Chapter 1161 Is It Difficult to Find Out?

"What is it?"

Hearing this, a gleam flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Among the Qingfeng Mountains, there is a monster, the Phantom Tanuki, whose cultivation is in the early stage of the Emperor!"

"Its demon pill can help improve my cultivation!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Huantian looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"Phantom civet cat?"

"Can it help you improve your cultivation?"

"Where is the phantom civet cat?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an incomparably bright light rose, and he said indifferently.

"It's in this valley!"

Huantian looked at Mo Wentian, his voice was extremely firm.

"Then let's go and have a look. Since this phantom civet cat can help you break through in your cultivation, then we will take the phantom civet cat's demon pill!"

Mo Wentian's eyes lit up instantly.

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, he took a step forward and walked directly towards the depths of the valley.

"Meow meow……"

In a moment, the figures of Mo Wentian and Huantian appeared in the depths of the valley.

As they entered the depths of the valley, one after another cat meowing sounded instantly.

"Boss, this phantom civet cat is here!"

In Huantian's eyes, there flashed an incomparably cold and cold way.

"Right here?"

"Why didn't I see the phantom civet cat, but the aura of the phantom civet cat was always near and far away?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian frowned slightly, and glanced around with his eyes full of surprise.

"Boss, this phantom civet cat is a monster practicing illusion, so its body will not appear casually!"

"But if you want to play tricks in front of me, the ancestor of illusion, that's a little tender!"

A deep voice sounded, and Huantian's eyes fell on a flower shining with dazzling white light not far away.

"Huantian, did you find something?"

Hearing Huantian's words, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank, and he said in a cold voice.

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

"Then I'll trouble you, Boss, to blow it out!"

In Huantian's eyes, the cold light flickered endlessly.

As she said that, her furry paws pointed at the flower that shone with white awns.

"Phantom civet cat, if you don't want to get out, then don't blame the emperor for being rude!"

"Shenlong Fist!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a gleam of coldness flashed away.

With a cold drink, he punched directly, and blasted towards the flower that was shining with white light.

"Meow meow……"

"Human, you are really hateful!"

Just when Mo Wentian was about to land his fist on the flower, a gloomy voice resounded instantly.

"Buzz..."

Immediately, in the void, a civet cat with a size of several hundred feet appeared.

The civet cat's body was covered with white fur, shining with a white light, and seemed somewhat transparent.

However, its eyes gleaming with green light exuded a strange aura, glaring at Mo Wentian, but it looked extremely terrifying.

"Boss, don't look into his eyes, he is casting illusions on you!"

Suddenly, Huantian seemed to have discovered something, and said hastily.

"Cast me an illusion?"

"Phantom civet cat, I think you are getting impatient!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly showed a terrifying killing intent.

"Shenlong Fist!"

With a stern shout, Mo Wentian punched again, and blasted towards the phantom raccoon in the void.

"Ant in the mid-stage of Heavenly King, you dare to attack me!"

"See if I don't tear you to pieces today!"

Seeing Mo Wentian punching towards him again, Huancivet's eyes suddenly shrank, and the cold light in the eyes flickered endlessly.

"Tear me to pieces?"

"Just relying on you, I'm afraid it's not enough!"

An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's aura surged instantly.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he punched directly at the phantom civet cat.

"Buzz..."

And just when Mo Wentian was about to land his punch on the Huancive, the Huanchow's figure disappeared strangely in place.

"Boss, be careful behind you!"

At this moment, Huantian's voice resounded in the void.

"Behind?"

Hearing this, an incomparably cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Boy, don't forget, I'm a monster practicing illusion, it's not that easy for you to hit me with a punch!"

"But I want to tear you apart, but it couldn't be easier!"

An extremely cold voice came from behind in an instant.

I saw the figure of the phantom civet cat, and at some point, it had appeared behind Mo Wentian.

He opened his claws several feet in size, and above those claws, an icy light shone.

"Die!"

The next moment, the phantom civet cat screamed again, opened its paws and grabbed Mo Wentian directly.

"The sick cat in the early days of the emperor also wanted to kill me, it's ridiculous!"

"Shenhun, open!"

Mo Wentian watched the phantom civet cat grabbing towards him, a gleam flashed in his eyes, as if he had discovered something.

With a sharp shout, he directly unfolded his soul.

As Mo Wentian's soul unfolded, the magic civet cat's soul instantly appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

"The soul of two hundred and fifty feet!"

Na na muttered to himself, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a wicked smile spread instantly.

You know, the current Mo Wentian's soul has reached the level of three hundred and fifty feet, and his soul is comparable to the middle stage of the emperor.

But the phantom civet cat in front of him is only two hundred and fifty feet long.

Although the difference between the soul and soul is only a hundred feet, there is a huge difference in the power of the soul.

Suddenly, a thought arose in Mo Wentian's heart.

Since this phantom civet cat is a monster practicing illusion, it will take a lot of effort for him to kill it with the Shenlong Fist.

But if it is suppressed directly with the soul, it will save a lot of time and effort.

"Phantom civet cat, with a soul of two hundred and fifty feet, dare to fight this emperor?"

"I think you should honestly hand over the demon pill, so as to avoid pain!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the magic civet cat and said coldly.

"The soul of two hundred and fifty feet?"

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

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Huancivet looked at Mo Wentian with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He is a monster in the early stage of the emperor, and Mo Wentian in front of him, his cultivation level is no more than that of the middle stage of the emperor's stage. In terms of cultivation alone, the difference is not even a star.

But Mo Wentian in front of him has accurately stated his soul, and whoever can detect his soul must be stronger than him.

But Mo Wentian's cultivation is only in the mid-stage of the Heavenly King, and Mo Wentian's spirit, is it true that he is stronger than him?

"Is it difficult to detect such a rubbish soul?"

Seeing the sudden change in the expression of the phantom civet cat, the arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more and more intense.