Chapter 2144 Suppression

"Um!"

"Then you guys take a rest in this Demon Fox Clan and wait for your boss to come back!"

In the eyes of the Empress of the Meihu Clan, traces of light flashed across.

One day passed quickly.

In the Tianminghai at this moment, the ring battle has already reached the 40th.

Emperor Yuan Du stood proudly in the void, watching Mo Wentian pass by without coming back.

Emperor Yuan Ran frowned.

"Where did this kid go?"

"Why don't you come back?"

In Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes, there was a complicated look.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

"No matter where that lesser went, the ring battle will continue!"

But at the next moment, it seemed that he remembered something, a cold light flashed in Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes, and he said secretly in his heart.

Immediately, the figure of Emperor Yuan Ran flashed and appeared on the ring.

"The disciple who has drawn No. 41 will go to the ring to fight!"

An icy voice sounded, and an incomparably cold light rose in Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes.

"Buzz..."

Following Emperor Yuan Ran's words, figures appeared on the ring.

These figures and the aura on their bodies are not weak, and the lowest one is already in the late stage of Tianzun.

But Emperor Yuan Ran's thoughts were not on these disciples at all, his eyes were looking into the distance.

It seems that these disciples are not enough to attract his attention at this moment.

"Where is Emperor Yuan Ran looking at?"

"That direction seems to be the direction the kid left?"

"Emperor Yuan Ran has taken a fancy to that kid Mo Wentian, right?"

"Impossible? That kid's cultivation is only at the early stage of Tianzun. What qualifications does he have to be favored by Emperor Yuan Ran?"

"That's right, if Emperor Yuan Ran takes a fancy to him, he will only take a fancy to our young master, not that kid!"

...

Seeing Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes, and looking in the direction where Mo Wenda left, the young master of Qingtian Realm's expression changed slightly.

In an instant, the young master of the Qingtian Realm and the disciples of the Qingtian Realm started talking.

At this moment, the young master of Qingtian Realm had a strong premonition in his heart.

That is, Emperor Yuan Ran fell in love with Mo Wentian. When he thought of this, the young master of Qingtian Realm shook his head again and again. Ask God.

The pestle was thinking, and the young master of Qingtian Realm felt a little relieved.

And just as the competition in the arena was in full swing, at the moment, it was deep in Misty Peak.

In a long river that can't be seen at a glance, there is only a young man lying quietly in the river.

The river water looked very plain, but it exuded a mysterious aura.

"Senior Ancient Books, one day has passed!"

The breath on the boss doesn't seem to have changed much? "

Huantian looked at the old man in the ancient book, and doubts arose in his eyes.

It turned out that the old man in the ancient book said that as long as Mo Wentian soaked in the Wangchuan River for a day, Mo Wentian's body and spirit would improve.

But this day passed, and Mo Wentian's aura didn't change at all, which made Xiaojiao feel a little worried.

Huantian was also a little anxious at this moment, after all, when they came out from Tianminghai, the arena battle of the ranking competition had already progressed to the 19th.

One day passed, and the ring battle had gone on for an unknown number.

He knew that Mo Wentian wanted to win the top ten in the honor list, and he couldn't let Mo Wentian miss the next round of the ring battle.

"Huantian, don't worry!"

"Soon! "

Seeing Huantian's anxious face, the old man in the ancient book looked extremely indifferent, and on the contrary told Huantian not to worry.

"Predecessors of ancient books...".

Hearing the words of the old man in the ancient book, Huantian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Boom..."

But at this moment, in the long river of Wangchuan, a violent sound came.

I saw the countless rivers of Wangchuan flowing towards Mo Wentian's body.

But for a moment, the water of the Wangchuan River actually submerged Mo Wentian's entire body in it.

At a glance, even Mo Wentian's head can't be seen at all.

"Senior Ancient Books, this...what's going on?"

Seeing this shameful scene, Huantian asked subconsciously, full of worry in his heart.

"Don't worry, this is just the only way to succeed in tempering the water of Wangchuan River!"

"This is the moment when Mo Xiangtian's suffering really begins!"

The old man in the ancient book looked at the long river of Wangchuan, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

The ancient book old man appeared indifferent on the surface, but in fact, at this moment, the ancient book old man was worried about Mo Wentian.

This river of forgetfulness can temper a person's body and soul, he is not lying.

But this is the second time in history that this long river of forgetfulness completely submerges people in it.

"The last time the Wangchuan River was like this, it was the man millions of years ago!"

"This kid seems to be no worse than that man, he is indeed the descendant of that man!

In the eyes of the old man in the ancient book, a trace of light flashed by, and he said secretly in his heart.

At this moment, the eyes of the old man in the ancient book were looking straight at Wangchuan Changhe, as if afraid of missing something.

"The pain of tempering has just begun?"

"Senior Ancient Books, do you mean that it was just a preview, and now is the real training?"

"Then how much pain should the boss have to endure?"

Hearing the old man's words, Huantian was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, looking at the old man in the ancient book, Huantian's eyes were full of shock.

"That's right!"

"The pain your boss has to bear, I can say that no human can bear it, but that kid is also right, he can only become a master when he suffers, and he wants to stand on the pinnacle of the heavenly world. Naturally, you have to bear the pain that others have not endured!"

An icy voice sounded, and an incomparably cold light rose in the eyes of the old man from the ancient book.

"Senior Ancient Books, can this boss bear it?"

"So that kind of pain, you have already said that ordinary people can't bear it!"

"What's more, I don't know where the ring battle of the battle for the ranking has progressed. Will it be the boss' turn for the next round of the ring battle?"

"Don't let the boss miss the battle for honor!"

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Huantian looked at the old man in the ancient book and said with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, as long as this kid can bear it, his soul and physique will improve in a short time!"

""As for the battle for honorable mention in the sea of ​​darkness that day, there is no need to worry about it. The arena battle that is going on now is only on the 40th, and we still have plenty of time. "

Seeing Huantian's worried face, the figure of the old man in the ancient book flashed and landed not far from Huantian, with a curved mouth raised.

"Senior Ancient Books, I feel like my physique is about to improve!"

And at this moment, in the long river of Wangchuan, Mo Wentian's voice came.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure was seen appearing in the long river of Wangchuan.

At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body was extremely vast.

Around Mo Wentian, the water of the Wangchuan River rushed towards Mo Wenyao, as if it wanted to submerge Mo Wentian again.

"If you want to improve your physique, the first thing you need to do is to suppress the water of the River of Forgetfulness around you, and don't let the water of the River of Forgetfulness flood you again!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the old man in the ancient book had an incomparably serious expression, and said in a cold voice.

"Okay, Senior Ancient Book!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian quickly agreed.

The next moment, Mo Wentian directly used his power to suppress the surrounding Wangchuan River.