Chapter 707 Cultivated Host

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

In a moment, a wave of vast aura descended, and in Jiuyou Tiancheng, the aura of countless strong men descended on the city gate. The disciples of these Jiuyou clan were at worst in the mid-heaven realm.

The strongest one was none other than the Fourth Elder who had caught up with Mo Wentian back then.

"Hurry up and get back the saint!"

"Yes Yes!"

The disciples of the Jiuyou clan retreated hastily.

Jiuyou Tiancheng.

In an inn.

"Guest officer, please come inside!"

As soon as Mo Wentian entered, a waiter came up to greet him.

"Get me a nice room!"

Looking at the waiter in the shop, Mo Wentian said with a smile. On Mo Wentian's shoulder was a bag. Looking carefully, it seemed to be a person in the bag.

"Guest officer, wait a moment!"

Although the waiter in this store felt a little weird, he didn't ask any detailed questions. He prepared a room for Mo Wentian and walked in with Mo Wentian.

in the room.

"bump!"

Mo Wentian directly opened the bag, revealing the savage girl inside.

"Human, who are you? I am the saint of the Jiuyou clan. If you dare to take me away, I, the strong of the Jiuyou clan, will definitely not let you go!"

Seeing Mo Wentian, the saintess of the Nine Nether Clan, said with a vicious expression on her face.

"Will you not let me go?"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched, and he immediately hugged the saint and threw her on the bed.

"What are you going to do?"

"You stop!"

...

Seeing Mo Wentian approaching, the saintess had a look of panic on her pretty face. She is a saintess of the Jiuyou clan, with a status of less than one person and more than ten thousand people. Normally, no one would treat her with respect.

Who would dare to think that Mo Wentian would take her away like this, and dare to take her...

"What do you think I'll do?"

Mo Wentian looked at the saint with an evil smile on his face, and grabbed the girl's chin with both hands. Mo Wentian got closer and closer, and the girl's pretty face was flushed with shame.

"You let me go..."

"let me go!"

The woman became completely flustered, looking at Mo Wentian who was getting closer.

In the heart of this saint.

It's completely scary!

"Woo woo woo..."

The next moment, in Mo Wentian's stupor, the saint began to cry.

"Forehead……"

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly.

Immediately let go.

He didn't really want to do anything to this holy woman, he just wanted to intimidate this person, lest this person cause trouble in front of him.

"May I have your name?"

Looking at the saint, Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.

"Why should I tell you that I am the saint of the Jiuyou clan, what right do you have to know my name, my father will definitely send a strong man to save me, I will kill you!"

"Kill you……"

The woman opened her eyes and glared at Mo Wentian viciously.

"kill me?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a cold light flashed.

Mo Wentian's face turned cold.

Seen by Mo Wentian's cold eyes, the woman only felt a chill in her body, and the next moment, her voice stopped abruptly, and the pretty face looking at Mo Wentian.

He also became timid.

"My name is Liu Xi!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the woman whispered.

"Liu Xi!"

Mo Wentian paused slightly.

"My young master took you away, not because he fell in love with you!"

"If you weren't useful, I would have killed you right now!"

Looking at the savage woman, Mo Wentian's eyes were boundless indifference. Mo Wentian was in no mood to chat with the holy girl of the Jiuyou clan. Next, he would enter the Jiuyou clan.

"kill me?"

The unruly saint, biting her lips tightly.

"Remember, be safe in the future!"

In a word, Mo Wentian sat down cross-legged. As for Huantian and Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian was not worried. The two of them have a combat power comparable to that of a great heaven.

As for Huantian, it is possible to leave the martial artist who is in the Datian realm.

It can't be stopped absolutely!

The two of them, unless they met the four elders, it was impossible for them to have trouble.

"Cultivation is the most important thing. Although my current combat power is not inferior to the warriors in the early days of the Great Heavenly Rank, I still have a long way to go to stop the Jiuyou Clan!"

Mo Wentian said nana to himself, the next moment, Mo Wentian fell into cultivation again.

Not far away.

The savage saintess of the Jiuyou tribe looked at Mo Wentian in a daze.

Time passed slowly.

Three days later, Mo Wentian woke up from his practice.

Open your eyes.

A frightening light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Cultivation progress is too slow!"

A light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes. After three days of training, Mo Wentian's cultivation had not improved, but Zidi Jun's body had improved a little, with such a speed of cultivation.

To reach the realm of the great heaven.

I'm afraid I don't know how many years it will take!

"What I need is a panacea..."

Mo Wentian's eyes shone with light. If he could find another elixir comparable to Jiuyou Tianlian, then Mo Wentian's cultivation would definitely be able to step into the realm of the great heaven.

Even stronger realm!

"I'm hungry……"

At this moment, a deep voice came.

Mo Wentian turned his head to take a look.

I saw this savage saintess of the Jiuyou clan looking at me timidly.

"Hungry?"

Mo Wentian was slightly taken aback.

Then something seemed to be discovered.

Mo Wentian managed to grab the saint.

"What are you going to do?"

The unruly saint's expression changed instantly.

"Your cultivation base..."

"Why is it so low?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the light soared. At the gate of the city that day, this savage saint was still a martial artist in the mid-heaven realm. How could she fall like this in three days.

"My cultivation base..."

"It's often like this!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, there was a gloomy look in the unruly woman's eyes.

"Often!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of light flickered.

"Uh-huh!"

The woman nodded.

"By the way, your cultivation base..."

"How will it recover?"

Looking at the unruly woman, Mo Wentian suddenly said in a deep voice.

"this?"

The unruly woman was stunned for a moment, then said in a low voice: "It's very easy to recover my cultivation, as long as I enter the Nine Nether Temple, my cultivation will be restored!"

"Nine Nether Temple?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of light flickered endlessly.

"The saintess of the Jiuyou clan..."

"The cultivation level on your body is not even that of an ordinary sword emperor. If I'm not wrong, you have never practiced it, right?"

Looking at the woman, Mo Wentian suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Never practiced before?"

The unruly girl trembled slightly. She had never practiced cultivation. Since she was born, she had been imprisoned in the temple, as long as she stayed in the temple.

Her cultivation, opportunities to grow automatically.

But if she leaves, her strength and opportunity will be lost.

"I see!"

Looking at the unruly woman, Mo Wentian took a deep breath, and then looked into the woman's eyes, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with a touch of sympathy, this woman.

Where is the saint!

If he guessed correctly, this should be a deliberately cultivated host body.

As for who will give this body to?

Mo Wentian didn't know.