Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1851: The magic snake surrendered?

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Chapter 1851 The magic snake surrendered?

"Phantom Snake, you are still acquainted!"

"Let go of your mind!"

Mo Wentian looked at the phantom snake, his voice was extremely cold.

"Be happy?"

Na Na whispered in his mouth, the magic snake at this moment raised his eyes to look at Mo Wentian, frowning, but hesitated in his heart.

She knows the consequences of letting go happy.

She is the patriarch of the dignified phantom snake clan, her illusion has always been her pride.

Even in terms of strength, she has a good presence in the Qitian Mountains.

It's all about verbally agreeing to submit to Mo Wentian, but I didn't expect that Mo Wentian even let her relax.

Once she was happy, her life and death could be controlled by Mo Wentian, which made her hesitate.

"How?"

"Don't let go of happiness?"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's cold voice came.

Mo Wentian's eyes, now even more looking at the phantom snake, the chill in his eyes is terrifying.

"Phantom Snake, I am willing to bet!"

"If you don't want to establish a foothold in the Qitian Mountains in the future, or you choose to die, you can not surrender!"

At this moment, Huantian also stood up, looked at the magic snake, said with a cold face.

"Will the phantom snake surrender? The phantom snake has a cultivation base to reach the perfect existence of the heavenly sovereign!"

"Once her mind is released, her life and death will be in the hands of this person!"

"If you don't surrender, the patriarch of the magic snake has only choice. How will she choose?"

"Surrender, verbal surrender is already surrender, and now more is just the surrender of the mind!"

"Illusory Snake Patriarch, I was planted in this person's hands today!"

……

Listening to the extremely cold voices of Mo Wentian and Huantian, countless monsters began to discuss.

Their eyes looked at Mo Wentian and Illusory Snake without blinking.

"Phantom snake, there is only one chance!"

"No wonder this emperor is not surrendering you!"

The cold voice sounded again.

Mo Wentian stepped forward and walked towards the magic snake.

As Mo Wentian approached him step by step, an ominous premonition rose in the heart of Magic Snake.

"This magic snake, the soul is only nine hundred zhang!"

At this moment, as the spirit of Mo Wentian unfolded, the spirit of the magic snake also appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

When the spirit of the phantom snake was found to be no more than nine hundred feet tall, Mo Wentian's mouth couldn't help but raise an arc.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's thousand-zhang divine soul went directly toward the magic snake.

"Thousands...thousands of divine souls!"

"This... how is this possible?"

At the moment when Mo Wentian's soul was enveloped in the phantom snake, the phantom snake staggered and fell to the ground.

Looking at Mo Wentian, her eyes were full of disbelief.

Know that Mo Wentian is in front of him, and his cultivation is only in the mid-term stage of the Emperor.

She has no doubt that the Qianzhang Divine Soul that shrouds her Divine Soul is Mo Wentian's Divine Soul.

It's just Mo Wentian's cultivation base. Only in the middle of the emperor's stage, the soul has reached a thousand feet. This soul is stronger than her perfect soul.

This makes the magic snake's heart not surprised?

"Snake, surrender?"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's voice sounded again.

This is the last time Mo Wentian has asked the Illusory Snake. If the Illusive Snake still doesn't surrender, Mo Wentian will be impatient.

Although Mo Wentian wanted to subdue the Illusive Snake patriarch, and by the way also subdue the Illusive Snake clan, but if the Illusive Snake patriarch does not surrender, he wouldn't mind and kill him.

Thinking about this, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Surrender!"

"I am willing to surrender!"

With a puff, the magic snake knelt in front of Mo Wentian.

"Be happy!"

Mo Wentian looked at Illusory Snake with a cold face.

"Yes, I let go, I am happy!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Magic Snake instantly released his mind.

As soon as Illusory Snake said this, countless monsters were shocked in their eyes.

"Let go, the patriarch of the magic snake really let go of his mind!"

"I really don't know what's so terrible about this kid. The cultivation level of the patriarch of the fantasy snake has reached the level of Tianzun perfection. Are you still afraid of this kid in the middle of the emperor?"

"Yes, this is happy, what is the difference between this kid and the dog, is the head of the magic snake patriarch kicked by a donkey?"

"The surrender of the Phantom Snake patriarch, her Phantom Snake clan is about to change drastically!"

"Just now, the patriarch of the illusion snake seemed to be talking about a thousand-zhang soul. Could it be that this kid's soul has reached a thousand feet?"

……

Countless monsters exploded the pot.

At the same time, their hearts are full of puzzles.

They couldn't understand why Tianzun's perfect patriarch of Illusive Snake surrendered to Mo Wentian.

For the face of that act?

In their view, fate is the most important thing. As for face, it's just something to say.

"Hmm!"

At this moment, the magic snake, listening to all these discussions, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, with a muffled snort, a mouthful of blood came out of the magic snake's mouth.

"Boss, this magic snake is afraid that these monsters' words are angry!"

"Your slave **** seal, do you want to be late..."

Looking at the appearance of the phantom snake, Xiao Jiao's eyes flashed with a deep voice.

"Nothing!"

Mo Wentian's expression is extremely indifferent.

"Phantom Snake, it's for your sake!"

"The emperor will give you a slave **** seal. In one year, you will be free again after one year!"

"But within this year, you will not only surrender to the emperor, but you also have to surrender to the emperor, how about you?"

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an extremely bright light, and said in a cold voice.

"One year's slave **** seal?"

"Okay, I promise you!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the corner of the patriarch's mouth was still curved.

Illusive Snake Clan Chief did not hesitate at all, and quickly agreed.

"Very good!"

"Be happy!"

Looking at the magic snake in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed lightly.

"Yes!"

The magic snake quickly let go of his mind.

"Slave God Seal!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, he sneered coldly, and directly hit the void with countless seals.

"Buzzing..."

As the countless seals were printed, a word slave appeared in the void.

Above the word slave, an incomparably simple breath spreads.

The length of the slave character is the same as usual, but the size of the slave character is several times smaller than usual.

This is the imprint of a slave **** that only enslaved the magic snake for one year specially made by Mo Wentian.

"Go!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian waved his hand.

The word slave in the void instantly fell towards the center of the phantom snake's eyebrows.

"Ah..."

As the word Slave landed on the center of the phantom snake's eyebrows, the phantom snake rolled on the ground as if suffering great pain.