Chapter 1826 Resentment and Submission

"Boom..."

The next moment, in the void, the cauldron of resentment trembled violently.

In the resentment cauldron, a series of strange and incomparable forces attacked Mo Wentian.

"Boy, you can't stop Resentment Ding!"

"Die!"

An incomparably sinister voice sounded, and there was boundless killing intent in Resentment's eyes.

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, the cauldron of resentment went directly towards Mo Wentian.

"What is this power?"

"Why is it so terrible, my heart trembles a little!"

When that force came, Mo Wentian forcibly operated the kung fu to stabilize his mind, but his face turned pale, as if he couldn't bear it.

"The Resentment Cauldron is indeed terrifying, that kid seems to be unable to bear it any longer!"

"If this kid hadn't been extremely arrogant, our world lord would never have used this cauldron of resentment to deal with him. I think this kid would have no chance of surviving under the cauldron of resentment!"

"I'll see how long this kid can last!"

"The good show is about to come to an end. Under the grievances, no one has ever been able to last for a quarter of an hour!"

"It's better not to be arrogant as a human being. If you are too arrogant, you will die quickly!"

...

Seeing Mo Wentian's face turning pale, countless disciples from the Heaven Realm complained, making a commotion.

In their eyes, there was even more disdain.

At this moment, they all seemed to have seen Mo Wentian die tragically under this cauldron of resentment.

The anger in each of them burst out in an instant, as if they wanted to unleash all the arrogance Mo Wentian had shown them just now.

"Buzz..."

And at this moment, in the Wentian Pavilion, a burst of void fluctuations came.

A figure appeared in Wentian Pavilion.

The figure that appeared was none other than the old man in ancient books that Mo Wentian was very familiar with.

"Senior Ancient Books, what is the power that spreads out of this cauldron of resentment?"

"Why can't I bear it, this power seems to be able to ignore my physique and directly invade my body!"

Seeing the appearance of the old man from the ancient book, Mo Wentian asked quickly without any hesitation.

"Boy, I don't know exactly what this power is!"

"But you have a way to solve the resentment!"

The old man in the ancient book shook his head, and his voice couldn't help but lowered a little.

But the next moment, as if he remembered something, an incomparably bright light rose in the eyes of the old man in the ancient book.

"What solution?"

Mo Wentian blurted out almost subconsciously.

"Boy, compared to this resentment, your soul is not a bit stronger!"

"Suppress directly!"

The corner of the old man's mouth grinned slightly, and he said in a curved voice.

In that voice, even more arrogant.

"Spiritual suppression directly?"

"Thank you, Senior Ancient Books, for reminding me. If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten it, my soul!"

Hearing the words of the old man in the ancient book, the light in Mo Wentian's eyes soared.

"Boy, I'm afraid it won't be that easy to suppress this resentment!"

"Proceed with caution!"

The next moment, as if he had thought of something, a faint light flashed in the eyes of the ancient book old man, and he said again.

"Thank you, Senior Ancient Books, for reminding me, I understand!"

"I will definitely resolve this grievance, this grievance is mine!"

The cold and arrogant voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.

"Shenhun, open!"

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian directly unfolded his soul and consciousness.

As the spirit unfolded, the resentful spirit also appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

Although Yuanyou's cultivation has reached the late stage of Tianzun, Yuanyou's spirit is only eight hundred feet long.

Compared with Mo Wentian's 1,000-foot soul, although the difference is not too far, there is a world of difference in strength.

It can be said that Mo Wentian wanted to suppress resentment, and it was extremely easy to suppress it with his soul.

As for the cauldron of resentment, Mo Wentian's soul also moved towards the cauldron of resentment.

"Buzz..."

And at the moment when Mo Wentian's spirit shrouded away, in front of the cauldron of resentment, there seemed to be a force forming a barrier to block Mo Wentian.

"It seems that what the ancient book predecessors said is correct, I want to suppress this resentment, it is not that simple!"

Na na murmured to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.

"In that case, I will first suppress this resentment!"

The next moment, as if he remembered something, a trace of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Ant, I am too lazy to talk nonsense with you!"

"Shenhun, suppress it for me!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's 1000-foot spirit directly enveloped Yuan You's 800-foot spirit.

"Soul suppression?"

"This kid is only in the middle stage of the emperor, and he still wants to suppress me with his soul?"

"Are you kidding me?"

And the moment Mo Wentian finished speaking, Mo Wentian's soul still enveloped Yuan You's soul, and Yuan You laughed maniacally.

In his opinion, Mo Wentian's cultivation is not enough for the middle stage of the emperor's realm, and the cultivation base of the emperor's realm will not exceed five hundred feet at most.

In his opinion, Mo Wentian wanted to suppress him with his soul, which was simply ridiculous.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"I'm afraid this kid is asleep and hasn't woken up, right? He's only in the middle stage of the emperor, and he still wants to use his soul to suppress the strong man in the late stage of Tianzun?"

"I think this kid is joking, no, I think this kid was stunned by the resentment of our World Master, otherwise, it would be impossible to say such a thing!"

"This kid has contracted all my jokes for tens of thousands of years!"

"It's about to end, this kid is about to die under the cauldron of resentment!"

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Seeing Kuan You's maniac laughing, the disciples of Kuan Tian Realm behind him also laughed maniacally.

What Mo Wentian said, in their eyes, is undoubtedly a fool's dream, extremely ridiculous.

But what they didn't know was that Mo Wentian's soul had already reached a thousand feet.

If they knew that Mo Wentian's soul had reached a thousand feet, they would not have said such words no matter what.

"funny?"

"Yeah?"

"This emperor will make you stop laughing soon!"

But at this moment, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The one thousand zhang spirit speeded up and enveloped Yuan You's body.

"ah……"

"This... this is impossible!"

And at the moment when Mo Wentian was enveloped by his soul, Yuanyou's face was extremely ferocious, and his screams resounded even more.

But his eyes looking at Mo Wentian were full of disbelief.

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never have believed that Mo Wentian's soul had reached a thousand feet.

A martial artist in the mid-emperor period is actually stronger than him in terms of spirit, which is completely beyond his expectations.

At the moment when Mo Wentian was shrouded in spirit, apart from shock, there was also a tremor in his heart.