Chapter 1370 Forced Suppression

"Get out of the control of the owner of Tianji Mountain Range?"

"Ask God, what else do you know?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the voiceless saint's expression became serious in an instant, and she hurriedly asked back.

"Voiceless saint, don't be nervous!"

"What should be known and what should not be known, the emperor already knows!"

Seeing Qingyin's expression changing in an instant, Mo Wentian's raised mouth became more and more intense, and his words were even more flat.

This is in stark contrast to the Qingyin at the moment.

In fact, what Mo Wentian said was all the truth.

As for the situation in the Tianji Mountain Range, he has already understood the relationship between these ancient tribes and the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range.

"Ask the Lord God, what is the purpose of your coming here with this saint?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the expression of the voiceless saintess instantly turned extremely cold.

"The emperor asked you to come here, and he really wanted to cooperate with you!"

"You cooperate with this emperor. This emperor will help you escape from the control of the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range and help you to be free!"

"And all you need to do is help this emperor win the Youlong Blade of the Youlong Clan!"

An indifferent voice sounded, but Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with a gleam.

I can't explain why, although the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range is rumored to be terrifyingly powerful, he controls all the forces in the Tianji Mountain Range.

But Mo Wentian had a hunch in his heart that the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range must have weaknesses, and these forces under his control must also be able to escape their control.

"Help us get out of the control of the owner of Tianji Mountain Range?"

"Helping you win the Youlong Blade of the Youlong Clan?"

"Your goal is the Shenlong Tongtian Diagram?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the voiceless saint, and she asked with a serious expression.

"That's right!"

"The purpose of this emperor's coming to Tianji Mountain Range is to capture the map of Shenlong Tongtian!"

Regarding the voiceless saint, Mo Wentian didn't hide anything, and directly admitted it.

"Ask the Heavenly Emperor, your cultivation is not as good as the Heavenly King's Consummation. Even if your soul is terrifying, your overall strength is definitely not as good as mine!"

"You want to cooperate with my Kunpeng clan, you are not qualified yet!"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, the expression of the voiceless saintess became extremely cold in an instant.

At the same time, a monk's cold chill hit her instantly.

"not qualified?"

"Voiceless Saintess, this is an opportunity given to you by the Emperor. The opportunity given by the Emperor is only given once. If you don't seize it, don't regret it!"

Hearing the voiceless saintess' words, Mo Wentian laughed, and his expression was even more indifferent.

In those deep eyes, there was no fluctuation at all, and no emotion could be seen.

"This saint does not agree, what do you want?"

I can't explain why, although Mo Wentian's face is smiling at this moment, but the voiceless saintess feels a chill coming from her back, making her body shiver uncontrollably.

"How about not agreeing?"

"Voiceless Saintess, you are already very clear about the soul of this emperor!"

"You said that if the emperor forcibly suppressed you with his soul, what would you say would happen?"

Mo Wentian looked at the voiceless saint, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"What do you mean?"

The voiceless saint looked slightly surprised.

At this moment, a bad premonition rose in Qingyin's heart.

The Mo Wentian in front of him seemed to be no longer a warrior who was perfect as a king, but a peerless powerhouse, who was countless times stronger than her.

This figure caused a trace of fear to arise in her heart.

"It's because you don't agree to cooperate with this emperor!"

"Then surrender at the feet of this emperor!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's 800-foot-high soul instantly enveloped the voiceless saintess.

"Suppression!"

"boom……"

Although the cultivation base of the voiceless saint is only half a step away from the consummation of the emperor, she is only one step away, and what she is good at is the power of the soul.

But even so, her 600-foot spirit was still not enough for Mo Wentian.

"boom……"

Suddenly, the voiceless saint on the opposite side, since she didn't even have the slightest resistance, her knees softened and she knelt directly on the ground.

The next moment, with a plop, her entire body was directly crushed to the ground.

There was blood in her mouth, looking at Mo Wentian, the eyes of the voiceless saintess were even more astonished.

"you……"

"How can your soul power be so strong?"

The voiceless saint, at this moment, her voice trembled.

Mo Wentian's soul reached eight hundred feet, which she found out, and she knew in her heart that Mo Wentian's soul power was stronger than hers.

But she didn't expect that Mo Wentian's soul was so strong that she didn't even have the slightest strength to resist in front of Mo Wentian.

This was really beyond her expectation.

"This emperor gave you a chance to cooperate with this emperor, but you actually refused this emperor!"

"Do you really think you are an onion?"

Looking at the voiceless saint, Mo Wentian said indifferently.

"you……"

The voiceless saint was filled with boundless anger.

At this moment, her pretty face was even more flushed.

At the same time, her body was also struggling crazily. She wanted to break free from the shackles of Mo Wentian's spiritual power, but unfortunately, the body of the voiceless saint could not move at all.

This was beyond the expectation of the voiceless saintess, Mo Wentian would attack her on top of her best soul attack.

Although there is only a difference of two hundred feet between the soul of six hundred feet and the soul of eight hundred feet, there is a world of difference in the power of the soul.

The voiceless saintess simply couldn't resist Mo Wentian's 800-foot spirit.

"You know there are too many things about this emperor!"

"For those who know too much about this emperor, there are only two choices!"

"If you don't submit to the emperor and become the emperor's person, or you will become a dead person, you will never be able to speak!"

An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with a frightening coldness.

"Do you want to surrender? Or become a dead person?"

"Mo Wentian, you are too arrogant!"

"I am the saint of the Kunpeng clan. My status in the Kunpeng clan is second only to the Kunpeng emperor of the Kunpeng clan. If you dare to treat me like this, the entire Kunpeng clan will not let you go!"

Hearing this, the body of the voiceless saint began to tremble.

For Mo Wentian's words, the voiceless saint didn't have the slightest doubt.

At this moment, a touch of despair rose in her eyes.

But the next moment, thinking of her identity, a gleam flashed in her eyes, she exhausted all her strength, and said coldly.