Chapter 1839

"Since you are all willing, the emperor will begin!"

Listening to the voices of discussion, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a light, cold voice.

"Plainly, bitterly!"

"If you give orders, the disciples will be immersed in cultivation. The emperor doesn't just want to change the atmosphere of complaining about the heaven for you!"

"Your physique, this emperor also wants to change!"

The next moment, it seems to be thinking of something, don't ask the eyes of the sky, flashed a cold light.

"Yes, Lord!"

"Yes, master!"

Resentment and resentment, without the slightest hesitation, hurriedly agreed.

Immediately, Qiu Ming and Qiu you hurriedly gave orders.

Immediately, countless figures fell into cultivation.

But there were 500 figures in the crowd, who had not yet fallen into cultivation. Their eyes looked at Mo Wentian at the moment, as if they were waiting for Mo Wentian's orders.

"Boss, these people haven't fallen into practice!"

At this time, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and fell not far from Mo Wentian, saying in a deep voice.

"They are not the people who complain about heaven, and they are not the people who practice resentment!"

Listen to Xiao Jiao's words, don't ask the sky to look into the crowd.

Looking at the fivehundred figures, they are not the people in the heaven at all.

"You all step back to the gate!"

"Guard the gate for the emperor and don't let anyone in!"

The next moment, don't ask the sky, looking at the 500 people, said coldly.

"Yes, Lord!"

"Yes, Lord!"

……

Don't ask heaven. As soon as he said this, the 500 people quickly agreed without any hesitation.

Immediately, their figure flashed and went directly towards the gate.

"Boss, the efficiency of these people is still good!"

Seeing that 500 people had disappeared with a blink of an eye, Xiao Jiao was a little stunned, and came back to his senses, with an impregnable way on his face.

"Efficiency?"

"These 500 people are not simple!"

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

Although the accomplishments of these 500 people are not very strong, don't ask the sky. There is always a premonition that these 500 people are not simple!

"These 500 people are not simple?"

"Boss..."

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao's heart became more and more confused.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.

"Ancient book predecessors!"

"Let's start!"

And the next moment, it seems to think of something, don't ask the cold voice of the sky.

With Mo Wentian's words, the figure of the old man in ancient books instantly appeared in the void.

"Boy, do you remember the secret of printing?"

The old man of ancient books looked at Mo Wentian and asked coldly.

"All remembered!"

Don't ask the sky. Your face is full of firmness.

"Yes!"

"Let's start!"

There was a flash of light in the eyes of the old man of ancient books.

Immediately, the figure of the old man in ancient books flashed, and his hands quickly played countless Indian formulas towards the void.

Seeing this, don't ask the sky, and don't be outdone, quickly hit countless Indian formulas towards the void.

With the countless Indian rhymes playing out, the breath of complaining about the heaven quickly changed.

And at the moment when the resentment changed, the countless resentment disciples who were immersed in cultivation frowned.

On their foreheads, drops of sweat oozed out, as if they were suffering at the moment.

"Ancient book predecessors, these disciples, seem to be bearing something. Will we hurt them if we change our breath?"

Mo Wentian looked at the countless disciples, his eyes flashed a cold light, and he couldn't help asking.

"What seems to be bearing?"

"Boy, don't worry, they won't have anything. Their physique, since they can cultivate resentment and noble righteousness, will only make them get twice the result with half the effort!"

Listen to Mo Wentian's words, the corners of the mouth of the old man in ancient books unexpectedly raised a radian.

"I see!"

Hearing this, don't ask heaven for a sigh of relief.

Don't ask heaven to change his breath and change the cultivation of these disciples, which is for their good. If this also hurts them, it will be counterproductive.

"Bang Bang..."

The next moment, the old man of ancient books and Mo Wentian, once again facing the void, played countless Indian formulas.

"Buzzing..."

With countless Indian rhymes playing out, the countless breath has changed.

The terrible resentment slowly dissipated and was replaced by a mighty righteousness.

With the appearance of Haoran righteousness, the eyebrows of countless disciples with tight frowns have been stretched, and the breath on their bodies has increased rapidly at this moment.

"Changed!"

"The smell has really changed!"

At this time, Xiao Jiao, not far away, felt the change of breath and said with a happy face.

"The breath has changed, which has improved a lot for our strength of devouring the divine world!"

Compared with Xiao Jiao, Huan Tian was a lot calmer, but the corners of his mouth also raised a radian.

An hour passed quickly.

"Resentment has all turned into Haoran righteousness!"

Don't ask the sky. Open your eyes and feel the breath around you. The corners of your mouth are slightly grinning and raise a radian.

"Now that it has all turned into Haoran righteousness, I have done what I promised you!"

"I should have a rest!"

At this time, the voice of the old man of ancient books came.

With that, the figure of the old man in ancient books has disappeared into the void.

When it reappeared, the figure of the old man in ancient books had appeared in the pavilion of asking heaven.

At the moment, the breath of the old man in ancient books has dropped a lot compared with before. The old man in ancient books seems to be a little tired.

"Buzzing..."

Immediately, the figure of the old man of ancient books flashed, directly entered the ancient books, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Thank you, Ancient Book Master!"

Don't ask the heaven about the breath of the old man in ancient books. Naturally, you can feel it.

Feeling that the breath of the old man in the ancient books has dropped a lot, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a complex light, and his heart secretly said.

Although the old man of ancient books said that the clouds are light and the wind is light, don't ask the heart of heaven. It's very clear that the old man of ancient books is consuming too much and needs to rest.

For the old people of ancient books, don't ask God. He is very grateful.

"Boss, it's really changed. This heaven is no longer covered with resentment!"

"Now this heaven complaining world should not be called heaven complaining world? It should be called Haoran righteous world!"

At this time, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder. He couldn't help saying.

"Devour the divine world!"

Don't ask the sky. The corner of your mouth is slightly grinned, and a faint way.

"Yes, it should be called the heaven devouring realm!"

"All the disciples who complain about heaven have surrendered to our heaven devouring god world. Naturally, it should be called heaven devouring god world!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao seemed to understand something, and a bright light rose in his eyes, with a happy face.