Chapter 810 Baizhang's Soul Is Just an Ant!

"Hahahaha... A little Tianjun in the early stage also wants me to submit to you?"

"You are literally dreaming!"

Hearing this, Meng Ruoxi couldn't help laughing wildly.

She is a majestic Tianjun peak powerhouse, and in the monster clan, she is also under one person and above ten thousand people. If she is required to submit to this little Jiuyou clan, Mo Wentian?

To her, this was undoubtedly the funniest joke in the world.

"The emperor has given you the opportunity. If you don't surrender, then you have to blame the emperor for being careless and killing you!"

Mo Wentian's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"I don't like your arrogance very much, go to hell!"

Holding back her wild laughter, Meng Ruoxi's eyes were full of fierce glare.

"Red Flame Palm!"

Meng Ruoxi shouted angrily, and made seals one by one with her palm.

As she typed out the seals one by one, a palm with a size of hundreds of feet burning with red flames appeared in the void.

"Could this be the legendary Scarlet Flame Palm?"

"What a terrifying palm!"

"Can the emperor still stop it?"

...

Looking at the giant palm of hundreds of feet in the sky, one after another exclamation sounded from ten thousand feet away from Tiancheng.

"With a king-level artifact in hand, I can't even kill this emperor!"

"It's ridiculous to want to kill me with this devil's palm!"

Looking at the giant palm in the void, Mo Wentian's eyes glowed with an incomparably cold light.

"Boundary-breaking sword!"

"Come again!"

Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly, gave a cold shout, and struck again with a boundary-breaking sword.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's aura instantly surged.

A fierce and boundless aura spread out from Mo Wentian's body, that aura, with its supreme cold arrogance, made people daunting.

"Boss, your aura has become stronger again!"

"That's right, boss, the power of your sword is comparable to the peak of Tianjun!"

Suddenly, the voices of Xiaojiao and Huantian rang in Mo Wentian's mind.

"The taste of this sword should be pretty good!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a cold light rose in his eyes.

"No, this kid's aura has become stronger again!"

"This sword energy is terrifying!"

Looking at the slashing sword in the void, a bad premonition rose in Meng Ruoxi's heart.

Her intuition told her that this sword was terrifying and boundless.

But she didn't believe that Mo Wentian, who was in the early stage of Tianjun, could kill her, a powerhouse at the peak of Tianjun.

"die!"

The cold voice resounded throughout the void.

In the next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with terrifying killing intent, and he immediately slashed towards Meng Ruoxi with his sword.

"The power of this sword is comparable to the peak of Tianjun!"

In Meng Ruoxi's eyes, there was a hint of surprise.

At this moment, she seemed to feel that the god of death was waving at her, and that terrifying sword seemed to really kill her.

"Boy, you are just as powerful as the peak of Tianjun, and my strength is the realm of Tianjun's peak!"

"Red Flame God's Palm: Ninety-nine return to one!"

Meng Ruoxi's expression changed for a while, she coldly shouted, and typed out seal formulas one by one.

In the void, the giant palms with the size of hundreds of feet changed into nine in an instant, and in the next instant, they changed into eighty-one, and finally the eighty-one merged into one, and moved towards Mo Wentian to greet him.

"boom……"

The violent collision came again.

"puff……"

Mo Wentian's body flew upside down, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"uh-huh……"

Although Meng Ruoxi didn't fly upside down, she was not much better, traces of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"Don't hold it back, holding it back will cause internal injuries!"

Mo Wentian stood up from the ground, looked at Meng Ruoxi, and sneered.

"Boy, you..."

"puff……"

Maybe she was pissed off, maybe she really couldn't bear it anymore, Meng Ruoxi spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Wentian's guess was indeed right. On the surface, Meng Ruoxi seemed to have won the battle, but in fact, her internal injuries were not serious.

"Look, Meng Ruoxi is also injured!"

"The strength of the emperor is really terrifying!"

"In the early days of Tianjun fighting against the peak of Tianjun, this is not terrible, this is simply a monster!"

...

Thousands of feet away from the sky city, those figures looked at the cold and arrogant figure in the void, and a touch of admiration rose in their eyes instantly.

"Is that how it should be?"

"Isn't it better to spit it out!"

Mo Wentianman's mocking words resounded.

"Boy, I'm going to kill you!"

"Kill you!"

Mo Wentian's arrogant words sounded extremely ironic to her.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Meng Ruoxi's eyes suddenly had murderous intent.

"Although my strength may not be able to defeat you now, my spirit is enough to suppress you!"

With a cold shout, Meng Ruoxi's whole body gathered strength towards the top of her head.

The next moment, behind her, a phantom of a hundred feet in size appeared.

"Baizhang Divine Soul?"

"At the peak of Tianjun, the soul is only a hundred feet in size, it's really pitiful!"

Mo Wentian looked at the phantom of the soul, and laughed wildly in an instant.

One must know that in the early stages of Tianjun's cultivation, his soul has reached two hundred and twenty feet, but Meng Ruoxi's soul is only one hundred feet when he is at the peak of Tianjun.

Forget it, but she still wants to use her spirit to suppress Mo Wentian, this is simply...

What an idiot!

"Pitiful?"

"You said my Baizhang soul is pitiful!"

"This seat will definitely suppress you to death today!"

In Meng Ruoxi's eyes, the killing intent was not concealed at all.

"Baizhang Divine Soul?"

"Could this be the phantom of the soul of the strong Tianjun!"

"What a terrible coercion, keep your mind and retreat!"

...

Looking at the phantom of the soul standing proudly in the void, Chi Xiao and the others looked shocked for an instant.

Immediately, quickly backed away.

"Hundred feet of soul!"

"Suppression!"

With a cold drink, Meng Ruoxi's aura surged again.

In the void, the phantom of the hundred-zhang soul was even more clear.

"Is that why you want to suppress me?"

"die!"

A cold voice sounded.

"Buzz..."

Mo Wentian punched Meng Ruoxi, and the next moment, an immortal force enveloped Meng Ruoxi.

"How can this be……"

In the void, there was an exclamation, and the next moment...

The phantom of the soul in the void began to tremble.

"In front of this emperor, don't surrender!"

Mo Wentian's roar sounded in the void.

In Mo Wentian's body, a sword star core is spinning endlessly, exuding supreme coercion, that star core is eternal and immortal!

"Buzz..."

Meng Ruoxi's spirit trembled endlessly.

"Immortal star!"

"Collide!"

"boom……"

The bright stars in the sky collided with Meng Ruoxi's soul and body.

In just a moment, countless cracks appeared on the soul.

"Buzz..."

Her spirit trembled crazily, as if she was also afraid.