Chapter 2459 Soul Is Too Low

At this moment, Mo Chou's aura rapidly increased.

It looked like Mo Chou was going to attack Hanlong the next moment.

"You want to kill me too?"

"Do you think that if you kill me, you can get a lot of cultivation resources in the Shentian Mountain Range?"

"If you kill me, then don't even try to win the peerless cultivation resources!"

Hearing Mo Chou's words, Han Long's eyes fell on Mo Chou's body, and a trace of unconcealable anger rose from the depths of his eyes.

It's just that the cold dragon didn't make a move. Mo Wentian, a martial artist whose cultivation base is only the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, even he can't even fight.

At this moment, there are several disciples from the gods and heavens. If they make a move, he will definitely die.

Even though his Hanlong clan is in Qin Tianjie's hands, Hanlong himself still wants to survive.

Han Long also had some understanding of the fact that their various worlds came to the Shentian Mountains to practice. He knew that their purpose of coming to practice was to seize cultivation resources, especially the peerless cultivation resources.

Thinking like this, Han Long pulled out this peerless cultivation resource.

"If you kill you, you won't be able to seize a lot of cultivation resources? Let alone seize the peerless cultivation resources?"

"Han Long, it seems that you really know a lot about us!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian took a step forward, looked at Han Long, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice.

It has to be said that this Hanlong is quite smart, he knows that their various worlds are competing for this cultivation resource.

He said so, Mo Wentian really wouldn't kill him.

After all, this peerless training resource is very important to them. Originally, Mo Wentian didn't want to kill Hanlong.

It's fine not to kill the cold dragon, but it's still fine to subdue the cold dragon.

"Boss, this cold dragon is really hateful!"

"He actually threatened us with cultivation resources. I still don't believe it. We won't be able to seize the peerless cultivation resources after beheading him!"

Han Long's words completely angered Xiao Jiao.

At this moment, the aura on Xiaojiao's body rose rapidly, and the incomparably terrifying Longwei spread out from Xiaojiao's body.

"Xiaojiao, after killing this cold dragon, I have the confidence to seize more cultivation resources, and I still have the confidence to seize the peerless cultivation resources!"

"But if we want to capture these, it must consume a lot!"

"We can't take the cultivation resources with great difficulty, and our power is consumed a lot. At that time, let the people of Qin Tianjie take advantage of it!"

An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.

In Mo Wentian's heart, it's not that he didn't think about beheading the cold dragon, but since the cold dragon said that he knew the cultivation resources in the Shentian Mountain Range, Mo Wentian really didn't doubt it.

After all, this is a life-saving means that Hanlong used.

If this Hanlong didn't know about cultivation resources, he wouldn't be so confident.

"Boss, what do you plan to do with this cold dragon?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed a faint light, and said in a deep voice.

"How to deal with it?"

"This cold dragon subdues him first, if he wants to survive, he must obey the emperor's words!"

Mo Wentian's expression was extremely cold.

"Boss..."

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Hanlong, since you say so, this emperor doesn't want to kill you either!"

"This Emperor is giving you a chance to surrender to this Emperor!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at Han Long without any hesitation, and said in a cold voice.

"Give me a chance to surrender to you?"

"Human, do you think I will submit to you, a human being who is only a human in the early days of the Emperor of Heaven?"

"If I surrender to you, I'm afraid that my Hanlong clan will not even think about raising their heads among the monster races!"

Han Long looked at Mo Wentian, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he said hastily.

At this moment, Han Long made up his mind even more, if he doesn't submit to him, don't ask the sky.

"Yeah?"

"I want to see if your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

Mo Wentian looked at Han Long, his expression turned cold instantly.

At this moment, a cold chill spread from Mo Wentian's body.

"Buzz..."

The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared in the void.

"Soul, suppress!"

With an angry shout, Mo Wentian directly unfolded his soul.

The 1,200 zhang soul directly enveloped Han Long's soul.

"One thousand two hundred feet of spirit?"

"This... how is this possible? Isn't your cultivation only in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven? Your soul has reached one thousand and two hundred feet?"

With the suppression of Mo Wentian's spirit, Han Long's body instantly prostrated himself on the ground.

Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of shock.

You know, Mo Wentian's cultivation is only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, but Mo Wentian's spirit has reached 1,200 feet.

Although Hanlong's cultivation is comparable to the perfection of the Heavenly Emperor, Hanlong's soul is not more than a thousand feet high.

In front of Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot-high spirit, how could Han Long not be astonished?

"A soul of 1,200 feet? Mo Wentian is really a monster, his cultivation is only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, and his soul has reached 1,200 feet!"

"My cultivation base has reached the heavenly sage realm, and my spirit has only broken through to twelve hundred feet!"

"This kid, Mo Wentian, is really too monstrous. Master Shenzhu has taken a fancy to him, not just choosing him casually, but because he has real strength!"

"How could this cold dragon bear the spirit of 1,200 feet. I see that if Hanlong doesn't submit to Mo Wentian today, the one waiting for him will die!"

"Mo Wentian is surprising us more and more. I think it is the wisest decision to let him be our leader!"

...

But at this time, the disciples of the gods and heavens began to discuss.

They looked at Mo Wentian, and couldn't hide their surprise.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that Mo Wentian's strength was so terrifying.

At this moment, in their hearts, they were even very glad that they listened to Mo Chou's words and let Mo Wentian enter the Shentian Mountain Range with them to practice.

"Hanlong, surrender!"

With a roar of anger, Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot spirit directly suppressed him.

At this moment, Mo Wentian stands proudly in the void, like a peerless king.

At the same time, a king-like coercion spread out from Mo Wentian's body.

Mo Wentian's aura was even more terrifying.

"ah……"

"No……"

...

And at the moment when Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot spirit was suppressed, Han Long screamed in an instant.

Han Long's soul was not comparable to Mo Wentian, how could he bear Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot soul.

"Slave God Seal!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian let out a cold shout, and quickly made seals one by one with both hands.

As each seal formula was played, a word slave appeared in the void.

Above the word slave, a quaint and boundless aura spread out.

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian waved his hands, and the slave god seal fell directly towards the center of Han Long's eyebrows.

"ah……"

"No……"

...

A series of screams resounded again, and Han Long's figure was seen rolling on the ground, as if he was enduring great pain at the moment.

"Mo Wentian, are you going to forcibly suppress this cold dragon?"

Mo Chou walked towards Mo Wentian with an extremely indifferent expression.

"It is best to suppress the cold dragon first, this cold dragon is still useful!"

An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.