"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."
In a moment, vast auras came one after another, and in Jiuyou Celestial City, countless powerful auras descended on the city gate. These disciples of the Jiuyou Clan, at worst, were all in the realm of the middle heaven.
The strongest one was the fourth elder who had caught up with Mo Wentian.
"Hurry up and find the saint!"
"Yes Yes!"
The disciples of the Jiuyou Clan quickly retreated.
Nine Nether Heavenly City.
In an inn.
"Sir, please come inside!"
As soon as Mo Wentian entered, a waiter greeted him.
"Prepare a nice room for me!"
Looking at the waiter in the shop, Mo Wentian said with a smile. On Mo Wentian's shoulder, there was a bag. If you look closely, there seems to be a person in the bag.
"Please wait a moment, sir!"
Although the waiter in this shop felt a little weird, he didn't ask anything in detail. He prepared a room for Mo Wentian and walked in with Mo Wentian.
in the room.
"bump!"
Mo Wentian opened the bag directly, revealing the unruly girl inside.
"Human, who are you? I am the saint of the Nine Nether Clan. If you dare to capture me, I, the strong man of the Nine Nether Clan, will definitely not let you go!"
Seeing Mo Wentian, the saint of the Jiuyou Clan, she said with a fierce look on her face.
"You won't let me go?"
Mo Wentian raised his lips, then hugged the saint and threw her on the bed.
"What are you going to do?"
"Stop it!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian approaching, panic appeared on this saint's pretty face. She is the saint of the Jiuyou Clan, with a status that is lower than that of one person and higher than ten thousand people. No one should treat her with respect.
Who dares to think of Mo Wentian taking her away like this? Who dares to take her...
"What do you think I will do?"
Mo Wentian looked at the saint with an evil smile on his face, and grabbed the woman's chin with both hands. Mo Wentian got closer and closer, and the woman's pretty face turned red with embarrassment.
"Let me go..."
"let me go!"
The woman became completely panicked and looked at Mo Wentian who was getting closer and closer.
In the heart of this saint.
It’s completely scary!
"Woooooooo..."
The next moment, while Mo Wentian was stunned, the saint began to cry.
"Forehead… "
Mo Wentian shook his head slightly.
Then release it directly.
He didn't really want to do anything to this saint. He was just trying to intimidate this person to prevent her from causing trouble in front of him.
"May I have your name?"
Looking at the saint, Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.
"Why should I tell you? I am a saint from the Nine Nether Clan. What qualifications do you have to know my name? My father will definitely send strong men to save me. I will kill you!"
"Kill you… "
The woman opened her eyes and glared at Mo Wentian fiercely.
"kill me?"
A cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Mo Wentian's face also turned cold.
Looking at Mo Wentian's cold eyes, the woman felt a chill in her body. The next moment, her voice stopped abruptly, and she looked at Mo Wentian's pretty face.
He also became timid.
"My name is Liu Xi!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the woman whispered.
"Liu Xi!"
Mo Wentian paused slightly.
"This young master took you away not because he liked you!"
"If you hadn't been useful, I would have killed you right now!"
Looking at the unruly woman, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with indifference. Mo Wentian was not in the mood to quarrel with the saint of the Jiuyou Clan. Next, he would enter the Jiuyou Clan.
"kill me?"
The unruly saint bit her lips tightly.
"Remember, stay calm in the future!"
With a casual word, Mo Wentian sat down cross-legged. As for Huantian and Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian was not worried. The two of them had a combat power comparable to that of the Great Celestial Realm.
As for Huantian, I am afraid that the warriors who want to leave the Great Heaven Realm will be left.
There is absolutely nothing that can be done to stop it!
Unless they met the four elders, nothing would happen to them.
"Cultivation is the most important thing. Although my current combat power is no worse than that of the warriors in the early stages of the Great Heavenly Position, I am still far from able to stop the Nine Nether Clan!"
Mo Wentian muttered to himself, and the next moment, Mo Wentian fell into cultivation again.
And not far away.
The unruly saint of the Jiuyou Clan looked at Mo Wentian in a daze.
Time passed slowly.
Three days later, Mo Wentian woke up from practice.
Open your eyes.
A terrifying glint flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
"The progress in cultivation is too slow!"
A light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes. After three days of training, Mo Wentian's cultivation level had not improved. On the contrary, the Purple Emperor's body had improved a little. Such a training speed.
To reach the realm of great heaven.
I’m afraid I don’t know how many years it will take!
"What I need is the elixir..."
Mo Wentian's eyes were twinkling with light. If he could once again find an elixir comparable to the Nine Nether Heavenly Lotus, then Mo Wentian's cultivation would surely lead him to the realm of the Great Heaven.
Even a stronger realm!
"I'm hungry… "
At this moment, a deep voice came.
Mo Wentian turned his head and took a look.
I saw this unruly saint from the Nine Nether Clan looking at me with a timid face.
"Hungry?"
Mo Wentian was slightly stunned.
Then something seemed to be discovered.
Mo Wentian grabbed the saint.
"What are you going to do?"
The expression of this unruly saint changed drastically in an instant.
"Your cultivation..."
"Why is it so low?"
The light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed. That day at the city gate, this unruly saint, who was still a warrior in the realm of Heaven, had fallen like this in three days.
"My cultivation..."
"It's often like this!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a hint of darkness rose in the unruly woman's eyes.
"It happens often!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with light.
"Uh-huh!"
The woman nodded.
"By the way, your cultivation level..."
"How can I recover?"
Looking at the unruly woman, Mo Wentian suddenly said in a deep voice.
"this?"
The unruly woman was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "It's very easy to restore my cultivation. As long as I enter the Nine Nether Temple, my cultivation will be restored!"
"Nine Nether Temple?"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with gleams of light.
"The Saint of the Nine Nether Clan..."
"Your cultivation level is not even that of an ordinary Sword Emperor. If I am not wrong, you have never practiced cultivation, right?"
Looking at the woman, Mo Wentian suddenly said in a deep voice.
"Never practiced before?"
The unruly woman's body trembled slightly. She had indeed never practiced cultivation. She had been locked up in the temple since she was born, and she only had to stay in the temple.
Her cultivation will grow automatically if she has the opportunity.
But if she leaves, her power and opportunity will be lost.
"I see!"
Looking at the unruly woman, Mo Wentian took a deep breath, and then looked into the woman's eyes. A hint of sympathy rose in Mo Wentian's eyes. This woman.
What kind of saint is that
If he guessed correctly, this should be a body that was deliberately cultivated.
As for who is going to give this body
Mo Wentian didn't know.