Chapter 1497 The Conditions of the Old Man of Shenzhu?

"Be careful!"

Mo Wentian glanced around, but found nothing, but still walked towards Xiaojiao and Huantian behind him.

"Boom..."

And just as Mo Wentian finished speaking, a violent sound came from the temple.

Immediately following were countless sword branches, shooting directly at Mo Wentian and the others, above those sword branches, bright lights shone brightly.

Looking from afar, those swords were still blooming with a cold light, even if you just looked at it, you felt extremely terrifying.

"Ask the Lord of Heaven, be careful!"

And at this moment, Ji Wujing quickly reminded.

The next moment, Ji Wujing didn't hesitate at all, and his figure flashed, directly blocking Mo Wentian.

At the same time, a divine sword appeared in his hand.

Holding the divine sword in his hand, Ji Wujing chopped off all the countless sword branches.

For a moment, in the temple, the sword branches seemed to be used up, and they never shot at Mo Wentian and the others again.

"Young Master Ji, this is..."

Looking at Ji Wujing, Mo Wentian couldn't hide his doubts.

"If this young master's guess is correct, this should be the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Swords of your protoss!"

Ji Wujing's eyes flashed, and he lowered his voice.

"The formation of ten thousand swords?"

Na na muttering to himself, Mo Wentian's brows furrowed even more.

"Boy, there are many great things in our Protoss!"

"When you enter the Celestial Immortal Realm, you will understand!"

And at this moment, the voice of the elder Shenzhu also sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Entering the Celestial Immortal Realm, I will understand?"

"Senior Shenzhu..."

Hearing the words of the elder Shenzhu, Mo Wentian opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but finally swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Ask the Emperor of Heaven, there should be more than this grand array of ten thousand swords in this temple, you better be careful!"

Ji Wujing stepped forward, looked at Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice.

"Um!"

Mo Wentian nodded, but Mo Wentian's expression became vigilant.

"Boss, this Great Formation of Ten Thousand Swords was actually set up by people from your Protoss, and you are said to be from the Protoss, but why does this Great Formation of Ten Thousand Swords still attack you?"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Xiaojiao said with a gleam of light in his eyes.

"This Ten Thousand Swords Formation has no spiritual consciousness, and it simply cannot identify who is a member of the Protoss!"

Before Mo Wentian could speak, Ji Wujing's voice resounded.

"I see!"

Hearing Ji Wujing's words, Xiaojiao suddenly realized.

"Young Master Ji, let's move on!"

"Waiting to help you win the inheritance, the emperor still has a lot of things to deal with!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's expression was extremely serious.

Especially when Mo Wentian thought of the escaped beast master, and the sky fox who remained in the Heaven Devouring Kingdom, Mo Wentian's brows could not help but frowned.

"Ask the Heavenly Emperor is right, I can't delay asking the Heavenly Emperor for you just because I want to seize the inheritance!"

Hearing this, Ji Wujing's expression changed slightly, and he said hastily.

The next moment, Ji Wujing continued to walk towards the depths of the temple without the slightest hesitation.

And just at the moment Ji Wujing took a step, a strange sound came again.

"not good!"

"There is another formation!"

His eyes shrank suddenly, and Mo Wentian's expression immediately became vigilant.

"boom……"

The next moment, thunderstorms fell towards Ji Wujing and the others, and the entire crowd, except Mo Wentian, was being chased by the thunderstorms.

These bombs, as if possessing spiritual intelligence, crazily exploded towards everyone except Mo Wentian and the others.

In an instant, mushroom clouds rose up in the entire temple.

After a quarter of an hour, the thunder finally stopped.

"Peet, finally stopped!"

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

Cursing angrily, black smoke spewed out of Xiaojiao's mouth.

At this moment, Xiaojiao's face turned dark.

Ji Wujing and Ji Ming who are not far away, although their cultivation bases are strong, they are not much different from Xiaojiao.

As for Huantian, he found out that Mo Wentian would not be bombarded by those bombs, so he entered the Wentian Pavilion.

"Ask the Lord of Heaven, you..."

"Are you OK?"

Ji Wujing originally wanted to see how Mo Wentian was doing, but when he turned his head and saw that Mo Wentian was safe and sound, his eyes were full of surprise.

"I'm fine!"

"I don't know why, these bombs only bombed you, but not me?"

Mo Wentian frowned slightly, his face full of doubts.

"Ask the Lord Heavenly Emperor, isn't it because this formation has been upgraded?"

"They have spiritual intelligence and know that you are from the Protoss, so they didn't attack you?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Ji Wujing's eyes flashed, and he said hastily.

It's just that when Ji Wujing said this, those eyes were looking straight at Mo Wentian, as if he wanted to see something from Mo Wentian's body.

"Buzz..."

But at this moment, a burst of void fluctuations came, and the phantom of the old man of the Shenzhu appeared in the void.

"Boy Ji, you are right!"

"These formations of my God Race have been set up by the powerhouses of my God Race. As long as they sense that it is someone from my God Race, they will not attack, but as for other people, they will only increase their strength. attack!"

The old man of Shenzhu grinned slightly, and said with an evil smile.

"Ask the Lord of Heaven, who is this person?"

Seeing the sudden appearance of the old man of Shenzhu, Ji Wujing was slightly taken aback, recovered, and couldn't help asking.

"Young Master Ji, this person is the emperor's senior!"

"He is also a strong man of the Protoss!"

Mo Wentian looked at Ji Wujing, his voice was extremely low.

"Is it your senior?"

"Is it the strong man of your god race?"

"Ask the Heavenly Emperor, your god race is really extraordinary!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Ji Wujing looked at the elder Shenzhu with some scrutiny in his eyes.

Immediately, as if he had discovered something, the light in his eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice.

"Boy Ji, you'd better not investigate my identity!"

The old man of Shenzhu seemed to have seen the strangeness in Ji Wujing's eyes, his expression turned cold instantly, and his thick voice was even more icy cold.

"Senior Shenzhu, Young Master Ji, I'm looking at the matter, you can talk about it after you have seized this inheritance!"

"As for now, our most important thing is to take this inheritance down!"

Seeing the changes in expressions of the old man Shenzhu and Ji Wujing, Mo Wentian said with a gleam of light in his eyes.

"Boy Ji, I don't want to have a deadlock with you!"

"This inheritance was sealed by a strong man of my God Race, it's not impossible for you kid to take it away!"

"But I have one condition!"

Hearing this, the old man's expression softened slightly.

But at the next moment, it seemed that he remembered something, and the expression of the old man of Shenzhu became extremely serious in an instant.