Chapter 1742 Don't Give up Until the Yellow River

"The power of the eight monkeys!"

In the next moment, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the eight-armed ape, and his figure flashed. In the void, there was only one figure of an eight-armed ape, but at this moment, Eight Dao appeared in his hand.

The aura of the eight-way eight-armed ape is exactly the same, just like Mo Wentian's avatar.

Not only the appearance is the same, but the breath is all the same.

With an angry shout, the figure of the eight-way eight-armed ape in the void moved quickly.

Immediately, in the void, the figures of eight eight-armed apes were located in eight directions, and a series of berserk and boundless forces enveloped Mo Wentian.

"not good!"

"This monkey actually displayed its avatar!"

The rolling force came to suppress, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with a complex light, and he said secretly in his heart.

These eight berserk and boundless auras were divided into eight directions, enveloping Mo Wentian.

For a while, Mo Wentian really couldn't bear it.

"uh-huh……"

With a muffled snort, traces of blood overflowed from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.

"Boy, this eight-armed ape has a clone, and so do you, kid!"

And at this moment, an extremely familiar voice came.

This voice is exactly the voice of the old man in the ancient book.

"yes!"

"Shadow clone!"

Listening to the reminding words of the old man in ancient books, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and a look of joy rose on his face.

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's figure flashed directly.

The next moment, in the void, Mo Wentian's figure turned into nine, and the aura of the nine Mo Wentian's body was exactly the same.

Even if it is an old man who has followed Mo Wentian for a long time, he can't tell which one is Mo Wentian's real body at this moment.

"Boy, you..."

"You can also clone yourself?"

"But it doesn't matter if you can clone yourself. When I was in the middle stage of Tianzun, I used the power of the eight apes to kill the strong man in the later stage of Tianzun."

"Even if you have a clone, you are not an opponent of this seat at all!"

Seeing that Mo Wentian's figure had also turned into nine, a cold light flashed in the eight-armed monkey's eyes.

But at the next moment, it seemed that he remembered something, and a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the eight-armed monkey, and he shouted coldly.

He is confident that Mo Wentian will never be his opponent!

"Monkey, if you want to kill this emperor, I think you'd better die!"

At this moment, the nine figures of Mo Wentian, holding the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword, directly slashed at the eight figures of the eight-armed ape.

Although Mo Wentian's cultivation was only in the mid-emperor stage, but he couldn't explain why, looking at Mo Wentian in front of him, the eight-armed ape felt a breath of death coming towards him at this moment.

He had a strong premonition that if he continued to fight Mo Wentian here, he would be the one who died in the end!

Thinking like this, the eight-armed ape couldn't help shivering.

"impossible!"

"This kid is in the middle stage of the emperor, and he will not be my opponent at all!"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, a touch of confidence rose again in the eyes of the eight-armed monkey.

At this moment, the power on his body also skyrocketed a bit.

In the void, those eight figures rushed towards Mo Wentian.

"Well done!"

"If you want to die so impatiently, then this emperor will fulfill you!"

Seeing the eight-armed ape coming towards him, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Nine identical figures followed closely behind, holding the Heaven Devouring Sword, and went directly towards the figure of the eight-armed ape, and greeted them.

"Clang clang..."

"boom……"

A violent sound resounded in the void.

The two figures flew upside down.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Mo Wentian's mouth again.

The eight-armed ape on the opposite side was not much better, and at this moment, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

The aura on his body fluctuated even more.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao and Huantian in the Wentian Pavilion felt the drop of Mo Wentian's aura, and a look of worry rose in their eyes.

"No problem!"

"This monkey's injury is no worse than this emperor's!"

Hearing this, in Mo Wentian's eyes, a trace of light flashed by, and he lowered his voice.

The eight-armed ape at this moment is indeed not much better than Mo Wentian.

Even the injuries he suffered were a bit heavier than Mo Wentian's.

"Boss..."

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao and Huantian opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but in the end they didn't say anything.

"Boy, you..."

"How is your strength so strong?"

But at this moment, the eight-armed ape wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and looked at Mo Wentian, the eyes of the eight-armed ape were full of shock.

In the eyes of the eight-armed ape, Mo Wentian's strength was not bad, but it wasn't enough to hurt him.

"The strength of this emperor is beyond what you can expect!"

"This emperor will give you one last chance, submit to this emperor or die!"

Seeing the change in the eight-armed ape's expression, Mo Wentian's eyes glowed with an incomparably cold light, and he said coldly.

"Surrender or die?"

"I think you are courting death!"

It's fine if Mo Wentian didn't say those words, but once Mo Wentian said those words, the eight-armed ape was about to explode.

The veins on that body instantly bulged, looking at Mo Wentian, the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.

The aura on his body also became violent at this moment.

Once again, he used the full strength of the eight monkeys and blasted towards Mo Wentian.

"Boss, this monkey is attacking you again!"

Watching this scene, Xiao Jiao's voice rang in Mo Wentian's ears.

"This monkey, it seems that he will not give up until he reaches the Yellow River!"

A cold and stern voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with a gleam of coldness.

At the same time, the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hands trembled crazily, as if he was about to attack the eight-armed ape in the next moment.

"Boy, don't be afraid of this eight-armed ape. His soul is only eight hundred feet long. If you want to suppress him, it's not easy!"

"You fight hard with him. With your strength, you can indeed defeat him, but you have to suffer too much!"

And just when Mo Wentian was about to make a move, a voice came.

"Soul?"

"My spirit has reached a thousand feet, but the eight-armed ape's spirit is only eight hundred feet. He is no match for me at all!"

"However, Senior Ancient Book, since you already knew that the eight-armed ape's spirit is only eight hundred feet long, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

Na na muttering to himself, Mo Wentian seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

This old man from the ancient books had already seen that the eight-armed ape's soul was only eight hundred feet long, yet he actually asked Mo Wentian to fight hard against the eight-armed ape.

This made Mo Wentian angry and funny.