Chapter 1850: Surrender of the Illusion

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Chapter 1850
"Huh ..."
But the next moment, the magic snake snorted, blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
"Bendi knows you don't agree!"
"Don't bear it, don't bear it, you see how bad your internal injuries are!"
Looking at the appearance of the magic snake, Mo Wentian gave a slight grin and raised a wicked smile.
Mo Wentian knew very well that this fantasy snake was anxious.
I can't tell why, looking at the appearance of this kind of anger and trying hard to bear, Mo Wentian couldn't help laughing.
That looks like it seems to be something funny and can't stop.
"Boy, I don't want you to care!"
"You want me to show you the way to Qitian Valley, I promise you!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's unsmiling look, the anger in the imaginary snake's heart rose even more.
The next moment, the imaginary snake turned his head and said coldly without looking at Mo Wentian.
"Just promised the emperor to go to Qitian Valley to lead the emperor?"
"That's not enough!"
Mo Wentian coughed, and his expression became serious.
"Isn't it enough to show you the way myself?"
"What else do you want?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, there was a complex light flashing deep into the eyes of the fantasy snake.
At this moment, the fist of the magic snake couldn't help but clenched it, and the nails were all caught in the flesh.
"What else do you want?"
"What the Emperor doesn't want!"
"Just want you to surrender to Bendi, to be Bendi's dog!"
Do n’t ask God ’s expression, it ’s indifferent, and in the words, it ’s light and fluttering. It seems that this matter is extremely simple.
The magic snake in front of him, although the magic is much worse than the magic sky, but in general, the magic snake's strength is still good.
Now that he is officially lacking in strength, both Yitianjie and Yutianjie are bothering him. If he conquers the illusion snake.
Conquered, but not a fantasy snake clan, but the entire fantasy snake family.
This is simply the best thing for Mo Wentian.
Thinking about this, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with a very bright light.
"Submit you? Be your dog?"
"Boy, you really deserve yourself!"
"It's impossible, I won't obey you anyway, even if it's dead!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Han Mang's eyes flickered endlessly in the eyes of the fantasy snake.
The chilling voice sounded, and the position of the illusion snake was extremely firm.
"puff……"
But the next moment, a blood spurted out of the mouth of the illusion snake.
"The Emperor said long ago that it would anger you to explode. This hurts you internally. You hurt yourself!"
Watching the pale snake's face pale, Mo Wentian's mouth couldn't help but raise a touch of radian, and said with a smile on his face.
"Boy, you ..."
Mo Wentian didn't say this. It was okay. When Mo Wentian said something, the magic snake just felt a salty sweetness, and it surged up from his heart.
"puff……"
A bite of blood squirted again from the mouth of the fantasy snake.
For a long time, the face of the illusion snake was extremely pale.
The breath on the illusion snake also fell quickly.
Mo Wentian was right, the Phantom Snake was really choked out of internal injuries.
"Bondi gives you one last chance!"
"Submit to the Emperor!"
"Otherwise, Magic Sky, kill her!"
The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were terrible.
"Okay, boss!"
"Although my cultivation is not as good as hers, but imprisoning her in my imagination, it is still easy for her to be trapped without going out!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's remarks, Huantian quickly agreed without hesitation.
"Three breaths!"
"Unsubmit, then die!"
Mo Wentian looked at the snake, and his voice was so cold that he could freeze people.
At the same time, Mo Wentian's body, like a king of coercion, spread out, and shrouded toward the magic snake.
"The terrible king is overwhelming. This kid is really the emperor's realm?"
"This king of coercion is even more terrifying than our patriarch!"
"Will she be subject to the patriarch of the snake?"
"She will definitely surrender. Her illusion is not the opponent of that monster. If she does not surrender, she will only die!"
"The lord of the illusion snake is always arrogant, I don't think so!"
...
The terrible coercion struck, and countless monsters talked again.
At this moment, their eyes could not help but widen, looking at Mo Wentian and the magic snake.
They are waiting, waiting for the choice of the illusion snake patriarch. They want to see what the illusion snake choice is.
At this moment, they even forgot to ask Mo Tian how to deal with them.
"A breath!"
"Two breaths!"
"three……"
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and began to count his breath.
"I ... I'm willing to surrender!"
As soon as Mo Wentian counted three breaths, the voice of the imaginary snake came.
"It's your choice!"
"Bendi didn't force you!"
Looking at the imaginary snake kneeling in front of his eyes, Mo Wentian could not help raising a radian.
"No ... no!"
"I volunteered it!"
"I'm willing to surrender!"
"Just, before I surrender, can I know your identity? And your cultivation, is it really only the middle period of the emperor?"
At this moment, the body of the illusion snake trembled.
Suddenly, it seemed to be remembering something. In the eyes of the fantasy snake, there was a flash of light, and he couldn't help asking.
"Since you are about to submit!"
"It's okay for the emperor to tell you ..."
Mo Wentian looked at the serpent with an indifferent look.
But when Mo Tian asked the words, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a voice.
"Boss, your identity ..."
Xiao Yan looked at Mo Wentian, with a bit of worry in his eyes.
"Small sister, no problem!"
Mo Wentian slightly gestured towards Xiaoyan.
"Boss ..."
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiaoyan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"The Emperor is not asking questions!"
"As for Xiuwei, it's just the middle of the emperor!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the snake and said indifferently.
"I……"
"I surrender!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's remarks, the body of the imaginary snake looked a little bit again.
He groaned for a while, and spit out three words from his mouth with some difficulty.
"Submit, the Patriarch is really obedient!"
"Isn't the Phantom Snake willing to die rather than surrender? Why are you surrendering again?"
"She seemed to ask these two human questions right now!"
"Mo Wentian? This name seems to be familiar!"
"His cultivation is really only in the middle of the emperor. This person is terrible!"
...
Looking at the ridiculous appearance of the fantasy snake, countless monsters were immensely impressed.
When they looked at Mo Wentian, the light in those eyes changed.
What's more, their names for Mo Wentian changed.
At this moment, they have a kind of intuition in their hearts, and they are intimidating, and their strength is terrible.