Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 1857: The Emperor's Peak?

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate. With a wave of his hand, Yan Shenguo, who flashed with colorful lights, appeared in Mo Wentian's hands.

Looking at the Yan Shenguo, Mo Wentian felt that a strong strength was coming towards him.

"Boy, be careful!"

"This Yan Shenguo is already a Level 6 elixir, I'm afraid it already has a sage!"

At this moment, the old man of ancient books seemed to think of something, and a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, promptly reminding him.

"Has wisdom?"

"Little Yan Shenguo, no problem!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold mang.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's look was even more indifferent.

That looks like it doesn't seem to take the wisdom of Yan Shenguo in the eye.

"This kid ..."

Looking at Mo Wentian's indifferent look, the arc rising from the corner of the mouth of the old man became more intense, and he shook his head.

Following Mo Wentian for so long, the old man of ancient books still knows about Mo Wentian's character.

Mo Wentian is arrogant, but Mo Wentian is very decent.

For Mo Wentian's words, the old man of ancient books had no doubt at all.

"Boy, if your cultivation is a strong person who can be elevated to the state of heaven, the state of heaven is probably not your opponent!"

The next moment, it seemed to be remembering something. In the eyes of the old man of ancient books, there was a flash of refined light, and the secret way in his heart.

Immediately, the figure of the old man of the ancient book flashed, not far from Mo Wentian, and also protected Mo Wutian.

"God Eater!"

"Swallow!"

The next moment, he sighed coldly, and Mo Wentian stepped forward.

Directly exerting the God of Devour, a powerful suction, uploaded from Mo Wentian's body.

The power of Yan Shenguo rolled towards Mo Wentian.

"Buzz ..."

Yan Shenguo trembled.

"Booming ..."

Suddenly, Yan Shenguo bloomed.

The blooming Yanshen fruit turned out to have seven colorful fruits, each with a different color, red orange yellow green blue blue purple.

On top of the seven fruits, an immense force of boundlessness quickly gathered toward Mo Wentian's body.

"It was still a colorful Yan Shenguo!"

"Swallowing this colorful Yan Shenguo, it seems that my cultivation can be broken, at least to the late emperor!"

Watching the seven colorful fruits appear, Mo Wentian's mouth raised a radian.

"Boy, the power of this colorful, colorful-looking God Fruit is terrible!"

"Your kid's physique, can you hold it?"

At this moment, the old man of ancient books not far away frowned, and his eyes were full of worry.

"Predecessors of ancient books, my physique has been tempered in the heavenly sea!"

"The colorful Yanshenguo has less power for me, but not more!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, there was a touch of refined light, and the low voice was indifferent.

"Boy, don't underestimate the power of Yan Shenguo!"

"Stay calm and practice well!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's indifferent look, the look of the old man in ancient books was extremely serious, reminding the way.

"Ok!"

Mo asked Tianqing, and nodded.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's mind stabilized.

"The colorful Yanshen fruit, the power contained in this little fruit!"

"It seems that it is not enough. These fruits should be able to be broken. I can absorb all of this power when it is broken!"

The next moment, it seemed that I was thinking of something, and Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold mang.

Thinking about this, Mo Wentian's heart was firmly secretive.

"Colorful face and **** fruit, break me!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, watching the trembling Yan Shenguo, holding the palm with a terrible suction.

I saw that the colorful beauty of God fruit directly transformed into crushing, rolling power, and quickly entered Mo Wentian's body.

As each force entered Mo Wentian's body, Mo Wentian's breath grew.

Among Mo Tian's Dantian, those three stars circled quickly.

The third star, in particular, circled around those two football-sized stars.

What's more, the small star even started to grow.

"This boy is so bold!"

"Crushing this Yan Shenguo directly, I am afraid he was the former, and he was afraid to be in the middle of the emperor!"

"However, this boy's courage is not bad!"

"Looks like he read the right person!"

Looking at Mo Wentian crushing the colorful Yanshenguo, the old man of ancient books raised a dazzling ray of light, and in his eyes, even a ray of admiration rose.

"It seems that my cultivation is about to break!"

"The third star in the body is also growing!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian felt the changes of the stars in his body, and there was a complicated light in his eyes.

The billowing power poured wildly into Mo Wentian's body.

Mo Wentian's breath has grown rapidly.

"The breath on the boss grows fast!"

"The power of Yan Shenguo is so terrible!"

At this moment, Xiao Yan and Magic Sky felt the growth of Mo Wentian's breath, and his eyes rose with awe.

"The boss's repair is that he must be promoted to the peak of the emperor this time!"

Xuantian looked at Mo Wutian, who had a very breathy body, stretched out her furry claws, scratched her head, and couldn't help it.

"The Emperor's Peak?"

"The Emperor's Peak, it's just the beginning!"

Listening to the discussion between Xiaoyu and Magic Sky, the sky fox not far away, the rays of light flashing in his eyes, could not help saying.

"Buzz ..."

In the void, the colorful Yanshenguo, countless powers, are still coming together towards Mowentian.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

Do not ask the smallest star in the sky, began to grow.

Stars that were originally not the size of an egg even started to grow up. A football-sized star phantom appeared instantly in Motian.

Mo Wentian has a strong hunch that this smallest star does not just grow to the size of a football.

This star will change.

The last time he condensed the third star, it was the second star that grew to the size of a football, and was differentiated.

And this third star has grown to the size of a football. If it is his practice and ascension again, this star will change.

"Will this star differentiate into a fourth star again?"

Nana whispered in her mouth, and Mo Wentian's brow frowned slightly, and a little doubt rose in her heart.

As for the last change of this star, this Mo Wentian actually didn't know.

It is impossible to tell why, Mo Wentian had a hunch in his heart. The change of this third star will be different from before. As to what it is, Mo Wentian is not clear.