"good!"
"very good!"
Listening to those few dog barks, and looking at the pug-like Ice Ancestor in front of him, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth almost raised to his ears.
"Hahaha… "
"It's really unheard of. The dignified ancestor of the Demon Clan is imitating the barking of a dog at Mo Wentian, the ancestor of the Jiuyou Clan. This show is simply too exciting!"
"If there is such a good show next time, we must not miss it!"
"Don't tell me, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes that Ancestor Bing barked, I would have thought it was an old dog barking!"
"It's so wonderful, so beautiful!"
…
Hearing the barking of the dogs, countless warriors outside the demon city immediately started talking.
There were also discussions in the demon city, but the expressions on the faces of the warriors inside and outside the city were completely different.
"Ancestor Bing really screamed. This is simply embarrassing my demon clan!"
"What a situation he has put us in by shouting like this, what a situation he has put our demon clan in!"
"Didn't you hear what he said just now? He said that he surrendered to Mo Wentian and became Mo Wentian's dog. All the disciples of our demon clan should do the same and become Mo Wentian's dog!"
"We can't wait here any longer. The current Ancestor Bing has been scared out of his wits by Mo Wentian and has become a waste. We, the demon clan, can't be relied on. Let's run away as soon as we find an opportunity!"
"Yes, the demons are no longer the demons they once were. There is no benefit to staying here. You must escape!"
…
When the demon disciples looked at Ancestor Bing, their eyes no longer had a look of respect, but some showed only disgust and disdain, and even worse, there was shame.
"You've really learned how to bark like a dog. If anything happens in the future, and I want to hear it, you can bark twice!"
"Okay, I have been happy enough, now let go of your mind!"
As if he remembered something, a cold glint suddenly rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Looking at Ancestor Bing in front of him, he said coldly.
"Relax?"
As he muttered to himself, Ancestor Bing's eyes were extremely cold.
He knew very well what Mo Wentian meant by this.
Relax your mind and let Mo Wentian plant the soul mark. Then his life and death will be completely in Mo Wentian's hands.
"how?"
"Don't let go?"
Mo Wentian looked at Patriarch Bing's expression and said with a sudden coldness in his eyes.
"Let go, I'll let go right now!"
Ancestor Bing wanted to refuse, but when he looked at Mo Wentian's cold and unparalleled eyes, he quickly spoke.
The next moment, Ancestor Bing took a deep breath and relaxed his mind.
"Um!"
"That's not bad!"
Seeing Patriarch Bing relax, Mo Wentian nodded with satisfaction.
"Slave God Seal!"
Looking at Patriarch Bing who still had some fear in his eyes, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
Immediately, a seal was played, and the next moment, the seal formed a slave character in the void.
The word slave exudes an ancient atmosphere.
The next moment, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the word slave was printed directly between Patriarch Bing's eyebrows.
"ah… "
Screams sounded.
A quarter of an hour later, Ancestor Bing got up from the ground.
"Lu Jun, meet the master!"
Kneeling in front of Mo Wentian, Ice Patriarch Lu Jun's eyes were extremely respectful.
"Get up!"
Mo Wentian's voice was extremely indifferent.
"Yes, Master!"
Lu Jun quickly stood up from the ground.
"Lu Jun, right?"
"Come here for me!"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian said coldly to Lu Jun.
"Yes, Master!"
Lu Jun respectfully walked up to Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"I ask you, do you know how to seal oneself with ice power and restore the cultivation of a person whose cultivation has been completely destroyed?"
Looking at Lu Jun, Mo Wentian asked coldly.
"Master, I don't know this very well either!"
Lu Jun was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and said in a deep voice.
"You don't know either?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's expression instantly became serious.
To him, Tianhu was already like a family member. Tianhu's cultivation was ruined for him, so he would help Tianhu restore his cultivation no matter what.
"I really don't know very well, but Master!"
"I once saw an ancient book in a place. In that ancient book, the self-proclaimed solution with ice power was clearly recorded!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Jun said in a deep voice.
"An ancient book?"
"Where are the ancient books now?"
"Take me there immediately!"
Hearing that there was an ancient book that contained a method for restoring Tianhu's cultivation, Mo Wentian's eyes instantly glowed with a bright light.
"Master, so to speak, there is hope for Tianhu's cultivation to recover!"
"This is simply great!"
"If Tianhu knows this news, he will definitely be very happy!"
…
Hearing this, Xiaojiao and Huantian also became excited instantly.
"Reporting to the master, although I know where this ancient book is, the place is too dangerous!"
"With the strength of you and me, if we enter now, I'm afraid it will be obliterated even before we reach the ancient book!"
As if he remembered something, Lu Jun said with a cold glint in his eyes.
"No matter where it is, no matter how dangerous it is, I will find Tianhu!"
The cold voice was full of sonority, and Mo Wentian's eyes looking into the void were full of determination.
"In that case, Master, that place is an extremely cold place thousands of feet below the back mountain of my demon tribe!"
"Originally, the secret book was not in that place. Thousands of years ago, two strong men robbed the ancient book. Their strength was evenly matched. In the end, no one got it. The book probably fell into the cold ice of the back mountain by chance. "In the abyss!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Jun said in a deep voice.
"A place of extreme cold?"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.
"Master, that extremely cold place is not a simple extreme cold place!"
"Even a warrior like me who is a late-stage Heavenly King who has cultivated the power of ice is not strong enough to enter it now!"
"It's a height of ten thousand feet. Now I can only go down to a height of five thousand feet at most!"
Lu Jun's eyes flashed, he bowed slightly to Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice again.
"You can only go down to five thousand feet?"
"Then according to what you said, what conditions must be met to go down and find that ancient book?"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
You know, although Patriarch Bing cannot compete with Mo Wentian in terms of strength, his cultivation level is truly that of a late-stage Heavenly King!
The Heavenly King's later cultivation level, and he is also a warrior who cultivates the power of ice, can only go down to five thousand feet, so wouldn't he...
"Reporting to the master, as to how far you can go, the most important thing is your strength, not just your cultivation!"
"An even more important thing is physical fitness!"
"It is rumored that there is a peerless ice dragon in the vast icy abyss. The ice dragon's strength has reached the perfection of the King of Heaven thousands of years ago. Now he has probably reached the level of the Emperor!"
"His ice soul is extremely powerful. Tens of millions of years ago, even the powerful Emperor could not break his ice soul. Now if his cultivation level is improved, it will be even more terrifying!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Lu Jun said in a deep voice, his face full of solemnity.
"Are the strong men in the realm of the Emperor not his match?"
"This ice dragon has aroused my strong interest!"
Hearing Lu Jun's words, Mo Wentian's eyes showed no trace of fear, but instead a burning gaze rose up.