Chapter 1851 Has the Phantom Snake Surrendered?

"Phantom Snake, you are quite sensible!"

"Let go of your mind!"

Mo Wentian looked at the phantom snake, his voice was extremely cold.

"Relax?"

Muttering to himself, the phantom snake at this moment looked up at Mo Wentian, frowning tightly, but hesitating in his heart.

She is very clear about the consequences of letting go of her mind.

She is the patriarch of the majestic Illusory Snake Clan, and her illusion has always been her pride.

Even in terms of strength, she is a good existence in the Qitian Mountain Range.

It was fine to verbally agree to surrender to Mo Wentian, but unexpectedly, Mo Wentian would let her relax.

Once she relaxed her mind, her life and death would be in Mo Wentian's hands, which made her hesitate in her heart.

"how?"

"Don't let go of your heart?"

And at this moment, Mo Wentian's cold voice came.

Mo Wentian's eyes were looking at the phantom snake at this moment, the coldness in his eyes was extremely terrifying.

"Phantom Snake, I am willing to admit defeat!"

"If you don't want to gain a foothold in the Qitian Mountain Range in the future, or if you choose to die, you don't have to surrender!"

At this moment, Huan Tian also stood up, looked at the Huan Snake, and said with a cold face.

"Will the Phantom Snake surrender? The Phantom Snake is an existence that has reached the perfection of the Heavenly Venerable!"

"Once her mind is released, her life and death will be in the hands of this person!"

"If you don't surrender, the leader of the Phantom Snake has no choice but to choose. How will she choose?"

"Surrender, verbal surrender is already surrender, and now it's nothing more than mental surrender!"

"Phantom Snake patriarch, today he fell into the hands of this person!"

...

Hearing the incomparably cold and stern voices of Mo Wentian and Huantian, countless monsters began to discuss.

Their eyes looked at Mo Wentian and the magic snake without blinking.

"Phantom Snake, you only have one chance!"

"If you don't submit to you, you can't blame the Emperor!"

The cold voice sounded again.

Mo Wentian stepped forward and walked towards the phantom snake.

As Mo Wentian approached him step by step, an ominous premonition rose in the heart of the magic snake.

"The soul of this phantom snake is only nine hundred feet long!"

And at this moment, as Mo Wentian's divine soul unfolded, the magical snake's divine soul also appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

When he found out that the spirit of the phantom snake was only nine hundred feet high, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's thousand-foot divine soul directly enveloped the phantom snake.

"Thousands...thousands of feet!"

"This...how is this possible?"

And at the moment when Mo Wentian's soul was covering the phantom snake, the phantom snake staggered and fell to the ground.

Looking at Mo Wentian, her eyes were filled with disbelief.

One must know that Mo Wentian in front of him is only in the mid-emperor realm.

She didn't doubt at all that the thousand-foot divine soul that shrouded her divine soul was Mo Wentian's divine soul.

It's just that Mo Wentian's cultivation base is only in the mid-emperor stage, but his soul has reached a thousand feet, which is stronger than her perfect soul.

How could this make the phantom snake not startled?

"Phantom Snake, surrender?"

And at this moment, Mo Wentian's voice sounded again.

This is the last time Mo Wentian asked the phantom snake, if the phantom snake still doesn't surrender, Mo Wentian will be impatient.

Even though Mo Wentian wanted to subdue the Illusory Snake Patriarch, and the Illusory Snake Clan by the way, if the Illusory Snake Patriarch did not surrender, he would not mind, and killed this person.

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed an incomparably cold light.

"Surrender!"

"I am willing to surrender!"

With a plop, the phantom snake knelt down in front of Mo Wentian.

"Relax your mind!"

Mo Wentian looked at the phantom snake and said coldly.

"Yes, I let go, I let go of my heart!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Huan Snake let go of his mind instantly.

But when the Magic Snake said these words, the eyes of countless monsters were filled with astonishment.

"Let go, the head of the Illusory Snake really let go of his mind!"

"I really don't know what's so scary about this kid. The cultivation of the head of the Illusory Snake has reached the realm of perfection. Are you still afraid of this kid in the middle of the emperor?"

"Yeah, what's the difference between letting go of your heart and being the dog of this kid? Was the chief of the Phantom Snake kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"The surrender of the head of the Phantom Snake will change the Phantom Snake clan!"

"Just now, the head of the Illusory Snake seemed to say something about the soul of a thousand feet. Could it be that this kid's soul has reached a thousand feet?"

...

Countless monsters exploded.

At the same time, their hearts were full of puzzlement.

They couldn't figure out why the head of the Illusory Snake, who was perfect in Tianzun, surrendered to Mo Wentian.

Is it for the face of what he did?

In their view, life is the most important thing, as for face, it's just an afterthought.

"uh-huh!"

And at this moment, the Phantom Snake, hearing these discussions, had a cold glint in his eyes.

The next moment, with a muffled snort, a mouthful of blood spewed out from the phantom snake's mouth.

"Boss, this phantom snake is probably offended by the words of these monsters!"

"Your slave god seal, do you want to delay..."

Seeing the appearance of the phantom snake, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed brightly, and said in a deep voice.

"No problem!"

Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent.

"Phantom Snake, for your sake!"

"This emperor will give you a seal of the God of Slave. It will take one year, and after one year, you will be able to regain your freedom!"

"But within this year, not only do you have to submit to this emperor, but you also have to submit to this emperor in your Phantom Snake Clan, how about it?"

The next moment, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian said in a cold voice with an incomparably bright light in his eyes.

"One year's slave god seal?"

"Okay, I promise you!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the corner of the mouth of the Illusory Snake Clan Chief even raised a slight arc.

Without the slightest hesitation, the head of the Phantom Snake quickly agreed.

"very good!"

"Relax your mind!"

Looking at the phantom snake in front of him, traces of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.

"yes!"

The phantom snake quickly let go of his mind.

"Slave God Seal!"

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian shouted coldly, and directly shot countless seals towards the void.

"Buzz..."

As the countless seal formulas were played, a word slave appeared in the void.

Above the word slave, an incomparably simple and simple atmosphere spread.

The length of the character for slave is the same as usual, but the size of the character for slave is several times smaller than usual.

This is the slave god seal that Mo Wentian specially created to enslave the phantom snake for one year.

"go!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian waved his hand.

The word slave in the void instantly fell towards the center of the phantom snake's eyebrows.

"ah……"

As the word slave fell between the eyebrows of the phantom snake, the phantom snake rolled on the ground as if enduring great pain.