Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 1161 Is It Difficult To Detect?

"What is it?"

Wen Yan, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a light.

"In the Qingfeng Mountains, there is a kind of monster beast cat, its cultivation is in the early state of the emperor!"

"It's the monster dan, it can help my cultivation for improvement!"

Xuantian didn't hesitate at all, looked at Mo Wentian, said in a deep voice.

"Fantasy cat?"

"Can your cultivation improve?"

"Where is that tanuki?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a touch of dazzling light came up, the indifferent way.

"It's in the valley!"

Xuantian looked at Mo Wentian, her voice was extremely firm.

"Then let's take a look. Since this fantasy tanuki can help your cultivation break through, then we will take down the magic tan of the fantasy tanuki!"

Mo Wentian's eyes lit up instantly.

Immediately, without any hesitation, he stepped forward and walked directly into the depths of the valley.

"Meow meow……"

For a moment, the figures of Mo Wentian and Xuan Tian already appeared deep in the valley.

As they went deep into the valley, all the meows came instantly.

"Boss, this tanuki is here!"

In Xuantian's eyes, there was a touch of coldness and coldness.

"Just here?"

"Why didn't I see the fantasy tanuki and feel the breath of that fantasy tanuki too?"

After hearing the words, Mo Wentian's sword eyebrows were stunned, his eyes glanced around, his eyes were full of suspense.

"Boss, this fantasy tanuki is a monster practicing imagination, and its body naturally does not appear casually!"

"But if you want to get in trouble in front of my illusionist ancestor, it will be a little tender!"

The low voice sounded, and the eyes of the heavens fell on a flower shining with dazzling white awning not far away.

"Magic sky, did you find anything?"

Listening to the words of Wutian, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly.

"Boss, since it doesn't want to come out!"

"Then annoying boss, you blast it out!"

In the eyes of Xuantian, Hanmang flickered endlessly.

Talking, the furry claws even pointed at the flower with white flickering.

"Fantasy cat, don't want to get out, then don't blame this emperor!"

"Shenlongquan!"

In the eyes of Mo Wentian, a touch of Hanmang passed away.

With a cold drink, a fist shot directly, and blasted towards the flower with the white flicker.

"Meow meow……"

"Human, you are awful!"

When Mo Wentian punched on the flower, a yin voice sounded instantly.

"Buzz ..."

Immediately, a hundred-foot-long tanuki appeared in the void.

The civet cat was covered with white hair, shimmering with white gloom, and seemed to be somewhat transparent.

And its twinkling green eyes exudes a strange atmosphere, glaring at Mo Wentian, but it looks terrible.

"Boss, don't look into his eyes, he's doing magic to you!"

Suddenly, Phantom seemed to find something, and said quickly.

"Show me magic?"

"Fantasy cat, I think you're impatient!"

After hearing the words, Mo Wentian's eyes were stunned, and a terrible sense of murder appeared in his eyes instantly.

"Shenlongquan!"

Li drank, Mo Wentian shot again with a punch, and blasted towards the imaginary tabby cat in the void.

"The ants in the middle of the king, you dare to shoot at me!"

"Look, I won't tear you into pieces today!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's fist blasted towards himself again, the eyes of the tanuki cat flinched, and the cold mang in their eyes blinked.

"Tear me into pieces?"

"Only you, I'm afraid it's not enough!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's body soared instantly.

The next moment, without any hesitation, a punch fell directly towards the magical tanuki.

"Buzz ..."

But when Mo Wentian punched on the fantasy tanuki, the figure of the tanuki disappeared strangely.

"Boss, watch out!"

Just then, the sound of the magic sky resounded in the void.

"Behind me?"

Wen Yan, Mo Wentian's eyes, a touch of cold mang rose.

"Don't forget, boy, I'm a monster who practices illusion. It's not so easy for your punch to hit me!"

"But I'm going to tear you up, but it couldn't be easier!"

An extremely cold voice came from behind him instantly.

I saw the figure of the tanuki cat, and I did not know when it had appeared behind Mo Wentian.

He opened a few feet of claws, and on those claws flashed the cold coldness.

"Dead!"

The next moment, the magical civet snarled again, and opened his paw to grab Mo Motian directly.

"It was ridiculous that the sick cat in the emperor's early days wanted to kill me too!"

"Soul, drive!"

Mo Wentian watched the tanuki cat grabbing at him, and a flash of light in his eyes seemed to find something.

He sighed and unfolded the spirit directly.

As Mo Wutian's spirit unfolded, the magical soul of that fantasy tanuki cat appeared in Mo Wutian's mind instantly.

"Two hundred and fifty feet!"

Nana whispered in her mouth, and Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of her mouth, and a wicked smile spread instantly.

You know, now that Mo Wentian, the spirit has reached the level of three hundred and fifty feet. His spirit is comparable to the middle period of the emperor.

In front of the magical tanuki, the spirit is only two hundred and fifty feet.

Although the spirits are only a hundred feet apart, the strength of the spirits is quite different.

Suddenly, Mo Wentian's heart raised an idea.

Since this fantasy tanuki is a monster practicing imagination, then he wants to kill with the help of Shenlong Fist, but it takes some effort.

But if it is directly suppressed by the spirit, it will save time and effort.

"Fantasy raccoon cat, two hundred and fifty feet of spirit, dare to fight with the emperor?"

"I think you still hand over Yaodan honestly, so as to avoid pain!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the fantasy tanuki, and said coldly.

"Two hundred and fifty feet spirit?"

"Boy, how do you know that my soul is two hundred and fifty feet?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the fantasy tanuki looked at Mo Wentian with a look of suspicion.

He was a monster in the early days of the Emperor, and the Mo Wentian in front of him could not be repaired to the mid-term state of the Emperor. This is only a matter of improvement, and the difference is not a little bit.

But Mo Wentian in front of him, but he accurately spoke out his spirit, who can detect his spirit, that spirit must be stronger than him.

Could you ask Tian Xiu's cultivation for the mid-term situation of the genius King, and ask Mo Tiantian's spirit, could he really be stronger than him?

"It's so difficult to find such a garbage soul?"

Looking at the sudden change of look of the Tanuki, Mo Wentian's radian rising from the corner of his mouth became more intense.