Chapter 443

"This Nine Soul Art..."

Mo Wentian's eyes shone with light, while Hu Chong beside him...

But he looked at the jade slip in Mo Wentian's hand with a frenzied expression.

I opened my mouth to say something...

But in the end, Hu Chong didn't say a word.

"Brother left behind these things..."

"But what else did you say?"

Looking at Mo Shou, Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.

"this……"

Mo Shou paused for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"The patriarch only left this thing, he told us to forge the flesh body and demon soul here, and wait for the return of the emperor!"

"Wait for my return..."

Mo Wentian's eyes began to flicker.

"Brother..."

"How did you know I was coming!"

Mo Wentian muttered to himself, for some reason, Mo Wenchen became more and more mysterious in Mo Wentian's heart.

As if on him...

Hidden countless secrets!

"You guys, step back first!"

Looking at Mo Shou, Mo Wentian said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Emperor!"

Mo Shou waved his hand, and in the next moment, dozens of figures returned to the soul tree again!

"Don't ask God..."

Hu Chong, walk up to Mo Wentian.

"Hu Chong, this is the Nine Soul Art..."

"It's useless for me to hold this thing, you can take it!"

Mo Wentian threw the Nine Soul Art to Hu Chong.

The current Mo Wentian has the Blood Soul Art, and by practicing the Blood Soul Art, Mo Wentian's soul can be improved enough.

If you practice the Nine Soul Art again!

On the contrary, it is even more difficult!

"Give me……"

Hu Chong was slightly taken aback.

"Hu Chong, pay homage to Master!"

At this moment, Hu Chong knelt down suddenly.

He bowed nine times and knelt down three times to Mo Wentian, and then, respectfully, passed the Nine Soul Art in Mo Wentian's hands, followed by.

"You are..."

Mo Wentian paused for a moment, then smiled...

spread from the corner of the mouth.

"Hu Chong, I will replace my elder brother today..."

"Accept your disciple!"

Looking at Hu Chong, Mo Wentian said with a chuckle.

"Thank you uncle!"

Hu Chong said quickly and respectfully.

"This kid..."

Mo Wentian smiled slightly, Hu Chong's talent is definitely top notch.

If you can cultivate the Heart Attack Sword to the peak, if you refine it a little bit, Hu Chong...

Will definitely become a generation of pride!

"Uncle..."

Xiaojiao, watching Hu Chong's eyeballs began to roll.

"Don't keep!"

"The disciple is here!"

Mo Shou hurriedly walked up to Mo Wentian.

"This extremely dark place, how many..."

"My Mo family disciple?"

Looking at Mo Shou, Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.

"My lord, more than a thousand disciples of the Mo family have fallen in this extremely dark place, but among these more than a thousand people, only my disciples guarding the Jiange have left their remnant souls!"

"Others have completely fallen!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Mo Shou said in a deep voice.

"More than a thousand people..."

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of murderous intent suddenly appeared.

"The remaining disciples with remnant souls..."

"There are many?"

Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.

"I report to the emperor, in the sword pavilion I guard, there are twenty-seven disciples with remnant souls left behind, of which nine are the perfect sword emperors, and the peak sword emperors..."

"There are seventeen people, and finally, it's me!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Mo Shou said hastily.

"More than one thousand……"

"There are only twenty-seven people left!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the cold air was boundless.

For this enmity, he will find Renhuang Jianmen...

Count slowly!

"correct……"

"What is your current strength?"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"I……"

Mo Shou paused for a moment, then smiled.

"I have practiced in this extremely dark place for thousands of years, and now my body is comparable to that of a false sword god at the second level!"

"As for strength, it's comparable to a pseudo-god powerhouse around the third to fourth level!"

"Three to fourfold false god powerhouse!"

Mo Wentian, the light in his eyes soared.

The most lacking thing in the current Heaven Devouring God Kingdom is the powerhouse of false gods.

With the help of Mo Shou and others, the Heaven Devouring Kingdom...

Only then can we not be afraid of the mountain of God!

"Emperor, although our strength is good, we are monsters after all. If we have countless yin energy to replenish our physique, our physique is comparable to immortality, but if we go out..."

"Our strength will drop a little!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Mo Shou said in a deep voice.

"Drop some..."

Mo Wentian frowned slightly.

"Emperor, if there is a soul tree..."

"We'll be fine!"

At this moment, Mo Shou spoke again.

"Soulwood..."

Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the huge soul tree.

"The soul tree has grown here for thousands of years, and it is now comparable to an ordinary peak emperor weapon. If it is refined a little, it will definitely not be inferior to a fake artifact!"

"It turned out to be so, then I will use this soul tree..."

"Refined into twenty-seven coffins!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the light soared.

Thousands of years have passed, and the emperor swords of Mo Shou and others have long been corrupted by these yin qi.

Coincidentally, these disciples guarding the sword pavilion...

There is one weapon missing.

"Question Sword..."

"Buzz..."

The Wentian Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's palm.

"You go back first!"

Mo Wentian sneered at Mo Shou and the others.

"Back off!"

"yes!"

A group of figures quickly retreated from the soul tree.

"Sword Potian..."

"cut!"

"Buzz..."

As soon as the sword came out, a vast and boundless sword intent spread from Mo Wentian's body.

This sword intent seemed to destroy everything.

"What a strong sword intent..."

Hu Chong looked at Mo Wentian in shock.

Although they confronted Mo Wentian just now, there was not much killing intent between the two of them!

Mo Wentian shot, but also kept a hand!

And Hu Chong...

Didn't do my best either!

"Crack..."

A crisp sound came, and the hundred-foot-high soul tree fell down directly.

At the same time, waves of incomparably terrifying extreme yin power gathered towards the soul tree!

"Emperor Fire..."

"Show yourself!"

"bump……"

After playing a seal formula, a purple flame spread out from Mo Wentian's hand.

"Little Jiao..."

"Help me!"

Mo Wentian gave a cold shout to Xiaojiao.

"Yes, boss!"

"Roar……"

With a roar, Xiaojiao's body directly turned into its own body.

For a moment, an incomparably terrifying dragon power entered Mo Wentian's body.

"Emperor Fire..."

"Calcination!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the light exploded, purple flames...

Crazy spread.

"Still not enough..."

But at this moment, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.

I saw Mo Wentian type out a seal formula, and the next moment, a fiery red little guy...

It landed on Mo Wentian's shoulders.

"Boss, my name is Xiaoyan..."

"what's the matter?"

Little guy, seems to be a little confused...

"Xiao Yan..."

"Help me refine this soul tree!"

Looking at Xiao Yan, Mo Wentian said coldly.

"Refining Soul Tree..."

Xiaoyan's eyes fell on the hundred-foot-high soul tree.

Immediately with a wave of his hand, the next moment, a wave of imperial fire comparable to the peak enveloped the soul tree!

"Well done!"

Mo Wentian, with a slight joy in his eyes, followed by seals one by one...

Into the soul tree!