Chapter 1133 The Secret of Huayue Firm

"Slave God Seal!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and quickly typed out seals one by one in his hand.

One by one seal formulas quickly formed one by one slave characters in the void, and above each of the slave characters, a simple and strange atmosphere permeated instantly.

"What's this?"

"Why do I feel that my soul seems to be drawn by something!"

"What the hell does this kid want to do?"

"Could it be that if we don't surrender, he will forcefully suppress us?"

...

One after another, looking at the nine characters of slave that appeared in the void, their eyes were full of impressive expressions.

At this moment, a bad premonition rose in their hearts.

They felt the aura above the word slave, which made their spirits tremble involuntarily.

But Mo Wentian in front of him, he is only in the middle stage of the Heavenly King, but his soul power...

"Boss, are you trying to force them to surrender?"

And looking at this scene, Xiaojiao's figure flashed, looked at Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice.

"This emperor doesn't have so much time to talk nonsense with them!"

"Suppress directly, if you don't submit, you will die!"

An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.

"Boss, your move is really powerful!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao couldn't help saying in admiration.

"Mighty?"

"If you don't make a decision when it's time to make a decision, you will regret it later!"

Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly.

"Boss, but the cultivation of these nine people is not low. If you forcibly suppress these nine people, can your soul bear it?"

Suddenly, Xiao Jiao seemed to remember something, looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a serious face.

"Emperor Nushen Yinben used only a few of my soul powers, and the power of each of these souls has reached the level of three hundred and fifty feet. Among them, whose soul can compete with this emperor?"

Hearing Xiaojiao's words, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth couldn't help raising a sinister arc, and his voice was extremely confident.

"Boss, if this is the case, then quickly suppress it!"

"After suppressing these bastards, we can go to join Huantian!"

Hearing what Mo Wentian said, Xiaojiao's worries were completely gone, and his brows were completely relaxed, and he hurriedly said.

"go!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, he gave a cold drink and pointed his finger.

In the void, the nine slave characters exuding a simple aura moved towards the brows of Mu Tuwu and the eight shopkeepers of Huayue Trading Company.

"Don't come over, this slave word, get the hell out of here!"

"No, this is the imprint of the soul!"

"This kid is going to impress us with a soul mark and make us surrender!"

"Leave quickly!"

...

As the word "servant" approached between their eyebrows, the figures suddenly understood.

The first time I realized it, I wanted to escape quickly.

But it was already too late, the word slave seemed to lock them, and fell directly between their eyebrows.

"ah……"

"ah……"

...

Immediately, one after another screams resounded instantly.

The nine figures, including Mu Tuwu, rolled on the ground as if they were suffering from great pain.

These words of slavery must remain in their hearts. If they resist, the pain will be even greater.

"This...how is this possible?"

"No……"

Suddenly, a startled scream sounded, and the aura of a shopkeeper of Huayue Trading Co., Ltd. began to dissipate.

Because of excessive resistance to Mo Wentian's divine soul power, the shopkeeper was directly imprinted by the slave god, crushed his mind, and finally died tragically under the slave god seal.

"died!"

"Senior Brother Mu Jin is dead!"

"What a terrifying power!"

...

Seeing that figure disappear, one after another exclamation sounded.

The remaining seven shopkeepers and Mu Tuwu looked very impressive. Seeing Mu Jin who died tragically on the ground, their hearts couldn't help trembling.

"If you still resist, the end will be the same as this person's end!"

Mo Wentian's eyes glanced coldly at everyone, and his voice was full of cold words.

"I let go!"

"I let go, don't kill me!"

"I let go too!"

...

Mo Wentian's words were like needles piercing their hearts, making them understand instantly.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, all the figures, including Mu Tuwu, let go of their minds.

At this moment, Mu Tuwu felt a little lucky in his heart, he was glad that he was willing to surrender to Mo Wentian, and he was also glad that he didn't resist, otherwise his end would be beyond doubt.

It must have died tragically at the hands of Mo Wentian, not only him, but also the remaining seven shopkeepers, Mu Ruxue, and his disciples of Huayue Trading Company.

Thinking like this, Mu Tuwu even felt that he was very wise, and he made a move to save Huayue Trading Company.

"Buzz..."

On the hillside, screams rang out again and again, but compared to before, the sound was much quieter.

It seems that at this moment, the pain they are enduring is much lighter than before.

After a quarter of an hour, the hillside finally became quiet.

And the eight figures on the ground also climbed up at this moment.

Immediately, all of them, headed by Mu Tuwu, knelt down in front of Mo Wentian, looking at Mo Wentian one by one with respectful expressions on their faces.

"Meet the master!"

"Meet the master!"

...

Immediately, a series of extremely respectful voices resounded.

"Get up!"

"Mu Tuwu, report to this Emperor the situation of the cultivation resources in your Huayue Commercial Bank's treasury!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Mu Tuwu's body.

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing this, Mu Tuwu said hastily.

"From today onwards, you and all of you, don't call me master, just call me emperor!"

Hearing the master's words, Mo Wentian frowned slightly, pointing at the ten Heavenly Kings who had subdued before, and the eight people from Huayue Commercial Firm in front of him, and said in a cold voice.

"Yes, Emperor!"

"Meet the emperor!"

"Meet the emperor!"

...

As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, several figures knelt down to Mo Wentian again, and said respectfully.

"Reporting to the Emperor, in our Huayue Trading Company, there are now ten king-level perfect artifacts. The Tianniu Divine Bow I used just now belongs to the king-level perfect artifact!"

"Besides that, there are fifty artifacts from the peak king class, as well as artifacts from the late and middle stages of the king class, adding up to a total of nine hundred and forty pieces!"

Mu Tuwu gave a slight salute to Mo Wentian, and hurriedly reported.