Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1370: Forced suppression

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Chapter 1370 Forced Suppression

"Out of the control of the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range?"

"Ask God, what else do you know?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the expression of the voiceless saint became serious in an instant, and she asked quickly.

"Voice saint, don't be nervous!"

"What should be known or not, this emperor already knows!"

Looking at the momentary change of Qingyin's expression, the arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became richer, and the words were even more plain.

This is in sharp contrast to the unvoiced sound at this moment.

In fact, what Mo Wentian said is all true.

He has already understood the situation in the Tianji Mountain Range and the relationship between these ancient tribes and the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range.

"Ask the Lord, what is your purpose in finding this saint?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the expression of the voiceless saint was instantly extremely cold.

"The emperor is looking for you, I really want to cooperate with you!"

"You cooperate with the emperor, and the emperor will help you out of the control of the master of the Tianji Mountain Range, and help you gain freedom!"

"And you only need to help this emperor win the Youlong Blade of the Youlong Clan!"

The indifferent voice sounded, but Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with brilliance.

Can't tell why, although the master of the Tianji Mountain Range is rumored to have terrifying strength, he controls all the forces in the Tianji Mountain Range.

However, in Mo Wentian's heart, there was a premonition that the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range must have weaknesses, and these forces controlled by him can definitely be out of their control.

"Help us out of the control of the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range?"

"Help you win the Youlong Blade of the Youlong Clan?"

"Your goal is to see the god-dragon through the sky?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, a glint flashed in the eyes of the voiceless saint, and she asked with a serious look.

"Yes!"

"The purpose of this emperor's coming to the Tianji Mountains is to capture the Shenlong Tongtian map!"

Mo Wentian didn't conceal the voiceless saint, but directly admitted it.

"Ask the emperor, your cultivation is not perfect for the heavenly king, even if your soul is terrible, but your overall strength is definitely not as good as mine!"

"You want to cooperate with my Kunpeng clan, you are not qualified enough!"

Suddenly, it seemed to be thinking of something, the expression of the voiceless saint was extremely cold for an instant.

At the same time, a monk-cold chill hit her instantly.

"Unqualified?"

"The voiceless saint, this is the opportunity that the emperor gives you. The opportunity that the emperor gives is only given once. If you don't seize it, don't regret it!"

Listening to this voiceless saint, Mo Wentian laughed, his expression even more indifferent.

In those faint eyes, there is no fluctuation at all, and there is no emotion.

"This saint does not agree, what do you want?"

Can’t tell why, although Mo Wentian’s face was smiling at this time, the voiceless saint felt a chill from her back, making her body shiver.

"What if you don't agree?"

"The voiceless saint, you already know the emperor's spirit!"

"You said that if the emperor forced his soul to suppress you, what would you say?"

Mo Wentian looked at the voiceless saint, his eyes suddenly became cold.

"What do you mean by this?"

The voiceless saint looks slightly surprised.

At this moment, a bad feeling arose in Qingyin's heart.

Mo Wentian in front of him seemed to be no longer a consummate warrior, but a peerless powerhouse, a powerhouse who was countless times stronger than her.

This figure made her heart a little bit of fear.

"You don't agree to cooperate with this emperor!"

"Then surrender to the emperor's feet!"

The indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly became cold.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's eight hundred zhang soul, instantly enveloped the voiceless saint.

"Suppression!"

"Boom..."

The cultivation of the voiceless saint, although half a step away from the emperor's consummation, is only one step away, and what she is good at is to display the power of the soul.

But even so, her six-hundred-zhang soul is still not enough in front of Mo Wentian.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, the voiceless saint on the opposite side, since she had no resistance at all, her knees softened and she knelt directly on the ground.

The next moment, with a pop, her whole body was directly suppressed to the ground.

With blood in her mouth, looking at Mo Wentian, the eyes of the voiceless saint is even more shocking.

"You..."

"How can your power of the soul be so strong?"

The voiceless saint, at this moment, her voice trembled.

Mo Wentian's soul has reached eight hundred zhang. What she found out, she also understood in her heart that Mo Wentian's soul power was stronger than hers.

But she didn't expect that Mo Wentian's spirit would be so strong. In front of Mo Wentian, she didn't even have the slightest power to resist.

This is really beyond her expectation.

"The emperor gave you the opportunity to cooperate with the emperor, but you rejected the emperor!"

"Do you really think you are a green onion?"

Looking at the voiceless saint, Mo Wentian said indifferently.

"You..."

The voiceless saint is full of anger in her heart.

Her pretty face, at this moment, is even more flushed.

At the same time, her body was also frantically struggling. She wanted to break free from the shackles of Mo Wentian's spirit power, but unfortunately, the body of the voiceless saint could not move at all.

This is something the voiceless saint could not have imagined. Mo Wentian would attack her on top of her best spirit attack.

Although the difference between the soul of six hundred feet and the soul of eight hundred feet is only two hundred feet, there is a world of difference in the power of the soul.

Mo Wentian's soul of eight hundred feet, the voiceless saint can't resist.

"You know there are too many things about this emperor!"

"For those who know too much about the Emperor, there are only two choices!"

"Either surrender to the emperor and become the man of the emperor, or become a dead person, and never speak!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold.

"Would you like to surrender? Or become a dead person?"

"Mo Wentian, you are too arrogant!"

"I am the saint of the Kunpeng clan, and my position in the Kunpeng clan is second only to the Kunpeng emperor who is inevitable. You dare to treat me like this, and my entire Kunpeng clan will not let you go!"

Hearing that, the body of the voiceless saint trembled.

For Mo Wentian's words, the voiceless saint has no doubt at all.

At this moment, a touch of despair appeared in her eyes.

But the next moment, thinking of her identity, a gleam in her eyes, exhausted all her strength, and said coldly.