Thank you!"
Tianhu's voice was very low, the current weight of Sword King Pavilion!
She knew it all too well.
It can be said that now, in addition to the Holy Mountain, the Sword King Pavilion...
That is the strongest strength of Sword God Continent!
"Go ahead and tell these Sword Emperors to work hard to improve their cultivation for me..."
"The war is coming soon!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Battle!"
Tianhu, took a deep breath.
The secret door was established, and Tianhu was no longer the Tianhu he was a few years ago.
Tianhu knows very well how terrifying the sacred mountain is now. Although the Sword King Pavilion is strong...
But without a peak powerhouse, there is no doubt that it will fail!
"Yes, Emperor!"
Tianhu, quickly agreed.
"Back off!"
"yes!"
Tianhu, turn around and retreat, under the veil...
There was a bit of darkness in Tianhu's eyes!
His heart was above the Nine Heavens. Every time she stood in front of Mo Wentian, she felt a sense of...
The feeling of looking up at the sky!
"Tianhu..."
"Thank you!"
Feeling the footsteps behind him slowly disappearing, Mo Wentian slowly...
Turn around.
How could he not know Tianhu's heart
But now he...
Can't stand still!
He needs to make progress. Only by killing Li Tian and Qing Yushang with his sword, he can't Wentian...
Only then will you give up!
"Soon… "
"soon!"
Mo Wentian muttered to himself, with a hint of cold light...
In Mo Wentian's eyes, he was wanton.
In the evening, Mo Wentian returned to his small courtyard.
"Master..."
Just as he came back, a figure threw himself into Mo Wentian's arms.
In the small courtyard, Sophie and Qingyu.
Waiting for him quietly!
"you… "
"Master, Qingyu misses you so much!"
"Qingyu will always stay with the young master!"
Lying in Mo Wentian's arms, whispering with a face full of pear blossoms, Sophie was next to her.
He also stared at Mo Wentian with his eyes, filled with longing.
"Master..."
"I also want to whisper!"
Mo Wentian chuckled lightly and put down Qing Yu.
The night passed slowly.
"Buzzing..."
In the small courtyard, Sophie and Qingyu had fallen into a deep sleep.
Only Mo Wentian was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a trace of spiritual energy entered Mo Wentian's body...
The aura on Mo Wentian's body became stronger and stronger.
"Shuisha..."
But at this moment, a figure...
Appeared next to Mo Wentian.
"Chixiao..."
Seeing Chi Xiao, Mo Wentian paused slightly.
"Emperor!"
Chi Xiao slightly arched his hands towards Mo Wentian.
"Chixiao, your cultivation..."
"Progress?"
Mo Wentian seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes lit up slightly.
"Emperor, I have to thank you for this. If you hadn't given me the Heart Sword Art last time, it would have taken me who knows how many years to reach the perfection of the Sword Emperor!"
Chi Xiao's eyes were full of smiles.
"The Sword Emperor is perfect..."
A smile also appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes. The Sword Emperor's perfect Chi Xiao, fighting power...
It’s comparable to a third or fourth level false god!
You must know that when the third-rate Sword Emperor was in the realm of Sword Emperor Consummation, his combat power...
But even the peak pseudo-god strongman.
No one dares to touch its edge!
"By the way, you came to me because..."
A flash of light suddenly flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Emperor, I came to you to tell you..."
"I feel it now… "
"Master's breath!"
Seemingly remembering something, he looked at Mo Wentian and Chi Xiao with a solemn expression on his face.
"Master..."
"Could it be!"
"Third-rate Sword Emperor!"
The light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed. Back then, the third-rate sword emperor mysteriously disappeared...
Could it be that he really didn’t fall
"Emperor, you said Master..."
"Will he still be alive?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Chi Xiao said with trembling all over.
"Alive!"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath. Tens of thousands of years had passed, if the third-rate sword emperor was really alive.
Then he is now at least a strong swordsman!
"The breath you sense..."
"From where?"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian looked at Chi Xiao and asked in a deep voice.
"He comes from..."
"that place!"
Chixiao's eyes pointed in a distant direction, where...
It is in the endless sea.
"Could it be..."
"In the land of Taixu!"
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and in the endless sea...
The most terrifying place, that is!
It’s such a futile place!
"correct… "
"When did you feel the aura of the third-rate sword emperor?"
Looking at Chi Xiao, Mo Wentian asked again.
"this… "
Chi Xiao paused slightly.
He frowned slightly and then said: "About three months ago!"
"Three months ago..."
Mo Wentian's brows raised slightly.
"Three months ago, I happened to come out of Jianchi..."
"It was my eldest brother who saved me in the first place!"
"Could it be one of them..."
"What's the connection?"
Mo Wentian's mind was spinning rapidly.
A series of spiritual lights appeared in Mo Wentian's mind, but for some reason, Mo Wentian just couldn't catch it!
"Emperor, Chi Xiao begs the Emperor..."
"Looking for the ancestors!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Chi Xiao suddenly knelt on the ground and said.
"Looking for the third-rate sword emperor!"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath and then said in a deep voice: "I will arrange this matter. Your most important thing now is to enter the realm of false gods!"
"False God!"
Chi Xiao's body shook wildly.
"The sacred mountain has ancestral veins..."
"How can I, Sword King Pavilion, be without one!"
Looking at Chi Xiao, an evil smile spread from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.
If you want to become a false god and absorb the spiritual energy of your ancestors, this is the key.
This is also the reason why there are so many false gods in the Holy Mountain.
"Emperor, what do you mean..."
Chi Xiao seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes were filled with enthusiasm.
False god, if he enters the realm of false god, then his combat power...
It’s comparable to the pinnacle of pseudo-gods!
"When arrangements are made for the Heaven Devouring God's Capital..."
"I will open my ancestral lineage!"
"Let all the Sword Emperor disciples in my Sword King Pavilion..."
"Everyone has a chance!"
"Step into the realm of the supreme false god!"
A bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
The sacred mountain is terrifying, so Mo Wentian created an existence even more terrifying than the sacred mountain!