Chapter 1743

"Are all the predecessors of these millions of years like this?"

At this moment, another figure could not help but appear in Mo Wentian's mind.

This figure is the old man of Shenzhu.

"Senior Shenzhu, where have you been?"

"how are you now?"

Thinking of the old man of Shenzhu, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably complicated light, and he said secretly in his heart.

"Boy, I'm really sorry, I forgot!"

But at this moment, the ancient book old man smiled awkwardly.

"Senior Ancient Books, thank you for your reminder!"

Hearing the words of the old man in the ancient book, Mo Wentian came back to his senses instantly, his eyes flashed, and he said sincerely.

"Boy, quickly settle your matter. You can't stay in this palace for too long. You'd better get what you want, kid, and leave quickly!"

The next moment, as if he remembered something, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the old man in the ancient book.

"Take what I want and leave?"

"Senior Ancient Book, do you mean that there is danger in this palace?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian had doubts in his eyes, and his expression instantly became serious.

"Boy, you will know some things!"

After pondering for a while, the voice of the old man in the ancient book came slowly.

Just from the voice of the old man in the ancient book, Mo Wentian had a hunch that things in this palace must not be simple.

Otherwise, the old man in ancient books would not have said so.

"Senior Ancient Book..."

Hearing the old man's words, Mo Wentian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"It doesn't matter, since Senior Ancient Books asked me to solve it quickly, then I will solve it quickly!"

While muttering to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with traces of light.

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, his figure flashed, and he stood proudly in the void, looking at the eight-armed ape, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with a complicated light.

An old man in an ancient book said that the eight-armed ape's spirit was only eight hundred feet long, while his spirit was a thousand feet long.

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

It can be said that Mo Wentian wanted to suppress, it was a breeze.

"Boy, you..."

"What do you want?"

Seeing Mo Wentian standing proudly in the void, a bad premonition rose in the eight-armed monkey's heart.

For some reason, his body trembled at this moment.

"What do you want to do?"

"If you don't submit, the emperor will directly make you submit!"

A cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian's power surged.

At the same time, the aura on Mo Wentian's body rapidly rose.

The strength of this eight-armed ape is indeed not bad, and subduing this person will be of great help to his strength in the Heaven Devouring God Realm.

After all, in his Heaven Devouring God Realm, his strength is still too low at the moment.

If there is an eight-armed ape, a strong man in the late stage of Tianzun, it will be different, at least it can help him solve some troubles.

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian secretly made up his mind.

"Let me submit directly?"

"Boy, I think you are dreaming!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the gala's eyes shot up with anger, and his aura also shot up.

Saying so, but the eight-armed ape's heart trembled at this moment.

He always felt that Mo Wentian in front of him was not simple.

The figure of the eight-armed ape flashed, and the remaining one kept its arms, clenched its fists and blasted towards Mo Wentian.

But in the depths of his eyes, a complicated light flashed across his eyes.

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

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian looked at the gibbon, his eyes suddenly became indifferent, and changed the subject.

"Forcibly suppress me with the soul?"

The eight-armed ape looked slightly startled.

At this moment, a bad premonition rose in the eight-armed ape's heart.

Mo Wentian in front of him seemed to be no longer a mid-emperor warrior, but a peerless powerhouse, at least someone he looked up to.

This figure, at this moment, caused a trace of fear to arise in his heart.

"If you don't take the initiative to surrender, then you can't blame this emperor!"

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

The next moment, Mo Wentian's 1,000-foot spirit enveloped the eight-armed ape in an instant.

"Soul!"

"Suppression!"

Although the eight-armed ape's cultivation has reached the stage of the late Tianzun, his soul is only eight hundred feet long, and the soul of eight hundred feet is still not enough for Mo Wentian.

"Boom..."

As Mo Wentian's spirit enveloped the eight-armed ape, the eight-armed ape's six arms instantly loosened.

"boom……"

Suddenly, the eight-armed ape on the opposite side didn't even have the slightest resistance. His knees softened and he knelt directly on the ground.

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

There was blood in his mouth, looking at Mo Wentian, the eight-armed ape's eyes were even more startled.

"you……"

"How can your soul power be so strong?"

At this moment, the eight-armed ape even trembled in his voice.

Mo Wentian's soul reached a thousand feet, which was simply beyond the expectations of the gabarmed ape.

You must know that for ordinary warriors in the realm of the emperor, even if their cultivation has reached the realm of perfection, their souls are only five or six hundred feet long.

But Mo Wentian in front of him, his cultivation base is only in the mid-emperor stage, but his soul has reached a thousand feet.

This is two hundred feet higher than his spirit.

In front of Mo Wentian, his 800-foot-high spirit didn't even have the slightest strength to resist.

Mo Wentian's soul is so strong, how can this not surprise the eight-armed ape?

"This emperor gave you a chance, but you didn't submit!"

"Do you really think that you are the emperor's opponent?"

Looking at the eight-armed ape, Mo Wentian said indifferently.

"Boy, you..."

It's fine if Mo Wentian didn't say those words, but when he said those words, the Octopus felt boundless anger, but there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

At the same time, the eight-armed ape's tall body was also struggling frantically, he wanted to break free from the shackles of Mo Wentian's spiritual power.

But no matter how much he struggled, he just couldn't break free, as if the power of the soul had locked him.

"In front of this emperor, you either become one of your own, or you die!"

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

"Become one of your own? Or become a dead person?"

"Boy, you are too arrogant!"

"Do you know who I am?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the eight-armed ape's body trembled.