Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 2459: The soul is too low
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Chapter 2459 Soul is too low
At this moment, the aura on Mo Qiu's body skyrocketed rapidly.
It looked like that next moment, Mo Qiu was about to attack Hanlong.
"You want to kill me too?"
"Do you think that if you killed me, you won't be able to win a lot of cultivation resources in the Shentian Mountain Range?"
"If you kill me, don't even want to win the peerless cultivation resources!"
Listening to Mo Qiu's words, Han Long's eyes fell on Mo Qiu's body, and an unbearable anger rose in the depths of his eyes.
It's just that this cold dragon didn't make a move. Mo Wentian, a warrior with only the early days of the Emperor of Heaven, could not even fight.
At this moment, there are several disciples of the gods and heavens. If they do, he will undoubtedly die.
Even though his Hanlong clan is in the hands of Qin Tianjie, he still wants to survive.
Hanlong also knows a little bit about their experience in the Shentian Mountain Range in various worlds, knowing that the purpose of their coming to experience is to seize cultivation resources, especially the peerless cultivation resources.
Thinking about this, Han Long pulled out this peerless cultivation resource.
"You can't take away a lot of training resources if you kill them? Don't even want to take away peerless training resources?"
"Hanlong, it seems that you really know a lot about us!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian stepped forward, looking at Hanlong, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly.
I have to say that this cold dragon is still quite smart. He knows that their various worlds are competing for this cultivation resource.
He said so, Mo Wentian really wouldn't behead him.
After all, this peerless cultivation resource is very important to them. Originally, Mo Wentian didn't intend to kill the cold dragon.
It's okay not to kill the cold dragon, but you can subdue the cold dragon.
"Boss, this cold dragon is really hateful!"
"He even threatened us with cultivation resources. I don't believe it anymore. We can't take away that peerless cultivation resource after killing him!"
Han Long's words completely angered Xiao Jiao.
At this moment, the aura on Xiao Jiao's body skyrocketed rapidly, and the terrifying Long Wei spread out from Xiao Jiao's body.
"Little Jiao, kill this cold dragon, I am confident that I will seize more training resources, and I am still confident to seize that peerless training resource!"
"But we have to take these, it must consume a lot!"
"We can't win the cultivation resources with great difficulty, and our strength is consumed a lot. At that time, let the people of Qin Tianjie take advantage of the fisherman!"
The icy voice sounded, and an extremely cold light appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.
In Mo Wentian's heart, it was not that he hadn't thought of killing this cold dragon, but since the cold dragon said that he knew about the cultivation resources in the Shentian Mountains, Mo Wentian really did not doubt.
After all, this is a life-saving method used by Hanlong.
If this cold dragon didn't understand the training resources, he wouldn't be so confident.
"Boss, what do you plan to do with this cold dragon?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao's eyes flashed with a faint light and said with a deep voice.
"How to deal with it?"
"This cold dragon will subdue him first. If he wants to survive, he must obey the emperor's words!"
Mo Wentian's expression is extremely cold.
"Boss..."
After hearing this, Xiao Jiao opened his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
"Hanlong, if you say so, this emperor doesn't want to kill you!"
"The emperor gives you a chance to submit to the emperor!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, looked at Han Long and said coldly.
"Give me a chance to surrender you?"
"Humans, do you think I will surrender you to a cultivation base but a human being in the early days of the Emperor?"
"If I surrender to you, I'm afraid it's my cold dragon clan in the monster beast race, don't even think about raising your head!"
Han Long looked at Mo Wentian, a complicated gaze flashed in his eyes, and said quickly.
At this moment, Hanlong's heart is even more determined, not to submit to Mo Wentian.
"Really?"
"The emperor wants to see if your bones are as hard as your mouth!"
Mo Wentian looked at Hanlong, his expression instantly cold.
At this moment, a cold chill spread from Mo Wentian's body.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place.
When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared in the void.
"Soul, suppress!"
With an anger, Mo Wentian unfolded the spirit directly.
The soul of one thousand and two hundred meters, directly enveloped the soul of Hanlong.
"The spirit of one thousand and two hundred feet?"
"This...how is this possible? Isn't your cultivation level only in the realm of the emperor? Your spirit has reached one thousand two hundred zhang?"
Following the suppression of Mo Wentian's spirit, Hanlong's body instantly crawled to the ground.
Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of shock.
You know, Mo Wentian's cultivation is only in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, but Mo Wentian's spirit has reached 1,200 feet.
Although the cultivation base of Hanlong is comparable to that of the Emperor of Heaven, the spirit of Hanlong is not too high.
In front of Mo Wentian's thousand or two hundred zhang souls, how can Han Long not be surprised?
"The spirit of one thousand and two hundred meters? Mo Wentian, this kid is really a monster. His cultivation is only in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, and the spirit of God has reached one thousand and two hundred meters!"
"My cultivation base has reached the realm of Heavenly Sage, and my soul has only broken through to one thousand two hundred meters!"
"This kid, Mo Wentian, is too enchanting. Lord Shenzhu is interested in him, not just choosing him casually, but he has real strength!"
"The spirit of one thousand and two hundred meters, how could this Hanlong bear it? I watched Hanlong if he didn't surrender today, Mo Wentian, waiting for him is dead!"
"Mo Wentian really surprises us more and more. I think it is the wisest decision to let him be our leader!"
……
And at this moment, the disciples of the gods began to discuss.
They looked at Mo Wentian, and it was even more impressive.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe that Mo Wentian's strength was so terrifying.
At this moment, in their hearts, they were even very thankful that they obeyed Mo Qiu's words and asked Mo Wentian to enter the Shentian Mountain Range with them to experience.
"Hanlong, surrender!"
With an angry cry, Mo Wentian's 1,200-zhang soul, directly suppressed it.
At this moment, Mo Wentian stands proudly in the void, like a peerless king.
At the same time, a king-like pressure spread out from Mo Wentian.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body is even more terrifying.
"Ah..."
"No..."
……
And at the moment when Mo Wentian's 1,200 zhang soul was suppressed, Han Long screamed instantly.
Hanlong's soul is not comparable to Mo Wentian's soul. How can he stand Mo Wentian's 1200 zhang soul.
"Slave God Seal!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian let out a cold sigh, and quickly slapped one by one with his hands.
Along with the printing of these seals, a word for slave appeared in the void.
Above the word for slave, a series of primitive and boundless auras spread out.
Immediately, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and with a wave of his hands, the slave **** seal fell directly towards Hanlong's eyebrows.
"Ah..."
"No..."
……
The screams resounded again, and I saw the figure of Hanlong rolling on the ground, as if he was suffering from great pain at this moment.
"Mo Wentian, do you want to suppress this cold dragon forcibly?"
Mo Qiu walked towards Mo Wentian, his expression indifferent.
"It's best to suppress the cold dragon first, this cold dragon is still useful!"
The icy voice sounded, and an extremely cold light appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.