Chapter 1832

"It's less than a month before these people come to complain about the heaven!"

"It seems that the identity of these people is not simple!"

Listening to Yuanming's words, don't ask the sky, and a cold light flashed in your eyes.

"The identity of these people is not simple. They just live in this heaven, and they seem to be waiting for someone!"

"Originally, it was said that these people did not submit to the world Lord, but now they submit to him. It seems that he is the person these people are waiting for!"

The next moment, it seems to think of something, don't ask the eyes of the sky, a trace of light passing by.

The light was even brighter in the eyes of 500 people.

"Boss, what is the identity of these people?"

"Why is he willing to submit to you? Doesn't it mean that these people won't submit to anyone?"

At this time, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said with a puzzled face.

"The emperor doesn't know!"

"One day, we will know the identity of these people!"

"It's also a good thing that they surrender now, but we can't completely believe it. Let's see first!"

The cold voice sounded, and don't ask the sky, but also dignified.

"Boss, now everyone in the heaven has surrendered, then next..."

The next moment, a flash of light flashed in Xiao Jiao's eyes and asked in a deep voice.

But Xiao Jiao always remembered that Mo Wentian said he would take it with him to subdue the world ahead.

He has been waiting to go to another world and take over the other world. He hasn't done anything for some time, and he has already felt uncomfortable all over.

"Rectify the heaven!"

"Seven days later, go to the next world!"

Don't ask the sky. Your eyes are full of coldness and pride.

At this moment, Mo Wentian seems to be a natural king, and the king's authority on him is even more vast.

The terrifying and boundless momentum spread, and the resentful disciples who had just surrendered to Mo Wentian could not help shaking their bodies at the moment.

"Complaining, complaining!"

The next moment, it seems that you have remembered something. Don't ask the cold voice.

"Yes, master!"

"Yes, Lord!"

……

With Mo Wentian's words, resentment and resentment appeared in front of Mo Wentian in an instant.

Looking at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of firmness.

"Resent Ming, resent you. Count the disciples in the heaven!"

"All disciples of cultivation give me a copy of data!"

Looking at Yuanming and Yuanyou, don't ask the sky. It's extremely cold. In its low voice, it's cold and almost freezing.

"Yes, Lord!"

"Yes, master!"

Qiu Ming and Qiu you quickly agreed.

"By the way, the emperor wants to repair this heaven complaining world. The hall of heaven complaining world, don't let others come these seven days!"

Suddenly, it seems that you have thought of something. Don't ask heaven's eyes, a flash of light, a cold voice.

"Yes, Lord!"

"Yes, master!"

Resentment and resentment, looking at Mo Wentian, looked extremely respectful.

"Buzzing..."

With that, don't ask the sky without the slightest hesitation. Your figure flashed and disappeared into the void.

Seeing this, Xiao Jiao Huan Tian and Tian Hu hurriedly followed up.

And at the moment when Mo Wentian and others left, countless disciples complaining about heaven began to talk.

"The strength of the Lord is terrible!"

"Is the cultivation of the Lord really only in the middle of the emperor?"

"This is impossible? The cultivation of the Lord of the world must not only be in the middle of the emperor, but also reach the realm of the emperor!"

"Even if the cultivation of the Lord of the world reaches the realm of heaven, this strength is really shocking!"

"Follow the Lord, we won't be bad!"

……

Figures, looking at Mo Wentian's disappearance direction, raised a touch of admiration in his eyes.

At this moment, Mo Wentian has become a respected existence in their hearts.

With that, these disciples hurried to practice one by one.

In a quarter of an hour.

When Mo Wentian and others reappeared, they had already appeared in the hall of heaven.

"Boss, this resentment in the heaven is really too heavy!"

Just entering the hall, Xiao Jiao frowned slightly.

"This resentment is indeed a little heavy!"

"These grievances are the root of these disciples' cultivation, but they are too evil for cultivation after all!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's words, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold light.

"Boss, this resentment is too evil. Does it hurt the cultivator?"

Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder. Looking at Mo Wentian, he asked with some doubt.

"That's right!"

"This resentment is too evil after all. It's not good to cultivate it all the time!"

Take a deep breath, don't ask the sky's eyebrows, also frowned.

In fact, at this moment, don't ask the heart of heaven, rise up an idea.

That is to transform these grievances into Haoran righteousness, and change the physique of these disciples, transforming all the grievances in their bodies into Haoran righteousness.

In this way, for these disciples, it is infinitely beneficial.

However, it was too difficult to implement it, and for a while, he had no way.

"Buzzing..."

While Mo Wentian was at a loss, a wave of void came from the hall.

Immediately, a figure appeared in the hall.

This figure is the old man of ancient books.

With the appearance of the old man in the ancient book, there is also the ancient book.

"Boom..."

The ancient book was opened when it came out.

As soon as the ancient book was opened, a brilliant light rose from the ancient book.

"Boy, your idea is very good!"

"This is not without a solution!"

The old man of ancient books grinned slightly and raised a radian.

There was a flash of light in the eyes of Mo Wentian.

"Ancient book predecessors!"

"For a moment, there is a solution, isn't there?"

Looking at the old man of ancient books, Mo Wentian's eyebrows immediately stretched out and hurriedly asked.

"Boy, this solution naturally exists!"

"It's just that it's not that easy to solve!"

"And it's not enough to rely on your strength alone!"

Gently breathe a long breath, the eyes of the old man in the ancient books flashed a complex light, and the thick voice could not help but be lowered for a few points.

"My strength alone is not enough?"

"Ancient books, whose help does this need?"

Mo Wentian looked at the old man of ancient books and almost blurted out subconsciously.

"Me!"

After pondering for a while, the old man of ancient books spit out a word from his mouth.

"You?"

"Ancient books, elder, are you willing to help me? For me now, these disciples who complain about heaven are the root of my foothold in this celestial world!"

Listen to the words of the old man in ancient books, don't ask the sky for a moment, and come back to your senses.

After thinking for a while, don't ask genius slowly.