Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1161: Is it difficult to find out?

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Chapter 1161 Is it difficult to find out?

"What's the matter?"

Hearing this, there was a glimmer of light in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"In the Qingfeng Mountains, there is a monster beast, the civet cat, whose cultivation base is in the early stage of the Emperor!"

"Its demon pill can help me improve my cultivation!"

Huantian didn't hesitate at all, looking at Mo Wentian, said in a deep voice.

"Magic civet cat?"

"Can help your cultivation level improve?"

"Where is the magic civet cat?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, an incomparably bright light rose, and said indifferently.

"In this valley!"

Huantian looked at Mo Wentian, her voice extremely firm.

"Then let's go and see, since this fantasy civet cat can help your cultivation breakthrough, then we will seize the magic pill of that fantasy civet cat!"

Mo Wentian's eyes lit up instantly.

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, he stepped out and walked directly towards the depths of the valley.

"Meow..."

For a moment, the figures of Mo Wentian and Huantian appeared in the depths of the valley.

As we entered the depths of the valley, the sounds of cats came in an instant.

"Boss, this magic civet cat is here!"

In Huantian's eyes, there was a cold light flashing.

"Where is it?"

"Why didn't I see the fantasy civet cat, and feel the breath of the fantasy civet cat is also coming and going?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he glanced around, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Boss, this fantasy civet cat is a monster that practices illusion art, and its body will naturally not appear casually!"

"But if you want to make an axe in front of my illusion ancestor, that's a bit tender!"

The deep voice sounded, and Huantian's eyes fell on a flower that was shining with dazzling white light not far away.

"Huantian, did you find something?"

Listening to Huantian's words, Mo Wentian's eyes shrank suddenly and said coldly.

"Boss, since it doesn't want to come out!"

"Then bother the boss, you blast it out!"

In Huantian's eyes, the cold light flickered.

Speaking, the furry claws pointed to the flower that shone with white awns.

"Illusive civet cat, don't want to get out, then don't blame the emperor for being rude!"

"Shenlong Fist!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a flash of cold light faded.

With a cold drink, he shot directly with a punch, and blasted towards the flower that shone with white light.

"Meow..."

"Humans, you are really hateful!"

Just as Mo Wentian's punch was about to land on the flower, a gloomy voice resounded instantly.

"Buzzing..."

Immediately, in the void, a civet cat with the size of several hundred meters appeared.

The civet cat is covered with white hair, shimmering with white light, and it seems a little transparent.

And its pair of twinkling green eyes, exuding a strange aura, glared at Mo Wentian, but they looked terrifying.

"Boss, don't look into his eyes, he is performing illusions on you!"

Suddenly, Huan Tian seemed to have discovered something, and said quickly.

"Use illusions on me?"

"Fantasy civet cat, I think you are impatient!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes were sudden, and a terrifying killing intent appeared in his eyes instantly.

"Shenlong Fist!"

With a stern shout, Mo Wentian punched again and blasted towards the illusion civet cat in the void.

"The ants in the middle of the king, you dare to shoot at me!"

"Look at me not tearing you to pieces today!"

Looking at Mo Wentian once again blasting towards him with a punch, the magical civet cat's eyes shrank suddenly, and the cold light in his eyes flashed endlessly.

"Tear me to pieces?"

"Only you, I'm afraid it's not enough!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's body suddenly surged.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he fisted directly at the magic civet cat.

"Buzzing..."

And just when Mo Wentian's punch was about to land on the magic civet cat, the phantom civet cat disappeared strangely.

"Boss, be careful behind!"

At this moment, Huantian's voice resounded in the void.

"Behind you?"

Hearing this, there was an extremely cold glow in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Boy, don't forget, I'm a monster practicing illusion. It's not so easy for your punch to hit me!"

"But I want to tear you apart, it couldn't be easier!"

An extremely cold voice came from behind him instantly.

I saw the figure of the magic civet cat, but I don't know when, it has appeared behind Mo Wentian.

He opened his paws several feet in size, and on those paws, there was a cold glow.

"Die!"

The next moment, the magic civet cat screamed again, opened its paws and grabbed it directly at Mo Wentian.

"The sick cat in the early days of the emperor wanted to kill me too. It's ridiculous!"

"Soul, open!"

Mo Wentian watched the magic civet cat grabbing towards him, and a glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had found something.

With a sharp scream, he unfolds the spirit directly.

As the spirit of Mo Wentian unfolded, the spirit of the fantasy civet cat instantly appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

"The soul of two hundred and fifty feet!"

Ms. Mo Wentian muttered to himself, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a wicked smile spread instantly.

You must know that Mo Wentian's spirit has reached the level of three hundred and fifty feet, and his spirit is comparable to the mid-term state of the Emperor.

The magical civet cat in front of me is only two hundred and fifty feet tall.

Although the difference between the gods and souls is only one hundred feet, there is a huge difference in the power of the gods and souls.

Suddenly, an idea arose in Mo Wentian's heart.

Since this fantasy civet cat is a monster who practices illusion art, he wants to kill with Shenlong Fist, but it takes a lot of effort.

But if you suppress it directly with the spirit, it will save much time and effort.

"Illusive civet cat, a soul of two hundred and fifty feet, dare to fight against the emperor?"

"I think you still hand over the demon pill honestly, so as to avoid the pain!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the magic civet cat with a cold face.

"The soul of two hundred and fifty feet?"

"Boy, how do you know that my soul is two hundred and fifty feet?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the magic civet cat looked at Mo Wentian with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He was a monster in the early days of the emperor, and Mo Wentian in front of him, his cultivation level was not in the mid-term of the emperor, and the difference was not a star or a half because of his cultivation.

But Mo Wentian in front of him accurately stated his spirit. If he can detect his spirit, that spirit must be stronger than him.

Can Mo Wentian's cultivation base, he is only in the middle stage of the Heavenly King, and Mo Wentian's spirit, is it really stronger than him?

"Such a trash soul, is it difficult to find out?"

Looking at the sudden change of the magical civet cat, the arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became a bit richer.