Chapter 1864

"Tianhu!"

"Don't feel that you have implicated me. You and I are one!"

"Our heaven devouring divine world is also one, with both prosperity and loss!"

Before Tianhu finished speaking, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a complex light and hurriedly interrupted.

"Ask brother Tian..."

Listen to don't ask heaven this, Tianhu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Don't ask heaven to say so. In the heart of Tianhu, you are extremely grateful.

In the heart of Tianhu is also very clear, don't ask the meaning of this sentence.

Don't ask heaven. This is to ask her not to have too much psychological pressure.

"The boy in this portrait, whose cultivation is no more than the mid-term realm of the emperor, why did he find half of the celestial realm without the slightest news of that boy!"

"Yes, according to the truth, it's very easy for a mole ant in the middle of the emperor to find it, but why does this boy have no news at all?"

"What's the origin of this boy? He killed the Shaojie master of Yu Tianjie, and he can disappear without a trace!"

"It's been a few days, and I haven't heard the slightest news about this boy. If it weren't for the peerless artifact and elixir offered by the Lord of heaven, I really don't want to continue looking for it!"

"The Lord of Yu Tianjie has always been famous for being stingy. I didn't expect Yu Hao to die, but he was generous!"

……

At this time, figures appeared at the thousand feet of Mo Wentian.

There are dozens of figures here.

At this moment, don't ask the spirit consciousness of heaven, instantly unfold, and go towards those figures.

"Thirty people!"

"All accomplishments are in the middle of heaven!"

At the moment when Mo Wentian's spirit unfolded, the cultivation of figures completely appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

These people's cultivation is not high, which is the mid-term state of the emperor.

"By the way, that portrait?"

"What they said about killing the son of Yu Tianjie, isn't that Yu Hao?"

"What they said, that boy in the middle of the cultivation of emperor, can't it be me?"

The next moment, it seems to be thinking of something. Don't ask the eyes of heaven, a bright and incomparable light rises, and a dark way in your heart.

"Boss, who are these people talking about?"

"Why are they holding a portrait in their hands?"

At this time, Xiao Jiao's spiritual consciousness began, and the comments of those figures also fell in Xiao Jiao's ears. A touch of doubt rose in Xiao Jiao's heart, and he couldn't help asking.

"You wait for me here. I'll go and have a look!"

Don't ask the way with a touch of pure light and a cold voice in the eye of heaven.

With that, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.

When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure appeared not far away from those figures.

"If the person in the portrait is really me, I'm too lazy to solve these troubles!"

"First look at the person in this portrait!"

Speak to yourself. Don't ask the sky. A bright light rises in your eyes.

The next moment, don't ask the sky without the slightest hesitation. Your figure flashes and turns into an old man.

The old man's white hair and beard are white. Don't ask the sky, but he will show the breath of the early days of the emperor.

"Cough..."

Immediately, Mo Wentian coughed softly.

Mo Wentian wants to attract the attention of these people.

Sure enough, as Mo Wentian expected, with his light cough, figures after figures, his expression instantly became vigilant.

"Who? Don't come out quickly?"

Among the thirty people, a figure stood out and said coldly.

"Cough..."

"It's old!"

At this time, Mo Wentian came out slowly from a distance.

Reaching out and stroking his beard, the breath on his body was stabilized in the early days of the emperor.

"It turned out to be an old man who couldn't improve his cultivation but at the beginning of the emperor!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's figure, the man who stood up breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cough..."

"I happened to hear you just now. What man in the portrait are you looking for?"

"Who is in the portrait? Can I show him? Maybe he has seen him, and he can provide you with clues!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian thought of his purpose, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, saying directly.

"Old man, with the way you're about to go to the coffin, can you still see that boy?"

"It's also possible that although the old man looks like he's going to be put in the coffin soon, maybe he has really seen the boy!"

"Yes, this old man's cultivation is just the beginning of the Buddha. Even if we show him this portrait, can he still take our credit?"

"Yes, if the old man really has news about the boy, if he dares to go to Yu Zhentian, the Lord of Yu Tianjie, to claim credit, we will kill him directly!"

"It doesn't hurt to show the old man. Maybe there will be unexpected gains!"

……

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the thirty people immediately began to talk.

Among them, some martial artists are still very defensive against Mo Wentian. What they are defensive about is not that Mo Wentian will kill them, but that they are worried. Mo Wentian sees this portrait and informs Yu Zhentian of the news.

In this way, the artifact and elixir are naturally not theirs.

But when their eyes looked at Mo Wentian, Mo Wentian's breath, but in the early stage of the emperor, such cultivation, even if Mo Wentian wanted to tell Yu Zhentian the news.

It's easy for them to kill.

"Old man, this is a portrait!"

"Let me show you!"

"If you know the clue of the boy in the portrait, don't forget to tell us!"

The next moment, among the thirty people, the man who had stood up looked at Mo Wentian and said coldly.

With that, the man waved his hand, and the portrait instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"It's really me!"

"This Yu Zhentian is really willing to spend a lot of money to draw my portrait and ask for my information!"

Looking at the portrait, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a bright and incomparable light.

"Old man, how's it going?"

"Have you seen this boy?"

At this time, the man who stood up, a flash unexpectedly came to Mo Wentian's side, looked at Mo Wentian, and said coldly.

"No!"

Mo Wentian shook his head and said simply.

"Old man, you haven't seen it. What are you looking at? It's a waste of our time!"

Hearing that Mo Wentian had not seen it, the man who stood up stretched out his hand and pulled the portrait from Mo Wentian's hand, looking even more gloomy.

"I just want to see this!"

"Why should you be angry with me?"

Looking at the man like this, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was also cold.