Chapter 1621 Strong Suppression!

The next moment, Mo Wentian unfolded his soul.

The soul of a thousand feet directly shrouded in the strange sound.

"Buzz..."

Qianzhang's soul, like a mountain, went directly to suppress the strange sound.

At this moment, the strange sound has not yet felt Mo Wentian's terrifying soul of thousands of feet, and is still playing the seal formula, trying to fuse Xiaojiao suppression with witchcraft and beasts for his use.

"Little earthworm, you must die today!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A treacherous laugh sounded, and Yiming looked into Xiaojiao's eyes, which were extremely dark.

In the void, behind the witches and beasts, countless phantoms of monsters appeared, including lions and tigers, dragons and rocs...

Countless monster phantoms swept towards Xiaojiao with their teeth and claws open.

And just when Yiming thought he was going to suppress Xiaojiao successfully, above his soul, a thousand-foot soul directly suppressed it.

"ah……"

The strange sound instantly rolled on the ground, and the appearance was extremely painful.

And as the strange sound and seal formula stopped, the witches and beasts in the void also stopped in the void.

"What's going on here? Wasn't the strange sound just now performing the most sinister witchcraft of his alien race? Why did he suddenly behave like this?"

"The abnormal sound is really abominable, to resort to such a vicious method!"

"No, I felt the power of a divine soul, and this divine soul may have reached a thousand feet!"

"The soul of a thousand feet? The soul of a thousand feet can only be obtained by a strong man in the realm of heaven!"

"I'm asking the Lord of Heaven, I'm asking about the soul of Lord Heaven!"

...

Seeing the sudden change of the strange sound, the martial artist with hidden power was filled with surprise.

Suddenly, someone who didn't know felt the power of Mo Wentian's soul.

The eyes of the figures looked towards Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of shocking expressions.

But in their hearts, there was a touch of admiration for that young man, it was admiration from the bottom of their hearts!

"No……"

"ah……"

...

But at this moment, one after another screams came again.

In the void, there was a strange sound rolling on the ground, and beads of sweat the size of a bean dripped from his forehead.

"Boss!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao also noticed something unusual, and in a flash, he came to Mo Wentian's side.

"Little Jiao, this strange cry is trying to use a vicious method!"

"You back down first, wait for me to suppress him first!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed an incomparably cold light, and he said coldly.

"Suppressed? Could it be that the thousand-foot spirit really asked the Lord of Heaven?"

"Ask the Heavenly Emperor's cultivation base, isn't it only in the early stage of the Emperor? How can his spirit be so powerful?"

"It's terrible to ask the Emperor of Heaven, and it's never measured by cultivation!"

"It's too scary to ask the Lord of Heaven!"

...

As soon as Mo Wentian's words came out, those warriors who were not sure that they were the hidden forces of Mo Wentian's spirit were instantly confirmed.

They couldn't help but gasped!

Mo Wentian's horror was beyond their imagination.

At this moment, they are all feeling lucky that Mo Wentian is willing to exchange a place for entering the channel with them.

"Boss..."

At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

But Xiaojiao's figure still retreated.

After following Mo Wentian for so long, Xiaojiao also knows that Mo Wentian's attack at this time must be the method used by Yiming, which is not something he can compete with.

"My strength is still too weak!"

A complicated look flashed in his eyes, and Xiao Jiao secretly said in his heart.

Xiaojiao thought in his heart, if his strength is strong enough to solve the abnormal sound, then there is no need for Mo Wentian to do it.

"Buzz..."

But at this moment, a burst of void fluctuations came.

I saw the figure of the old man of Shenzhu appearing in the void.

"Boy, you just suppress this old bastard!"

"But don't kill him!"

The old man of Shenzhu looked at Mo Wentian, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Don't kill him?"

"Senior Shenzhu, why is this?"

Mo Wentian frowned slightly, feeling puzzled in his heart.

"Boy, the strength of this old bastard is indeed inferior to you and Xiaojiao, but this voodoo beast will help you enter the holy land of martial arts!"

"And if you want to use this witchcraft beast for you, you can't just suppress it. This witchcraft beast is bred by the blood of this old bastard. You must let this old bastard control this witchcraft beast. !"

In the eyes of the old man of Shenzhu, a complex look flashed across his eyes, and there was a trace of solemnity in his thick voice.

"I see!"

"Senior Shenzhu, thank you very much, I will stay with this old bastard!"

Mo Wentian nodded, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Originally, Mo Wentian wanted to directly solve the abnormal sound, but he also killed it!

In a quarter of an hour.

The screams of strange sounds stopped, got up from the ground, and came to Mo Wentian's side.

Yi Ming bowed directly to Mo Wentian.

"The strange sound pays homage to the master!"

Yi Ming looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of respect.

This appearance, like an obedient pug, is completely different from the original arrogant barking.

And following the strange sound, he knelt down towards Mo Wentian, the witchcraft and strange beasts in the void, and the phantoms of countless monsters behind him had disappeared.

With a flash of his figure, witches and beasts also descended from the void, came to Yi Ming's side, and knelt down to Mo Wentian, with the same extremely respectful expression.

"Master? Did you ask the Lord of the Heavenly Emperor?"

"Ask the Heavenly Emperor, this is forcibly suppressing the abnormal sound!"

"Who can stop the soul of a thousand feet?"

"Master Wentian suppressed Yiming, it seems that he doesn't plan to kill him!"

"Yi Ming should be thankful, Wentiandizhu didn't kill him, at least he still has a life!"

...

Listening to the strange cry, the owner, the hidden warrior, had a complex look in his eyes.

"Get up!"

Mo Wentian raised his hand slightly, his expression extremely indifferent.

But Yiming's body, following Mo Wentian's slightly raised hand, stood up involuntarily, as if there was an invisible upward force that dragged his body up.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yi Ming was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, and quickly saluted Mo Wentian respectfully.

"Yi Ming, from now on you will be the emperor's dog!"

"This emperor won't take this witchcraft and beast from you, but from now on, you will have to listen to this emperor!"

The next moment, as if he remembered something, a gleam flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yi Ming quickly agreed.