Chapter 1834 The Scariness of the Old Man in Ancient Books

"Buzz..."

In the void, the phantom of the old man in the ancient book was much clearer than before, but it was still very illusory.

But at this moment, the power of the phantom of the old man in the ancient book has increased.

"Ask Brother Tian!"

At this moment, Tianhu, who was not far away, looked at Mo Wentian's appearance, but couldn't help feeling distressed in his heart.

At this moment, Tianhu even wanted to share the burden for him.

But she can't, she can't share, this pain can only be borne by Mo Wentian.

Thinking like this, a complicated look flashed in Tianhu's eyes, and his expression dimmed.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

"Boy, can you still hold on?"

The old man in the ancient book opened his eyes, looked at Mo Wentian whose body was already drenched with sweat, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and couldn't help asking.

"Senior Ancient Book!"

"I can hold on!"

Mo Wentian grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and raised a slight arc, pretending to be calm.

"Boy, I won't let you suffer for too long!"

Seeing Mo Wentian's pretending to be calm, complex eyes flashed in the eyes of the old man of ancient books, and he said secretly in his heart.

"Boom..."

The next moment, in the hands of the old man in the ancient book, there was a suction force that was dozens of times more terrifying than before.

That suction force went towards Mo Wentian.

The aura on Mo Wentian's body quickly moved towards the old man in the ancient book.

"uh-huh……"

"Why is this pain several times stronger than before!"

Feeling the pain from that distance, Mo Wentian muttered to himself, but Mo Wentian frowned.

Mo Wentian's body and those clothes were not drenched with sweat at this moment, but with blood.

Countless blood seeped out from Mo Wentian's meridians.

"Ask Brother Tian!"

Seeing Mo Wentian like this, Tianhu felt distressed for a while.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

...

At this moment, the eyes of Xiaojiao and Huantian not far away were also full of worry.

"You don't need to worry!"

"This kid has the Heaven Devouring God Art, it is impossible to die!"

"It's just that the pain he endured is really strong!"

Looking at the worried faces of Tianhu and Xiaojiao Huantian, the old man in the ancient book said in a deep voice.

Hearing the words of the old man in ancient books, Tianhu and others felt a little relieved.

But their eyes were still looking at Mo Wentian at this moment, without blinking, as if they were afraid of missing something.

"How can the power absorbed by the senior of the ancient book be so much more than that of the senior of the Shenzhu!"

"If I didn't have the Heaven Devouring God Art, I'm afraid I would have become a mummy!"

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian's eyes sparkled impressively.

But the next moment, Mo Wentian focused all his attention on the Heaven Devouring Art.

"Buzz..."

But at this moment, in the void, the phantom of the old man in the ancient book flashed, and with a wave of his hand, a pill floated in the void.

With the appearance of this elixir, an incomparably powerful force spread.

"Boy, this is Violent Blood Pill, refine it quickly!"

With a cold drink, that Violent Blood Pill went towards Mo Wentian.

"Blood Blood Pill?"

Looking at the elixir, a gleam flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, but he didn't refine it immediately.

"Boy, this Violent Blood Pill can increase the power in your body!"

"If you don't refine it, you kid can't bear it!"

The ancient book old man seemed to see Mo Wentian's hesitation, the eyes of the ancient book old man flashed, and said in a deep voice.

Hearing the words of the old man of ancient books, Mo Wentian thought that since the old man of ancient books had followed him for so long, everything the old man of ancient books did was always for his own benefit.

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian directly refined that Violent Blood Pill without the slightest hesitation.

"Boom..."

As Mo Wentian refined that Violent Blood Pill, the breath on Mo Wentian's body increased rapidly.

Mo Wentian's complexion also returned to ruddy.

"Boy, I'm ready to smoke like crazy!"

And at this moment, the voice of the old man in the ancient book came again.

At the same time, the other hand of the ancient book old man stretched out towards Mo Wentian.

As the hand of the old man in the ancient book stretched out, an incomparably powerful suction moved towards Mo Wentian, and the power in Mo Wentian's body quickly disappeared.

Mo Wentian only felt a sense of weakness.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's face, which had just recovered a rosy complexion, turned pale again.

The pain of ecstasy this time was dozens of times stronger than before.

Mo Wentian's aura suddenly dropped.

Subconsciously, Mo Wentian resisted the suction of the old man in the ancient book.

"Boy, don't resist!"

"Resist the pain you endure, it will only get stronger!"

Sensing Mo Wentian's resistance, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man of ancient books, and he said coldly.

"The pain of resistance is stronger?"

"Senior Ancient Book, you have absorbed too much power!"

Hearing Shenzhu's words, Mo Wentian came to his senses in an instant.

"Boy, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion!"

"Although you have endured a bit more pain, but you have the Heaven Devouring God Art, the power in your body is simply inexhaustible!"

The voice of the ancient man came again.

"God Devouring Art!"

Hearing the words of the old man in the ancient book, a gleam flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

With a cold drink, Mo Wenangang used all his strength to activate the Heaven Devouring Art.

"Boom..."

As Mo Wentian used the Heaven Devouring Art with all his strength, a terrifying and boundless power instantly rose from Mo Wentian's body.

The resentment within tens of thousands of feet in the resentment heaven realm frantically gathered towards Mo Wentian.

"Buzz..."

Countless grievances, when approaching Mo Wentian, transformed into spiritual energy and entered Mo Wentian's body, but within a moment, they were quickly swallowed up.

"call……"

Mo Wentian let out a sigh of relief, and Mo Wentian was slightly relieved.

With the Heaven Devouring Divine Art fully operating, Mo Wentian obviously felt that the pressure in his body had eased a lot.

But the terrifying suction from the phantom in the void did not decrease at all.

"What is the Lord of the World doing? Why do we blame the Heaven Realm's grievances and gather them towards the main hall!"

"Why does the World Lord absorb these grievances, what does the World Lord want to do?"

"Wouldn't the World Lord want to absorb all the grievances we blamed on the Heaven Realm?"

"No, the World Lord is not a person who cultivates with resentment, and this resentment is of no use to him at all!"

"Yeah, if you are not a person who cultivates resentment, don't say it is useless to him, resentment will still hurt him!"

...

Feeling the countless grievances, they gathered in the hall, and the countless disciples who complained about the heavenly realm began to discuss.

Their eyes looked at the hall, and their eyes were full of doubts.