Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 1743: The fear of the eight-armed apes

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Chapter 1743 The fear of the eight-armed ape

"Are these millions of years old, are they like this?"

At this moment, another figure appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

This figure is the old man of God Orb.

"Senior Shenzhu, where have you been?"

"How are you now?"

As soon as I thought of the old man of God Orb, in Mo Wentian's eyes, a complex and incomparable light appeared, and his heart secretly said.

"Boy, I'm really sorry, I forgot!"

At this moment, the old man from ancient books smiled awkwardly.

"Predecessors of ancient books, thank you for your reminder!"

Listening to the words of the old man from the ancient book, Mo Wentian recovered in an instant, his eyes flashed and he said sincerely.

"Boy, solve your business quickly. You can't stay in this palace. You'd better take what your kid wants and leave quickly!"

The next moment, as if thinking of something, a light flashed in the eyes of the old man from the ancient book.

"Take what I want and leave?"

"Senior ancient book, do you mean there is danger in this palace?"

Hearing this, a touch of doubt rose in Mo Wentian's eyes, and his expression instantly became serious.

"Boy, there are some things you will know!"

After pondering for a while, the voice of the old man from the ancient book came slowly.

Just from the voice of the old man in the ancient book, Mo Wentian had a premonition that it must not be easy in this palace.

Otherwise, the old man in ancient books would not say so.

"Predecessors of ancient books..."

Listening to this old man from the ancient book, Mo Wentian opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"It doesn't matter, since seniors in ancient books asked me to solve it quickly, then I can solve it quickly!"

Speaking to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed lightly.

The next moment, Mo Wentian did not hesitate at all, his figure flashed, standing proudly in the void, looking at the eight-armed ape, a complicated gaze rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

The old man in the ancient book said that the spirit of the eight-armed ape is only eight hundred feet, but his spirit is another thousand feet.

Although it is only two hundred feet away, there is a huge difference in the power of the soul.

It can be said that it is easy for Mo Wentian to suppress it.

"Boy, you..."

"What do you want to do?"

Looking at Mo Wentian standing proudly in the void, a bad premonition rose in the heart of the eight-armed ape.

Can't tell why, at this moment, his body trembled.

"What do you want to do?"

"If you don't surrender, the emperor will just make you surrender!"

The cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian's power was rolling.

At the same time, Mo Wentian's breath rose rapidly.

The strength of the eight-armed ape is indeed pretty good. To subdue this person is a great help to his strength in the Heaven Devouring God Realm.

After all, in his Heaven Devouring God Realm, his strength is still too low at this moment.

If the eight-armed ape is a strong man in the late Tianzun period, this is naturally different, at least it can help him solve some problems.

Thinking about this, Mo Wentian secretly made up his mind.

"Just make me surrender?"

"Boy, I think you are dreaming!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the eight-armed ape's eyes surged with anger, and his aura surged.

That's what I said, but the heart of the eight-armed ape was trembling at this moment.

He always feels that Mo Wentian in front of him is not simple.

The figure of the eight-armed ape flashed, leaving the rest of the arm, making a fist and blasting towards Mo Wentian.

But deep in his eyes, there was a complex light flashing.

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

It seems that he remembered something, Mo Wentian looked at the eight-armed ape, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he changed the subject.

"Forcibly suppress me with my soul?"

The eight-armed monkey, his look was slightly surprised.

At this moment, a bad premonition rose in the heart of the eight-armed ape.

Mo Wentian in front of him seemed to be no longer a warrior in the mid-term emperor, but a peerless powerhouse, at least the existence he looked up to.

This figure, at this moment, caused a trace of fear in his heart.

"If you don't take the initiative to surrender, it's no wonder this emperor!"

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

The next moment, Mo Wentian's one-thousand-zhang soul, instantly enveloped the Eight-armed Ape.

"Soul!"

"Suppression!"

Although the eight-armed ape’s cultivation has reached the late stage of Tianzun, his soul is only eight hundred feet, and the eight hundred feet of the soul is still not enough in front of Mo Wentian.

"Rumble..."

As the spirit of Mo Wentian enveloped the eight-armed monkey, the six arms of the eight-armed monkey were released instantly.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, the eight-armed ape on the opposite side didn't even have the slightest resistance. His knees softened and he knelt directly on the ground.

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

There was blood in his mouth, looking at Mo Wentian, the eyes of the eight-armed apes were even more shocked.

"You..."

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

At this moment, even the eight-armed ape trembled.

Mo Wentian's spirit reached a thousand feet, which was beyond the expectations of the eight-armed apes.

Be aware that the average martial artist in the emperor's realm, even if his cultivation reaches the emperor's perfection, his soul is only five or six hundred feet.

But Mo Wentian in front of him, his cultivation level was not in the mid-term emperor's realm, but his spirit reached a thousand feet.

This is two hundred feet higher than his spirit.

In front of Mo Wentian, his eight-hundred-zhang soul did not even have the slightest power to resist.

Mo Wentian's spirit is so strong, how can the eight-armed ape's heart not be surprised?

"The emperor gave you a chance, but you didn't surrender!"

"Do you really think that you are the emperor's opponent?"

Looking at the eight-armed ape, Mo Wentian said indifferently.

"Boy, you..."

It's okay if Mo Wentian didn't say this. As soon as he said this, the eight-armed ape felt immensely angry, but there was a touch of fear in his eyes.

At the same time, the eight-armed ape's body is also struggling frantically. He wants to break free from the shackles of Mo Wentian's soul power.

But no matter how hard he struggles, he can't get rid of the slightest. It seems that this psychic power has locked him in.

"In front of the emperor, either one is oneself or one is dead!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were terrifyingly cold, almost directly freezing people.

"Be yourself? Or you will be dead?"

"Boy, you are too arrogant!"

"Do you know who I am?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the eight-armed ape trembled.