Chapter 1902: Turtle old surrender

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Chapter 1902
"Boy, the spirit of this old tortoise couldn't have been more than 800 feet before!"
"Now his spirit is only eight hundred feet, and your kid wants to suppress it. It's very easy!"
At this moment, the voice of the old man of ancient books came to mind.
"Thank you for reminding our seniors!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a faint light.
"Boy, you have to settle the matter of Ming Hai this day!"
"A lot of things await you!"
The next moment, it seemed to be remembering something. In the eyes of the old man of ancient books, there was a flash of refined light and a deep voice.
"Ok!"
Mo asked Tianqing, and nodded.
"Boy, die!"
And at this moment, Gui Gui's ruthless voice sounded louder.
I saw that the speed of the turtle's old accelerated quickly, as if the next moment, Mo Wentian will be crushed into pieces.
When Gui Lao said this, Mo Wentian was calm and sat down cross-legged.
It looked as if the turtle in front of him was not always in his eyes.
"You'll be killed by this old turtle!"
Looking at Mo Wentian sitting cross-legged, Long You's eyes were full of words, could not help saying.
"Hit me?"
"He doesn't have that ability yet!"
Listening to Long You's remarks, Mo Wentian gave a slight grin and raised a radian of the road.
"Boy, it seems you still have a little self-knowledge, knowing that you can't beat me, sit down and wait for death!"
"well!"
Looking at Mo Wentian sitting cross-legged, Gui old thought that Mo Wentian was scared, and then he laughed wildly. In the words, he was extremely ridiculous.
"Sit down and wait for death?"
"It's not the emperor who died!"
"Soul suppression!"
Mo Wentian looked at the elder Turtle who was coming soon, and the radian of the corner of his mouth was getting thicker.
But the next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, and looked cold.
"Buzz ..."
Immediately afterwards, Mo Wentian's 1,200-footed spirit directly shone towards Guilao.
"No, it's the soul suppression!"
"How can this kid's spirit be so strong!"
As Mo Wentian's spirit power suppressed him towards Guilao, his look suddenly changed.
At the same time, a kind of bad hunch in Guilong's heart rose instantly, and a breath of death came over him.
At this moment, Turtle's body shivered.
In his heart, it is even more extraordinary.
You must know that in front of you, you can only ask the Heavenly Emperor to complete the emperor, and the warrior in the emperor's realm will not exceed five hundred feet at most.
But Mo Wentian in front of him, the power of this radiating soul is stronger than his spirit of eight hundred feet.
This makes Gui Lao's heart not surprised?
"Old tortoise, your spirit, but eight hundred feet, you will not be the opponent of this emperor!"
"I see that your strength is pretty good, give you a chance to surrender to this!"
Looking at Turtle's panic-like appearance, Mo Wentian's mouth, the rising radian, became richer.
The old man's repair is that although he has reached the perfect state of the Supreme Master, the old man's soul is only 800 feet.
The spirit of Babaizhang is only four hundred feet away from Mowentian's spirit.
But the difference of four hundred feet is quite different.
It can be said that this old turtle is simply impossible to be Mo Wentian's opponent.
"The spirit of eight hundred feet, isn't it your opponent?"
"Submit?"
At this moment, Longyou, not far away, was full of eyes.
You know, the turtle in front of you is a million-year-old turtle. His cultivation has reached the perfection of Tianzun hundreds of thousands of years ago.
And Mo Wentian's cultivation is just the emperor's successful state.
The emperor's cultivation of the perfect state, but said that the supreme strong man is not his opponent, how arrogant!
At this moment, in the heart of Long You, there was a touch of admiration for Mo Wentian.
He is a man pursuing martial arts, but he has never been so arrogant, in fact, in his heart, he also wanted to be so proud.
"Boy, want me to surrender to you, dream!"
Gui Lao looked at Mo Wentian, and a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Old turtle, the chance has been given to you by the emperor. Since you don't want it, you can't blame the emperor!"
"The pain of this soul suppression, but you have to bear it!"
"Soul suppression!"
Seeing the old turtle still resisting, Mo Wentian looked cold.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's terrible soul power spread directly into Guilong's soul.
"puff……"
At the moment Mo Motian entered the power of the soul, a spit of blood spewed out from the mouth of the old turtle.
"This ... is this impossible?"
"How come your spirit ..."
"How could it reach 1,200 feet?"
At this moment, Mo Wentian's 1,200 feet of spirits has been completely shrouded in his spirits.
At this moment, the old turtle has also understood the soul of Mo Wentian, which has reached a terrible 1,200 feet.
Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of magnificence.
His body shuddered at this moment.
The emperor's consummation has reached 1,200 feet.
You know, he is a powerful man with perfect heaven, and his spirit is only eight hundred feet!
But I ca n’t ask the sky, a complete warrior of the emperor, but his soul reached 1,200 feet.
Not to mention he hasn't seen it, even in ancient times, he has never heard of it.
"what?"
"A hundred and twenty feet soul?"
Listening to Gui Lao's words, Longyou not far away, his body took several steps back, his eyes were full of incredible.
He wanted to explore the spirit, but his power was not near Mo Motian, he was shocked.
"It's terrible!"
"This is definitely beyond the thousands!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Long You's eyes were extremely impressive.
"If you don't submit, then die!"
And at this moment, watching Turtle Old had not yet surrendered.
The icy voice sounded, and the intensity of Mo Wentian's spirit became a little bigger.
Mo Wentian didn't want to kill the old turtle, he wanted the old turtle to submit.
Want to old turtle to become his people, for his use, now the most lack of strength in his Devouring Sword.
"puff……"
Suddenly, a bite of blood squirted out of Guilong's mouth again.
The soul of Mo Wentian is really terrible. He can't bear the power of this terrible soul.
His pride was completely defeated by this terrible spirit at this moment.
"I……"
"I'm willing to surrender!"
Suddenly, Gui Lao looked at Mo Wentian and spit out a few words from his mouth, as if these words required a lot of effort.
"Tongtong ..."
After speaking, in the void, Guilong's vast body disappeared.
Appearing in front of Mo Wentian was an old man. The old man looked at Mo Wentian, without any hesitation, kneeling directly on the ground.
"Submitted?"
"Every turtle is afraid of his strength and surrenders!"
"It seems my choice is correct!"
Looking at the turtles all kneeling on the ground to surrender, Long You's eyes flashed a complex light, and her heart was a little more fortunate.
"It looks like you're still acquainted!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian looked at the old tortoise kneeling on the ground, and Mo Wentian raised a radian from the corner of his mouth.
"Since you are willing to surrender, let go of it!"
Suddenly, what seemed to be remembered, Mo Wentian looked at the turtle old and yelled coldly.
"Relax?"
Listening to the four words of happy god, the old look of the turtle changed again.
His body was trembling even more.
"how?"
"Unwilling to let go?"
Looking at Guilong's dull look, Mo asked Tian coldly.
"I'm willing to let go!"
"I let go!"
Turtle's eyes were full of terror.
Do not ask Tiantian that the power of the soul that envelopes him is terrible.
The horrible one thousand and two hundred feet spirit seemed to be able to shatter his spirit. He was really afraid!
He was afraid that Mo Wentian would really shatter his soul. He had only left the soul. If Mo Wentian hurt his soul seriously, he would really disappear forever.