Chapter 2606 Eighteen Hundred Feet of Spirit
"That's right!"
"Boss has already refined the elixir of the middle stage of the emperor class!"
"Even if they know that the boss has a middle-stage emperor-level elixir, it's useless!"
"What's more, they don't have the strength at all, and they can take the middle-stage emperor-level pill from the boss!"
Xiaojiao looked at Huantian, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
In the world of celestial beings, there is no one who is an opponent of Mo Wentian. Even if Huantian didn't set up an illusion, it is impossible for these people to snatch the mid-stage emperor-level pill from Mo Wentian's hands.
It's not just them, even the world master of Qin Tianjie, it is impossible to take away the mid-stage emperor-level pill from Mo Wentian's hands.
Huantian set up the illusion, but he didn't want them to disturb Mo Wentian's promotion and continue to work.
"Um!"
"Little Jiao, let's protect the boss well!"
"Look at the boss's soul, how many feet can it be raised to!"
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Huantian looked at Xiaojiao, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
Mo Wentian's soul had already reached 1,200 zhang, but this time Mo Wentian's soul was raised, and he did not know what level he could reach.
Unable to explain why, Huantian has an intuition in his heart that Mo Wentian's spiritual improvement is definitely more than just a little bit.
One must know that Qin Yuan's cultivation has already reached the early stage of Tiansheng. If not for Qin Yi's suppression, Qin Yuan's cultivation would have already broken through to the middle stage of Tiansheng.
But Qin Yuan's soul is only a thousand feet long.
Mo Wentian's cultivation base is in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, and his soul has reached 1,200 feet, which is already a terrifying existence.
This time, Mo Wentian wants to improve his soul, and Mo Wentian must have a lot of soul.
"Boss' spirit is originally 1,200 feet, I think boss's spirit can definitely be raised to 1,500 feet!"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, and an incomparably bright light rose in his eyes.
"If the boss's spirit can be raised to 1,500 feet, it may be stronger than Qin Yi's spirit!"
"If the boss's soul reaches 1,500 feet and is stronger than Qin Yi's, then he will have no fear in a battle with Qin Tianjie in a month's time!"
Hearing Xiaojiao's words, a gleam of light flashed in Huantian's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.
"Huantian, I believe that the spirit of the boss can definitely be raised to fifteen hundred feet!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a hint of confidence rose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
From that appearance, it seemed that Xiaojiao was very confident that Mo Wentian's soul had risen to 1,200 feet.
An hour passed quickly.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body was terrifying.
Mo Wentian has a lot of cultivation resources for refining, and Mo Wentian's soul has increased a lot.
"Brother Wentian's soul, I don't know how many feet it has grown to!"
At this moment, Tianhu, who was not far away, saw that Mo Wentian hadn't woken up from his cultivation, and there was a hint of worry in Tianhu's eyes.
"Tianhu, the soul of the boss, you don't have to worry!"
"Boss' soul can definitely improve a lot!"
Seeing Tianhu's worried face, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed a faint light, and said in a deep voice.
"One thousand five hundred feet!"
But at this moment, Mo Wentian let out an angry shout.
Mo Wentian's aura was even more terrifying.
Mo Wentian's soul directly increased to fifteen hundred feet.
Originally, Mo Wentian wanted to refine and cultivate resources to improve his cultivation, but he found that his spirit had reached 1,500 feet, which seemed to have reached a bottleneck.
No matter how much cultivation resources he refines, it will have no effect on the improvement of his soul.
"One thousand five hundred feet?"
"Boss, your soul has reached fifteen hundred feet?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wentian, looking at Mo Wentian, he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.
"That's right!"
"My soul has reached fifteen hundred feet!"
"The soul of fifteen hundred feet is still not enough!"
Mo Wentian let out a long breath, stood up, his expression was somewhat gloomy.
From Mo Wentian's point of view, if his cultivation reaches the late stage of the Emperor of Heaven, his soul will definitely rise to eighteen hundred feet.
Unexpectedly, his soul, as if it had encountered a bottleneck when it was raised to 1,500 feet, it would not go up anyway.
This made Mo Wentian doubtful.
"Boss, the soul of 1,500 feet is already very strong!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed brightly, and said in a deep voice.
"The soul of 1,500 feet is very strong for ordinary warriors!"
"But for Qin Yi, it's only comparable to him!"
An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.
"Boss, what do you mean, Qin Yi's soul has also reached fifteen hundred feet?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's eyes suddenly brightened, as if it was raining, he blurted out.
"That's right!"
"Qin Yi's soul, when he was outside the Shentian Mountain Range, his soul has already reached fifteen hundred feet!"
"My spirit has only reached 1,500 feet, and it can only resist him!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao with an extremely gloomy expression.
Obviously, Mo Wentian was a little dissatisfied with the fact that his soul had only been raised to 1500 zhang.
Mo Wentian wanted to raise his soul to 1800 zhang, but his soul was only raised to 1500 zhang.
Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with a complicated light.
"Boss, your spirit has reached 1,500 feet, and Qin Yi's spirit of 1,500 feet must not be at the same level!"
"Your cultivation base has also improved, not only that, but you also have the ghost spear in your hand, you have no fear of Qin Yi at all!"
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said seriously.
"Ghost spear?"
"I promised to give this ghost spear to Mo Qiu, but I actually forgot about it!"
"When I go back to the God and Heaven Realm, I will give this Nether Spear to Mo Qiu!"
Hearing Xiaojiao's words, Mo Wentian thought that he had promised to give Mo Qiu the Nether Spear, but the Nether Spear was still in his hands at this moment.
A gleam flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said in a cold voice.
"Boss, Mo Chou's cultivation is only at the level of the Heavenly Emperor's Consummation. Even if you give this Nether Spear to him right now, he probably won't be able to control it!"
"It's better to wait for the battle between Shentian Realm and Qin Tianjie in a month's time. After we win Qin Tianjie, it won't be too late to give Mo Chou the Nether Spear!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Jiao said seriously.
After all, this Nether Spear is a holy weapon, and holy weapons are not available everywhere.
Neither the Shenzhu old man nor the ancient book old man had a sacred weapon in his hand, and Mo Wentian had the Nether Spear, at least one more bargaining chip against Qin Yi.
In Xiaojiao's heart, all he could think about was Mo Wentian's safety.
In Xiaojiao's heart, he has already regarded Mo Wentian as his relative, and he is most concerned about Mo Wentian's safety.
"Let's talk about this!"
"This Nether Spear was given to Qin Tu by Qin Yi, which means that Qin Yi definitely has a stronger sacred weapon in his hand!"
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's expression became extremely serious.
"Boss, what you said makes sense!"
"In Qin Yi's hands, there is definitely a stronger holy weapon, but I don't know what the holy weapon in Qin Yi's hand is!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, a gleam flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.
Qin Yi is the lord of Qin Tianjie. Since he can give Qin Tu the Nether Spear, it means that he still has a stronger sacred weapon in his hand.
Although Qin Yi thinks that Qin Tu is more important than his own life, but he is the Lord of Qin Tianjie, and there must be a stronger holy weapon in his hand.
At this moment, Xiaojiao felt even more worried.