Devouring Heaven Sword God

Chapter 2424

"Shenzhu old man, Mo Wentian, this kid wants to improve his cultivation. This still needs your help!"

"When they enter the Shentian Mountain Range this time, we should also do what we should do!"

The old man from ancient books looked at the old man with the **** beads, his eyes flashed with a complex light, and said in a deep voice.

"Ok!"

"The improvement of Mo Wentian's cultivation level is not just a matter of our gods and celestial realms, not only of our gods, but also of our entire celestial realm!"

With a long sigh of relief, a dim light flashed in the eyes of the old man from the **** beads, lowering his voice.

Mo Wentian has the blood of that person in his body. If Mo Wentian awakens the blood of that person, Mo Wentian's strength will not grow by a single star.

The person in the Celestial Demon Realm is already a little uncontrollable. This person is a strong man who survived millions of years ago. It is impossible to compete with him and the old man from ancient books.

The only person who could compete with him was Mo Wentian. They placed all their hopes on Mo Wentian.

"Mo Wentian, I..."

"I surrender!"

And at this moment, on the ring, the disciple who was bombarded by Mo Wentian, bowed down towards Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, there was even more fear in his eyes.

He was scared, he was really scared, Mo Wentian's punch just now was really terrifying!

Had it not been for the mercy of Mo Wentian's men, he would have been bombarded and killed at this moment.

"You admit defeat?"

"Didn't you say you can't admit defeat?"

"What? This slap in the face so fast?"

Seeing the disciple concede defeat towards him, Mo Wentian's mouth grinned slightly, raising a curve.

Mo Wentian hadn't forgotten that before the start of the war, this disciple vowed that he would never give up to Mo Wentian.

But let them fight against each other, and this disciple surrendered to him.

In fact, this disciple's surrender was also in Mo Wentian's expectation. This disciple's cultivation base was higher than him, but in terms of strength, this disciple was not even a bit different from him.

"Give up? This disciple still gave up?"

"He doesn't admit defeat. If he fights another battle, this person will be seriously injured if he is not dead!"

"Yes, if I were him, I would also be willing to admit defeat, Mo Wentian's strength is really too strong!"

"Mo Wentian, where is still a human being, this is simply a monster!"

"This person admits defeat, and Mo Wentian will fight Senior Brother Xiao Feng. I wonder if Senior Brother Xiao Feng will be his opponent!"

...

Seeing that disciple concede defeat, countless disciples of the gods and heavens began to discuss.

This disciple gave up, and they didn't feel strange in their hearts.

After all, Mo Wentian's strength is really too strong, just at the moment when Mo Wentian's Shenlong Fist shot, the immense pressure of the Shenlong was not something they could bear.

This person conceded defeat, and Mo Wentian was about to fight Xiao Feng. At this moment, countless disciples of the gods and heavens were looking forward to a fight between Mo Wentian and Xiao Feng.

"The strength of the boss seems to be stronger than before!"

But at this moment, Xiao Jiao under the ring looked at Mo Wentian on the ring, a bright light rose in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, although the boss's cultivation base has not improved, his strength has improved a lot!"

"The current Heavenly Emperor Consummated Martial Artist, he can easily kill him!"

Huantian looked at Mo Wentian, and he recognized Xiao Jiao's words very much.

Mo Wentian refined the four demon cores that were not like monster beasts. Although his cultivation level had not been improved, it was not difficult to see that Mo Wentian's strength had improved a lot in these few rounds of Mo Wentian.

"Mo Wentian, since this disciple has given up, you will fight against Xiao Feng!"

"If you win the battle with Xiao Feng, you will get the last place to enter the Shentian Mountain Range!"

The old man of God Orb looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed with a complex light, and said in a cold voice.

"Master Shenzhu, this place for experience must be mine!"

A sonorous voice sounded, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of firmness.

"Mo Wentian is too self-confident. He actually said that this place belongs to him. He didn't put Senior Brother Xiao Feng in his eyes at all!"

"Mo Wentian has always been arrogant, but he also has arrogant capital!"

"Senior Brother Xiao Feng is not weak. If Mo Wentian wants to defeat him, I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

"Senior Brother Xiao Feng is quite angry about this person. Senior Brother Xiao Feng will definitely fight with all his strength. It's not necessarily whether Mo Wentian can win or not!"

"This battle is getting more and more exciting, let's see who is the final winner!"

...

Following Mo Wentian's words, countless disciples of the gods and heavens instantly exploded.

But even if Mo Wentian was so arrogant at this moment, some disciples actually felt that Mo Wentian had arrogant capital.

Mo Wentian's strength is terrible, this is Mo Wentian's arrogant capital.

Xiao Feng's voice among the disciples of the gods and heavens is not small, and the strength of this person is not necessarily weaker than that of Mo Wentian. They are looking forward to this battle.

"Mo Wentian, you are really confident!"

"It's just that you just saw that disciple slap your face, I'm afraid you will have to slap your face soon!"

Hearing all these discussions, Xiao Feng's eyes suddenly shrank.

Xiao Feng walked towards the ring, looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Feng's eyes could not hide his anger.

"The Emperor has always been very confident!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Feng with an extremely indifferent expression.

"You have always been very confident. Did you know that overconfidence is arrogance!"

"Those who are conceited have never ended well!"

Seeing Mo Wentian's expression indifferent, as if he didn't put him in his eyes at all, Xiao Feng's eyes had a cold glow, and he said coldly.

"is it?"

"But the emperor feels that this person with a bad mood is not much better in the end!"

"Xiao Feng, it is impossible for you to win me with your strength, and with your bad mood, you are even more unlikely to win me!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Feng, and his eyes flashed with a cold voice.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's expression became even colder.

This Xiao Feng's strength is actually quite good, at least among his people with the same cultivation level, Xiao Feng's strength is still very good, even a bit stronger than Han Yuanlai.

But this person has a shortcoming, that is, the state of mind is too bad. He doesn't know the war of warriors, and when the strength is equal, the state of mind is often the winner.

"It's impossible to beat you?"

"Mo Wentian, don't forget our gambling agreement!"

"If I win you, you will leave it to me!"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Xiao Feng's eyes flashed with a complex light, and he said coldly.

Mo Wentian and Xiao Feng had already been gambling, and if Mo Wentian lost in a battle, Xiao Feng was left at his disposal.

And if Xiao Feng loses, he will be recognized as the boss, and Xiao Feng will become his little brother just like Duan Qi.

In Xiao Feng's view, it was impossible for Mo Wentian to win himself.

"The emperor will not forget!"

"After all, the emperor is still waiting for you to be my little brother!"

Listening to Xiao Feng's words, Mo Wentian's mouth grinned slightly, and he even raised a curve.

"After the ring battle is over, you have to enter the Shentian Mountain Range to practice, don't waste time!"

But at this moment, the old man of God Pearl looked at Mo Wentian and Xiao Feng, and said coldly.

"Yes, Lord Shenzhu!"

Hearing that, Xiao Feng did not hesitate at all, and quickly agreed.

At this moment, Xiao Feng's breath rose rapidly.

"Xiao Feng, it seems that you already want to fight this emperor!"

"Come on, let the emperor see how good you are!"

Seeing Xiao Feng's aura soaring, Mo Wentian's expression instantly chilled.