Chapter 1851: Symphony surrendered?

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Chapter 1851: Illusion Snake Surrendered
"Phantom snake, you're still acquaintance!"
"Let go of your mind!"
Mo Wentian looked at the snake, and his voice was extremely cold.
"Relax?"
Nana whispered in her mouth, and at this moment, the fantasy snake looked up at Mo Wentian, her brows frowned, but her heart hesitated.
What are the consequences of letting go of God, she knows well.
She is the patriarch of the grandiose snake family, and her illusion has always been her pride.
Even in terms of strength, she is a good presence in the Qitian Mountains.
Orally promised to submit to Mo Wentian, but unexpectedly, Mo Wentian even let her relax.
Once she was happy, her life and death could be controlled by Mo Wentian, which made her heart hesitate.
"how?"
"Do not let go of God?"
Just then, Mo Wentian's cold voice came.
Mo Wentian's eyes were looking at the magic snake at the moment, and the chill in his eyes was terrible.
"Phantom snake, willing to gamble to lose!"
"If you don't want to gain a foothold in the Qitian Mountains in the future, or if you choose to die, you can not submit!"
At this moment, the magic sky also stood out, looking at the fantasy snake, his face cold.
"Is the venomous snake surrendered? But the imaginary snake is cultivated to achieve the full existence of the Supreme Master!"
"Once her mind is released, her life and death are in the hands of this person!"
"If you don't surrender, the fantasy snake chief has only choices. How would she choose?"
"Submit, verbal surrender is already surrendering, and now there are only sublime surrenders!"
"The patriarch of fantasy snakes, is planted in the hands of this person today!"
...
Listening to Mo Wantian and Huan Tian's extremely cold voice, countless monsters, talked up.
Their eyes stared at Mo Wutian and the Phantom Snake without blinking.
"Magic snake, chance is only once!"
"You can't blame the emperor if you don't submit!"
The cold voice sounded again.
Mo Wentian stepped forward and walked towards the snake.
As Mo Wentian approached him step by step, an ominous premonition rose in the heart of the fantasy snake.
"This magic snake, the spirit is only nine hundred feet!"
And at this moment, as Mo Wentian's soul unfolded, the soul of this magic snake was also present in Mo Wentian's mind.
When the spirit of this illusion snake was detected to be no more than nine hundred feet, Mo Wentian could not help raising a radian.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Wentian's thousands of spirits went directly toward the snake.
"Thousands ... thousands of spirits!"
"This ... how is this possible?"
But at the moment when Mowen Tianshen was facing the magic snake, the magic snake stunned and fell to the ground.
Looking at Mo Wentian, in her eyes, it was incredible.
You have to know that in front of Mo Wentian, the cultivation is only in the middle of the emperor.
The thousands of gods that enveloped her spirits did not doubt at all, that was the gods who did not ask the sky.
It ’s just that Mo Wentian ’s cultivation is only in the middle of the emperor, but the spirit has reached a thousand feet. This spirit is stronger than the perfect spirit of her heavenly respect.
This makes the heart of the illusion snake not scared?
"Illusion, surrender?"
Just then, Mo Wentian's voice sounded again.
This is the last time Mo Wentian asked the magic snake. If this magic snake is not yet subject, Mo Wutian is impatient.
Although Mo Wentian wanted to subdue the illusion snake clan, and by the way the illusion snake clan would be subdued, but if the illusion snake clan was not subject, he wouldn't mind killing the person.
Thinking about this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold coldness.
"Submit!"
"I'm willing to surrender!"
With a bang, the fantasy snake kneeled in front of Mo Wentian.
"Relax!"
Mo Wentian looked at the snake with a cold face.
"Yes, I let go, I let go of God!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the magic snake instantly let go of his mind.
But the words of the imaginary snake, countless monsters, were extremely shocked.
"Let it go, the lord of the snakes really let go!"
"I really don't know what is terrible about this boy. The practice of the patriarch of the illusion snake has reached the perfection of the Supreme Master. Are you afraid of this middle-aged boy?
"Yeah, what's the difference between this happy and the dog who made this kid, is the head of this fantasy snake tribe kicked by a donkey?"
"The subjugation of the Phantom Snake, her Phantom Snake is about to change!"
"What kind of spirits did the patriarch of the serpent seem to say just now, did the kid's spirits reach thousands?
...
Countless monsters exploded.
At the same time, their hearts were puzzled.
They couldn't understand why Tian Zun's satirical patriarch of the snake had to surrender to Mo Wentian.
Is it for the face?
To them, fate is the most important thing. As for face, it's just a matter of postscript.
"Huh!"
And at this moment, the imaginary snake, listening to the sounds of discussion, raised a cold chill in his eyes.
The next moment, with a moan, blood spit from the snake's mouth.
"Boss, this illusion snake is afraid to be caught by the words of these monsters!"
"Your slave mark, do you want to be late ..."
Looking at the appearance of the magic snake, Xiao Yan's eyes flashed a faint light, a deep voice.
"No problem!"
Do not ask the look of heaven, extremely indifferent.
"Illusion snake, for your sake!"
"The Emperor will give you a seal of slave gods. One year, one year later, you can restore freedom!"
"But in this year, not only do you have to surrender to the emperor, but also your illusion snake family to surrender to the emperor?"
The next moment, it seemed to be remembering something. In the eyes of Mo Wentian, a dazzling ray of light rose up, cold voice.
"A year of slavery?"
"Okay, I promise you!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's remarks, the fangs of the long snake's mouth turned up a radian.
The snake chief had no hesitation, and agreed quickly.
"well!"
"Let's be happy!"
Looking at the magic snake in front of her, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed.
"Yes!"
The snake quickly let go.
"Shin of God!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate in the slightest, sighed coldly, and made countless seals directly into the void.
"Buzz ..."
With the countless seals coming out, in the void, a slave character appeared.
Above that slave character, an incomparably simple breath spread.
This slave character is the same as usual, but the size of the slave character is several times smaller than usual.
This is the mark of slavery that Mo Wentian made for only one year of enslaving a snake.
"go with!"
With a cold drink, Mo Wentian waved his hand.
The slave character in the void fell instantly towards the heart of the fantasy snake.
"what……"
As the slave character fell on the heart of the illusion snake, the illusion snake seemed to endure great pain and rolled up on the ground.