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Chapter 2146: Two Thousand and Twenty Two
"Improve success immediately?"
Listening to the words of the old man in the ancient books, Phantom Tian's eyes looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes full of worry.
"Buzz ..."
And at the time of the illusion of fantasy, in the void, the countless mysterious powers have been gathered on the body of Mo Wentian.
Mo Wen asked that the nine immense dragon phantoms on the celestial body stopped circling at this moment.
A series of magic dragon phantoms creeped around Mo Wentian. They looked at Mo Wentian with a respectful look.
It looks like he was tamed by Mo Wentian.
"How is this going?"
"The breath of the boss ..."
Looking at this scene, Phantom Sky's eyes were full of doubts.
Originally Mo Wentian's body was breathless and the dragon phantom circled wildly, but at this moment everything seemed to be still, and there was no change at all.
This made Huan Tian's heart a bit worried.
There was no hesitation in the magic sky, and the figure flashed and disappeared in place.
When it appeared again, it had appeared beside Mo Wentian.
"Fantasy!"
Watching the fantasy sky appear beside him, Mo Wentian opened his eyes suddenly.
"Boss, you ... your physique, have you ascended successfully?"
Huan Tian froze for a moment, then recovered, and asked quickly.
"physique?"
"If my physique is displayed, the warrior at the peak of the Emperor, who wants to hurt me, is not so easy!"
Mo Wentian's mouth twitched slightly, and he raised a radian way.
"Boss, then ..."
"Then your physique has improved?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a swell came to Huantian's eyes, and a radian rose to his face.
"Yes!"
"My body is improved!"
"But my soul has not been promoted!"
A icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes raised a cold cold mango.
Speaking of the soul, Mo Wentian's expression dimmed instantly.
At this moment, Mo Wentian, after passing through the rivers and rivers of the Forgotten River, has indeed ascended to the perfection of the sixth-level Kowloon Eucharist, the sixth floor of the immortal.
Now Mo Wentian is merely showing his physique, and the people at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor want to hurt him, not so easy.
But his spirit was still immobile at the moment, which made Mo Wentian feel dissatisfied.
"Divine Soul has not improved?"
"Boy, I can't eat hot tofu!"
"This ascension cultivation is naturally a step by step, your body is successfully upgraded, and then you can upgrade your soul!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's bleak look, the phantom of the old man of ancient books appeared beside Mo Wentian.
Taking a step forward, the old man of the ancient book reached out and patted Mo Wentian's shoulder, the corner of his mouth slightly twitched, and raised a touch of arc.
"Predecessors of ancient books, how can I raise my soul?"
"The waters of this long river of forgetting the river seem to have a great effect on my soul!"
Listening to the old book old man, Mo Wentian looked at the old book old man with a serious expression on his face.
"Forget the rivers and rivers have little effect on your soul?"
"Boy, this forgotten river is for the average person, but it is the best soul, not to mention that it can be lifted by hundreds of feet, and it can be easily lifted by dozens of feet!"
"Your kid often uses the spirit of the gods, but you know, although the spirit of the gods has only been raised by dozens of feet, but in terms of distance, that is the distance between life and death!"
The look of the old man in the ancient book, at this moment, suddenly became serious.
"A few dozen people raise the average person?"
"Predecessors of ancient books, how much can my soul improve?"
Wen Yan, Mo Wentian's eyes, flashed a flash of light, could not help asking.
"Boy, how much you can improve your soul, this is not what I can know!"
"I'm just telling you that this forgotten river can lift your soul!"
"It's just that this soul has risen, you have to experience the pain of forgetting the river's long river water refinement, and more!"
"That physique promotes the suffering of tempering, and in the face of the suffering of the soul's tempering, it can only be called drizzle!"
The look of the old man in ancient books is very serious.
"The pain of refining the soul is stronger than the physique?"
Listening to the old man's words, Mo Wentian's brow furrowed, lowering his voice.
"how?"
"Boy, are you scared?"
"Are you trying to flinch?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a complex eye rose in the eyes of the old man of ancient books.
"Withdraw?"
"I didn't flinch these two words in Mo Wentian's dictionary!"
Clang's powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of firmness.
"well!"
"Boy, you didn't let me down!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's firm face, a look of admiration rose from the eyes of the old man.
"Buzz ..."
The next moment, I saw Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place.
When it reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had reappeared in the river of the Forgotten River.
"Boy, bring all the power to the soul!"
"Your spirit will start to grow soon!"
"It's just that your soul grows and you have to suffer!"
"The refining of the soul is much more dangerous than the refining of the body. Your kid must not come out of the river of forgetting the river before the soul stops growing!
"If you come out, your kid's soul, let alone be promoted, you will be repulsed by the spirit!"
Watching Mo Wentian appear in the long river of Wangchuan, in the eyes of the old man of ancient books, there was a flash of light and a serious expression on his face.
"Before the soul comes out before it stops growing, will it be repulsed?"
With a whisper in his mouth, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a doubt.
"Boy, remember what I said!"
"Stabilize your mind, your soul, distance, don't take too long!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's somewhat puzzled look, a glimmer of light flashed through the eyes of the old man.
"Thank you for your guidance from the seniors of ancient books!"
Mo Wentian gave a small salute to the old man of the ancient book.
At the next moment, Mo Wentian closed his eyes directly, stabilized his mind, and fell into cultivation.
"Buzz ..."
Mo Wentian puts all the power on the soul of the according to what the old man said.
The old man in the ancient books is right, this soul refining is more painful than the body refining.
Mo Wentian's brows were all clumped together at the moment.
But it was only for a moment, Mo Wentian's brows, and he spread out.
"The pain of the soul's refining, this kid can withstand so easily!"
"It seems that I have a new understanding of this kid!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's eyebrows spread out, the old man's eyes flickered with light.
But at the moment in the long river of forgetting the river, Mo Wentian gathered all the forces toward the soul.
And as the power gathered towards the soul, Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot spirit, really started to shake at the moment.
This made Mo Wentian's heart rise abruptly.
"My soul is really shaking!"
"It seems that the water of the forgotten river can really lift my soul!"
Mo Wentian said secretly.
"Buzz ..."
At the same time, the nine stars in Mo Wentian's body circled rapidly at the moment.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's breath fluctuated.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
Mo Wentian's breath is getting stronger and stronger.
Originally Mo Wentian's soul of 1,200 feet grew up at the moment.
"One thousand two hundred and ten feet, one thousand two hundred and twenty feet ..."
The old man in the ancient book looked at Mo Wentian in the long river of Wangchuan, and his eyes lit up with a bright light.
Mo Wentian's soul grew rapidly at the speed he could see.