Chapter 2005 Terrifying Soul

In the collision with Mo Wentian just now, Yitian also had some understanding of Mo Wentian's strength.

Mo Wentian's movement skills are much stronger than his.

Although Mo Wentian's cultivation is only at the level of the Emperor's Consummation, he is a formidable opponent and should not be underestimated in the slightest.

At this moment, Yitian came to unfold his spirit even more, he wanted to investigate Mo Wentian.

But what he didn't know was that the unfolding of his spirit gave Mo Wentian a chance.

"This old bastard, dare to show his soul in front of me!"

"This is simply courting death!"

Na na murmured to himself, a bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

As for strength, Mo Wentian really didn't have enough confidence to subdue Yitian, but this Yitian dared to unfold his soul, he was looking for death.

Mo Wentian's soul has now reached 1,200 feet, and this 1,200 feet soul is completely enough to suppress Yitian.

Thinking like this, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth couldn't help cracking.

"Spirit, unfold!"

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian let out a cold drink, and directly unfolded his soul.

"Expand the soul? Is this kid joking? His cultivation base is no more than the perfect state of the emperor, and he dares to unfold the soul in front of the strong man of the emperor. He is not afraid that Yitian will directly suppress him with the soul?"

"This kid is looking for death!"

"Why do I feel that this kid is not simple? His cultivation base is only the consummation of the emperor. He dared to unfold his soul in front of the powerful emperor of the emperor. He must have a means!"

"What tricks does this kid have? He's just playing tricks!"

"Look, the next thing is this kid's death!"

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As soon as Mo Wentian's words came out, the countless Yitian Realm disciples exploded in an instant.

In their view, what Mo Wentian said was ridiculous.

You know, the number of feet of the soul is closely related to the cultivation base.

The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the soul. Yitianlai's cultivation level has reached the realm of the emperor, while Mo Wentian's cultivation level is only the emperor's consummation.

This is only in terms of cultivation, and there is a difference of two big realms. From their point of view, Mo Wentian is naturally impossible to be Yitianlai's opponent.

But what they didn't know was that the Mo Wentian in front of them was not an ordinary person, and Mo Wentian's spirit was enough to make their eyeballs fall to the ground.

"Brother Wentian, do you want to directly suppress Yitian with your soul?"

"The soul of this Yitian is already a thousand feet, brother Wentian's soul is even more than a thousand feet?"

Listening to the voices of discussion, Mo Qingqing, who was in the crowd, had a flash of light in his eyes, and asked Tianhu who was beside him.

"Brother Wentian's spirit has indeed exceeded one thousand feet, and has reached twelve hundred feet!"

A smug glint flashed in Tianhu's eyes.

In her heart, she always had a kind of anger towards Mo Qingqing, and now she knew more about Mo Wentian than Mo Qingqing, which made her feel proud instantly.

"One thousand two hundred feet?"

"Brother Wentian's spirit has reached twelve hundred feet?"

"This... this is impossible!"

"His cultivation is only in the realm of the emperor's consummation!"

Hearing this, Mo Qingqing staggered and almost fell to the ground.

What's more, she thought she had heard wrong.

You must know that the soul of a martial artist in the realm of Tianzun's perfection will not exceed a thousand feet, but Mo Wentian in front of him, whose cultivation is only in the realm of the emperor's perfection, his soul has already exceeded a thousand feet.

How could Mo Qingqing not be surprised by this?

"how?"

"Do you not believe my words, or do you not believe in Brother Wentian's strength?"

Seeing Mo Qingqing's impressive face, Tianhu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, coughed lightly, and said coldly.

"How could I not believe you, let alone Brother Wentian!"

"It's just that since ancient times, I've never heard of a person whose cultivation base is no more than the realm of the emperor, and whose spirit exceeds a thousand feet!"

"Brother Wentian, I am afraid that he is the first person in history!"

There was still a bit of surprise in Mo Qingqing's expression.

"Brother Wentian is terrible, but you and I cannot compare!"

"Brother Wentian will definitely win this battle!"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Tianhu's expression suddenly became serious.

Looking at the void with both eyes, his face was even more dignified.

"Um!"

"Brother Wentian, you will definitely win this battle!"

Mo Qingqing's voice was even more confident.

Immediately, Mo Qingqing's eyes also looked at the void, and their eyes didn't blink, as if they were afraid of missing something.

"Boom..."

And at this moment, in the void, Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot spirit had already enveloped Yitian.

"This... is this impossible?"

"Isn't your boy's cultivation the realm of the emperor's consummation?"

As Mo Wentian's spirit enveloped Yitianlai, Yitianlai's eyes widened a lot.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

If he hadn't seen Mo Wentian's 1,200 zhang spirit with his own eyes, he would never have believed that if his cultivation was at the level of the Emperor's Perfection, his spirit would exceed 1,000 zhang.

At this moment, a bad premonition rose in Yitianlai's heart.

You know, although his cultivation base has reached the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, his soul is only a thousand feet high.

If his cultivation base hadn't been improved by the pill, his soul could be more refined, but his soul was improved by the pill.

His spirit has just reached a thousand feet.

Although the difference between his spirit and Mo Wentian's spirit is only two hundred feet, but in terms of strength, there is a world of difference.

"Old bastard, with this emperor, nothing is impossible!"

"This emperor's cultivation is indeed only at the level of the emperor's consummation, but this emperor's spirit has reached twelve hundred feet!"

A cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian looked at Yitian and said with a cold and arrogant face.

"Tear..."

And just as Mo Wentian finished speaking, a voice tearing the void came.

Immediately, the man shrouded in black robe descended from the void.

This man in black robe is none other than the man in black robe who reported to Yitian.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly shrank.

"The emperor's perfect cultivation base, the spirit has reached 1,200 feet!"

"This person is really a descendant of that person, otherwise it wouldn't be so scary!"

"I must report this matter to the adults. This kid must be resolved as soon as possible, and he cannot be my nemesis in the demon world!"

The eyes of the man in black robe shrank suddenly, and the hands hanging on both sides clenched tightly.

"Buzz..."

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, the black-robed man moved his mind, and a sound transmission talisman appeared in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, the man in black directly sent Mo Wentian's news.

Immediately, the man in black robe entered the void again.

His eyes were staring straight at that figure, as if he wanted to see something from Mo Wentian's body.

"Someone?"

And at the moment when the man's figure disappeared, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

He felt a breath, he only felt a little familiar, but for a while, he couldn't remember where he saw it.

"Could it be my hallucination!"

But Mo Wentian searched around, but found nothing, frowned slightly, and said secretly in his heart.

Unable to explain why, Mo Wentian always felt that that breath seemed to have been felt somewhere, but for a while, he couldn't remember it.