Chapter 2007 Conjecture

At this moment, the aura on Yitianlai's body soared even more rapidly.

"Buzz..."

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, Yi Tian came to control the Yi Tian tripod.

But his calculation was wrong, his soul was shrouded by Mo Wentian's soul, and his mind wanted to control the Yitian Ding, without Mo Wentian's consent, it was impossible for him to control it.

"What else can I do when you are an old bastard?"

"So you want to control Yitianding with your mind?"

"Your soul can't even move, but can your mind move?"

"Old bastard, you are so stupid!"

Yitian came with mental strength, and Mo Wentian instantly understood.

Seeing Yitian coming, Mo Wentian sneered.

In his opinion, Yi Tianlai is simply ridiculous.

His spirit was shrouded, and he still wanted to kill Mo Wentian with the Yitian cauldron?

"Yitian wants to use the Yitian tripod to kill that kid? As long as the Yitian tripod can be controlled to open it, I heard that the Yitian tripod is a huge devouring thing, it can devour everything!"

"That's right, I've also heard that the level of this Yitianding tripod is not the peak of the imperial level. Ten thousand years ago, it was only an early stage artifact of the imperial level. It swallowed a lot of things and raised the level!"

"In this way, this Yitian tripod is really a good thing. If Yitian can control this Yitian tripod, this kid will really be swallowed by this Yitian tripod!"

"I really don't understand. An ant whose cultivation base is only perfected by the emperor, has a soul that has reached 1,200 feet. This is really unbelievable!"

"How is this kid still human? This is simply a monster. I'm afraid Yitian will fall into his hands today!"

...

Hearing Mo Wentian's sarcasm, countless Yitian Realm disciples started discussing in an instant.

They looked at Mo Wentian, with a complex look in their eyes.

Originally, they believed that Mo Wentian would be beheaded by Yitian today.

But now, the plot is reversed, and for a while, they can't see it anymore.

"Boy, you are really hateful!"

"You cover my soul, what do you want to do?"

Listening to the voices of discussion, a gloomy glint flashed in the depths of Yitianlai's eyes, and he said coldly.

At the same time, a bad premonition rose in Yitianlai's heart.

Mo Wentian in front of him had a smile on his lips, but that smile was extremely dazzling in Yitianlai's eyes.

But I can't tell why, but Yitian always feels that Mo Wentian in front of him will not kill him.

"What do I want to do?"

"This emperor doesn't want to kill you, this emperor wants you to surrender!"

"I want you to be the emperor's dog, for the emperor's use!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold.

He has just set foot in the world of celestial beings, and he will not kill Yitian.

What he needs now is strength. With his current cultivation alone, he doesn't have the strength to compete against other forces in this world of celestial beings.

But it would be much better if Yitianlai and Yiyuan were subdued.

"Want me to surrender?"

"Want me to be your dog?"

"Boy, don't even think about it!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Yitianlai's hands couldn't help but clenched tightly, and the joints creaked.

In those eyes looking at Mo Wentian, there was even a terrifying murderous intent.

Surrender? He is the world master of the world of relying on heaven, and his cultivation has reached the stage of the early stage of the emperor, while Mo Wentian in front of him, his cultivation is not as good as the perfection of the emperor.

A martial artist who is perfect in the emperor is like an ant in front of him, how could he submit to Mo Wentian?

It is a shame to submit to Mo Wentian, and it is impossible for him to surrender in front of countless Yitian Realm disciples.

In the hearts of the disciples of Yitian Realm, his image is not good. If he submits to a martial artist who is consummated by the emperor, it will be impossible for him to become the master of Yitian Realm.

"Surrender? This kid actually wants Yitian to surrender? Yitianlai's cultivation base has reached the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, and he actually wants Yitian to surrender?"

"This kid is too arrogant. If Yi Tianlai is our world master and treats us well, it is not impossible for us to help at this time!"

"It's not that we are indifferent, it's that Yitian treats us too harshly, we can't find a reason to help him!"

"It's good that this kid subdued Yitian, he removed a scourge for us, and it's time for our Yitian Realm to change to a world leader!"

"Yitianlai is really hateful, it is his retribution to be subdued today!"

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Countless disciples of the Yitian Realm looked at Yitian, and a gleam of light flashed in their eyes.

In their hearts, at this moment, there is a feeling of joy.

They didn't have the slightest affection for Yitian, they even hoped that Mo Wentian would kill him.

After all, this Yitianlai was too cruel to the disciples of the Yitian Realm, beheaded at every turn. He didn't know how many disciples of the Yitian Realm had been beheaded by him.

"Don't think about it?"

"There is nothing that the emperor wants to do, but there is nothing he can't do!"

Mo Wentian looked at Yitian with an extremely cold expression.

At the same time, Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot-high spirit enveloped Yitian's spirit even more.

"Boy, you..."

"What do you want?"

As Mo Wentian's spirit enveloped him, Yitian became anxious.

As long as Mo Wentian's spirit enveloped him directly, there was no need for him to agree, Mo Wentian would directly subdue him.

At this moment, Yi Tianlai panicked.

The bad premonition in his heart became more and more intense.

"What do you want to do?"

"This emperor will give you one last chance, honestly let go of your heart and surrender to this emperor!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for directly suppressing you!"

"You are already in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, you must know the pain and consequences of the direct suppression of this spirit!"

Looking at Yitian, Mo Wentian said with a cold face.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's spirit shrouded Yitian more and more.

But in the void at this moment, the eyes of a man shrouded in a black robe suddenly shrank.

"This kid is really hateful, he even directly suppressed it with his soul!"

"There are still two people here, it seems to be that kid's person, I want to make a move, this is impossible!"

"Today, this kid is going to succeed!"

"However, this time you kid succeeded, and when the adults send someone over, it will be your time of death!"

He muttered to himself, the murderous aura on the black-robed man was extremely terrifying.

If he hadn't sensed that there were also two figures watching the battle, and it seemed that those two figures were Mo Wentian's people.

The black-robed man had already started.

This time, he failed to kill Mo Wentian with Yitian, and also lost a Violent Blood Pill, the killing intent in the black-robed man's heart towards Mo Wentian became more and more terrifying.

"The pain of direct suppression?"

And at this moment, Yitianlai also recovered from the shock.

He muttered to himself, his eyes widened involuntarily.

Although he has never endured the pain of direct suppression, he has never eaten pork and seen pigs running.

The pain of being directly suppressed by the soul is not something ordinary people can bear, what's more, if they can't bear it, they will die directly.

Thinking about it like this, Yitianlai's originally firm and unyielding heart was shaken.

Mo Wentian's soul is indeed stronger than him, and it is not impossible for Mo Wentian to directly suppress it with his soul.

He wanted to escape from Mo Wentian's grasp, which was obviously impossible.