Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 1826: Resentment

"Booming ..."

The next moment, in the void, the resentment trembled violently.

Among the resentments, all strange forces struck Mo Wentian.

"Boy, you can't stop the grudge!"

"Stop it!"

The sound of ruthlessness sounded, and in the eyes of resentment, the intention of killing was infinite.

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, the resentment went directly to Mo Wentian.

"What is this power?"

"Why is it so terrible, my heart is shaking a bit!"

The force struck, Mo Wentian's forcible operation methods stabilized his mind, but his face was pale, and it seemed to be unbearable.

"Resentment is really terrible. The kid seems to be unable to bear it!"

"If it wasn't for this boy's arrogance, our master would never use this resentment to clean up him. I think that this boy is not likely to survive under the resentment!"

"I see how long he can last!"

"The good show is coming to an end. Under the grievances, no one has been able to last a quarter of an hour!"

"You still don't want him to be arrogant. He shoots his head at the gun. Too arrogant tends to die quickly!"

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Looking at Mo Wentian's face turned pale, countless resentment against the disciples of heaven, and it became loud.

In their eyes, there was a scorn of disdain.

At this moment, they seemed to have seen Mo Wentian tragically died under this resentment.

The anger on each of them suddenly appeared violent, and it seemed to release Mo Wentian's arrogance to them all.

"Buzz ..."

At this moment, in the Pavilion, a wave of void wave came.

A figure appeared in Wentiange.

The appearance of this figure is exactly the old man who is very familiar with ancient books.

"Predecessors of ancient books, what is the power that is spreading among these grievances?"

"Why can't I bear it, this power seems to be able to ignore my body and attack my body directly!"

Looking at the old man of ancient books, Mo Wentian asked without hesitation.

"Boy, what is this power, I don't know!"

"But you have a solution to this grievance!"

The old man of the ancient books shook his head, and he couldn't help lowering his voice a bit.

But the next moment, it seemed to be remembering something. In the eyes of the old man of ancient books, a very bright light rose.

"What's the solution?"

Mo Wentian is almost a subconscious blurt.

"Boy, your spirit is worse than this, but it's not that strong!"

"Suppress directly!"

The corner of the mouth of the old man of the ancient book was slightly grinned, and a radian path was raised.

In that voice, it was even more arrogant.

"Spiritual suppression?"

"Thank you for reminding me of the ancients. If you didn't remind me, I really forgot, my soul!"

Listening to the old man of ancient books, Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed.

"Boy, this grudge is going to be suppressed, I'm afraid it's not that easy!"

"Be careful!"

The next moment seemed to be thinking of something. In the eyes of the old man of ancient books, a glimmer of light flashed, and the Tao said again.

"Thank you for reminding me of ancient books, I understand!"

"I must resolve this grievance, this grievance is mine!"

Leng Ao's voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of firmness.

"Soul, drive!"

Immediately, Mo Wentian did not hesitate in the slightest, and unfolded the spirit and spirit directly.

As the spirit unfolded, the spirit of resentment also appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

This practice of resentment, although it has reached the late state of the heavenly respect, but the spirit of resentment, but only eight hundred feet.

The spirit of eight hundred feet is compared with the one thousand feet of Mo Wentian. Although they are not far apart, their strength is very different.

It can be said that Mo Wentian wants to suppress resentment, and it is very easy to suppress.

As for the resentment, Mo Wentian's spirit also shrouded toward the resentment.

"Buzz ..."

At the moment Mo Motian's soul shrouded away, it seemed that before the resentment, a force formed a barrier against Mo Wentian.

"It seems that the predecessors of the ancient books are right. I want to suppress this grievance. It's not that simple!"

With a whisper in his mouth, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a touch of cold mang.

"That being the case, I will suppress this grievance first!"

The next moment, it seemed to be remembering something. Mo Wentian's eyes flashed.

"Shit, Bendi is too lazy to talk nonsense with you!"

"Soul, suppress me!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's thousands of spirits directly shone toward the grievances of the eight hundred feet.

"Soul suppression?"

"This kid is just in the middle of the emperor, and he wants to suppress me with his soul?"

"Are you funny?"

At the moment Mo Motian's voice had just fallen, Mo Wutian's spirit was still shrouded in resentment, and Resentment laughed wildly.

In his opinion, Mo Wentian's cultivation is not enough for the emperor's mid-term state, and the emperor's state of cultivation will not exceed five hundred feet at most.

Mo Wentian was going to suppress him with his soul, which seemed to him extremely ridiculous.

"Hahahaha ..."

"I'm afraid the boy didn't wake up when he slept? Surely, in the middle of the emperor, he still wants to use the spirit to suppress the strong man in the later days of the Supreme Emperor?"

"I think this kid is funny, no, I think this kid is frightened by the resentment of our masters, otherwise, it would be impossible to say that!

"This kid is simply contracting all my laughs for tens of thousands of years!"

"It's coming to an end, this kid is going to die under resentment soon!"

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Looking at Yu You's crazy laugh, the Yu Tianjie disciples behind him also laughed wildly.

Mo Wentian said that, in their opinion, it was no doubt that he was dreaming foolishly, which was ridiculous.

But what they don't know is that Mo Wentian's spirit has reached a thousand feet.

If they knew that Mo Wentian's spirit had reached a thousand feet, they would never say that anyway.

"Funny?"

"is it?"

"Bendi will make you laugh soon!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian looked cold, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The thousand feet of spirits speeded up and shrouded toward Yu You.

"what……"

"This ... this is impossible!"

But at the moment when Mowen was shrouded in spirit, the grievances were extremely embarrassing, and all the screams sounded.

But his eyes looking at Mo Wentian were unbelievable.

Had it not been for his own experience, he would have been unable to believe that Mo Wentian's spirit had reached a thousand feet.

The warrior in the middle of the emperor, above the soul, was even stronger than him, which completely exceeded his expectations.

At the moment when Mo Wen was shrouded in spirit, in his heart, in addition to shock, he also trembled.