Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1703: Do your best

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Chapter 1703 Do your best

"He is really the kid Mo Wentian, I heard that kid directly rejected the Mo Wentian invited by Elder Ju Yi as a disciple?"

"This kid is too arrogant. If this is replaced by someone else, then the elder Ju Yi who crying for grandpa and begging grandma would not accept him as a disciple, but unexpectedly, this kid dared to openly reject elder Ju Yi. Invite!"

"Yes, this kid is still the little ant that just came from the ancient relics of the world about the size of Qitianjie!"

"I really don't know what this kid thinks. To be able to be a disciple of Elder Ju Yi, even in the top three of the world, he must give Elder Ju Yi a bit of face!"

"If the opportunity is lost, there will be no opportunity. Don't come when the opportunity is not lost!"

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Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the ten people looked at each other, their eyes were full of shock.

They never thought that the arrogant person in front of them was Mo Wentian.

You know, recently, Mo Wentian's name has spread throughout most of the Celestial Realm, even if they don't want to know it.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"Elder Ju Yi's direct disciple, you dare to refuse, it seems I want to take a look at you!"

With a light cough, Po Yu took a step forward again, her eyes shrank suddenly, and her face was cold.

At this moment, Poyu's heart is even more envious.

You know, his cultivation is about to break through to the mid-term Tianzun realm, and Mo Wentian is just a warrior in the mid-term Emperor.

The difference between a big realm is simply a difference between heaven and underground.

Don't say it's him, even if it is a warrior in any world in this world, who doesn't want to be a personal disciple of Elder Ju Yi, that's a personal disciple!

If Poyu was given this opportunity, he wouldn't even think about it, so he just agreed!

He really couldn't understand why Elder Ju Yi chose Mo Wentian as his personal disciple!

Thinking about this, Poyu's heart is full of doubts.

Can't tell why, at this moment, in Poyu's heart, the feeling of rising for Mo Wentian in front of him again came up, Mo Wentian must not be easy!

Otherwise, how could Elder Ju Yi fall in love with him and accept him as a direct disciple!

"Squeak..."

Looking at Mo Wentian, Poyu's eyes couldn't hide the jealousy.

The hands hanging down on both sides could not help but clenched tightly, and the joints creaked.

"You don't need to look at the emperor with admiration, you just need to know that the emperor is not something you can provoke!"

"Ant, surrender to the emperor!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian looked at the change of expression and soul, and a complex gaze flashed in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.

After finishing speaking, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and the spirit unfolded directly.

The thousand-zhang soul, instantly shrouded over the soul of Poyu.

"It's not good, it's the soul suppression!"

"How can this kid's spirit be so strong!"

With the power of Mo Wentian's spirits, toward the suppression of Poyu, Poyu's expression changed drastically.

A bad premonition rose instantly, and a breath of death enveloped him even more.

"Ants, your soul, but 800 feet, you will not be the opponent of this emperor!"

"It is your right choice to surrender to the emperor honestly!"

Looking at Po Yu's panicked look, Mo Wentian's mouth grinned slightly, and it even raised a curve.

"Want me to submit to you and dream!"

His eyes shrank suddenly, and a cold light flashed in Poyu's eyes, angrily said.

"Ant, the emperor has given you the opportunity. Since you don't want it, then no wonder the emperor!"

"Suppression by the Soul!"

Looking at Poyu still doing this resistance, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly became cold and angrily said.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's terrifying power of divine soul spread directly into the divine soul of Poyu.

"Puff..."

As soon as Mo Wentian's soul power entered, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Poyu's mouth.

"If you don't surrender, then die!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's spirit became stronger.

Actually, Mo Wentian didn't really want to kill Poyu.

When first coming to this world of immortality, what Mo Wentian needs most is strength, and Poyu in front of him is a plastic talent. It is useful for Mo Wentian to keep it!

But these Poyu don't know, he only knows that he can't bear this terrible power of the soul.

His pride was completely defeated by this terrifying power of the soul at this moment.

"I..."

"I am willing to surrender!"

Suddenly, Poyu looked at Mo Wentian, and spit out a few words from his mouth, as if these words require a lot of effort.

"Puff..."

After finishing speaking, Po Yu knelt directly on the ground.

"It seems that you are still acquainted!"

Looking at Poyu who was kneeling on the ground, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised an arc.

"Since you have surrendered, let's be happy!"

I seemed to remember something, Mo Wentian looked at Poyu and shouted coldly.

"Be happy?"

Listening to the words "Happy God", Poyu's expression changed again.

"How?"

"Is this unwilling to let go?"

Looking at Poyu's dumbfounded appearance, Mo Wentian said with a cold expression.

"I am willing to let go!"

"I let go!"

Poyu's eyes are full of horror.

Mo Wentian's divine power shrouded his divine soul, but it was terrifying.

That terrible soul, as if it could shatter his soul, he was really scared!

He was afraid that Mo Wentian would really shatter his soul and behead him!

"Slave God Seal!"

As soon as Poyu let go, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted coldly.

Immediately, Mo Wentian slapped one after another.

The next moment, I saw a primitive slave character in the void.

As the word slave appeared, a vast and boundless breath spread instantly.

"Success!"

With a stern cry, the slave **** mark moved directly towards Poyu's eyebrows.

"Ah..."

Po Yu's whole person is rolling on the ground endlessly, as if he is suffering from great pain at this moment.

"Ah..."

In Poyu's eyes, there was a lot of horror, and a series of screams resounded.

Fifteen minutes later, Po Yu's screams stopped.

The next moment, Po Yu got up from the ground and knelt down in front of Mo Wentian respectfully.

"Master!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Poyu's face was full of respect.

It looked like an obedient dog, afraid to show any disrespect to Mo Wentian.

"Get up!"

Mo Wentian looked indifferent.

The slight support of the hand, an upward force, made Poyu's body unable to help stand up.

"Thank you, master!"

Slightly stunned for a while, after recovering, Po Yu said in a hurry.