Chapter 1834: The horrible old man

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Chapter 1834: Old Books' Terrible
"Buzz ..."
I saw that in the void, the phantom of the old man of ancient books is much clearer than before, but it is still very illusory.
But at this moment, the phantom of the old man from the ancient books, the strength of his body was enhanced.
"Ask Brother Tian!"
Tian Hu, not far away at the moment, looked at Mo Wentian, but couldn't help feeling distressed.
At this moment, Tianhu's heart even wanted to share for him.
But she couldn't, she couldn't share it, and the pain could only be borne by Tianwen.
Thinking in this way, Tianhu's eyes flashed a complex light, and his expression dimmed.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
"Boy, can you hold on?"
The old man of ancient books opened his eyes, watching Mo Wentian's body was soaked with sweat, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, he couldn't help asking.
"Old Books Seniors!"
"I can hold on!"
Mo Wentian even gave a slight grin to his mouth and raised a radian, pretending to be calm.
"Boy, I won't let you take too long!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's pretending look of calmness, in the eyes of the old man of ancient books, there was a flash of complicated light in his eyes, the secret way in his heart.
"Booming ..."
The next moment, among the hands of the old man of the ancient books, a tens of times more terrible suction than before.
That suction went towards Mo Wentian.
Mo Wentian's breath quickly moved towards the old man of ancient books.
"Huh ..."
"How can this pain be several times stronger than before!"
Feeling the pain in that distance, Mo Wentian murmured to himself, Mo Wentian's brow was tightened.
Mo Wentian's body, on that clothes, was not soaked with sweat, but blood.
Countless blood leaked out from the meridian of Mo Wentian.
"Ask Brother Tian!"
Looking at this Mo Wentian, Tianhu's heart felt a distress.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
...
At this moment, Xiao Yao and Xuan Tian, ​​not far away, are also full of worry.
"Neither of you need to worry!"
"This kid has a god-killer, and it is impossible to die!"
"It's just the pain he's endured, it's really strong!"
Looking at the worried face of Tianhu and Xiaoxuan Huantian, the old man of ancient books said in a deep voice.
Listening to the words of the old man from the ancient books, Tianhu and others just rested a little.
But their eyes were still looking at Mo Wentian at this moment, their eyes did not blink, they seemed to be afraid of missing something.
"How can this ancient book predecessor absorb so much more power than the Shenzhu predecessor!"
"If I don't have a god-killer, I'm afraid I've become a dead body!"
Taking a sip of cold air, Mo Wentian's eyes rose up with awe-inspiring.
But the next moment, Mo Wentian focused all his attention on the Devourer of Heaven.
"Buzz ..."
But at this moment, in the void, the phantom of the old man of the ancient book flashed, his hand waved, and a panacea floated on the void.
With the advent of this elixir, a powerful force spread.
"Boy, this is violent blood, you quickly refining!"
With a cold drink, the violent blood dan went to Mo Wentian.
"Blood Dan?"
Looking at that elixir, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a light, but he did not refine immediately.
"Boy, this violent blood can increase the strength of your body!"
"If you don't refine, your kid can't bear it!"
The old man of ancient books seemed to see Mo Hetian's hesitation. The old man of ancient books flashed a light and said in a deep voice.
Listening to the old man of the ancient books, Mo Wentian thought that the old man of the ancient books had followed him for so long, and the things the old man of the ancient books did are always for his good.
Thinking like this, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate in the slightest, refining that violent blood dan.
"Booming ..."
With Mo Wentian refining that violent blood Dan, Mo Wentian's breath quickly grew.
Mo Wentian's complexion was restored to rosy.
"Boy, I'm going to suck!"
Just then, the voice of the old man from the ancient books came again.
At the same time, the other hand of the old man of the ancient books reached out to Mo Wentian.
With the old man's hand reaching out, a powerful suction moved away towards Mo Wentian, and the power in Mo Wentian quickly disappeared.
Mo Wentian just felt a sense of weakness coming.
At this moment, Mo Wentian had just recovered a rosy complexion and paled again.
The pain of this ecstasy is more than ten times stronger than it was just now.
Mo Wentian's breath suddenly plummeted.
Subconsciously, Mo Wentian resisted the suction of the old man of ancient books.
"Boy, don't fight!"
"Rebelling against the pain you endured will only be stronger!"
Feeling that Mo Wentian is rebelling, the old man of ancient books flashes a cold, cold voice.
"The pain of resistance is stronger?"
"Old books, you have absorbed too much power!"
Listening to the words of Shen Zhu, Mo Wentian returned to the Word of God instantly.
"Boy, don't worry, I have a sense!"
"Although you have suffered more, but you have the God of Devourer, the power in your body cannot be exhausted at all!"
The voice of the old man from ancient books came again.
"God Eater!"
Listening to the old man of ancient books, Mo Wentian flashed a faint light in his eyes.
With a cold drink, don't ask the angel to go all out to start the Devourer.
"Booming ..."
With Mo Wentian's full power running to eat the of heaven, Mo Wentian, a terrible and boundless power, instantly rose.
The resentment within tens of thousands of days of complaining against heaven, gathered frantically towards Mowentian.
"Buzz ..."
Countless resentments turned into Mo Qi when approaching Mo Wentian, and entered Mo Wu Tian's body, but it was quickly swallowed up.
"call……"
Mo Wentian sighed softly, Mo Wentian was slightly relieved.
With the full power of Tianshenjue, Mo Wentian felt that the pressure in his body was relieved a lot.
But the terrible suction from the phantom in the void was not reduced at all.
"What is the Lord doing? Why are we all resentment towards the heavens!"
"Why do the masters absorb these resentments, what does the masters want?"
"Does n’t the Lord want to absorb all of our resentment against Heaven, right?"
"No, the Lord is not a person who cultivates with grudges. This grudge is of no use to him!"
"Yeah, it's not a person who cultivates resentment, let alone it is useless to him, and resentment will hurt him!"
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Feeling the countless grievances, gathered in the hall, countless disciples who complained about the heavens, all started talking.
Their eyes looked at the hall, their eyes full of doubt.