Chapter 2211

"Don't take it lightly!"

The cold voice sounded, and a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Although this place is really like what the fat man said, the aura here is very rich, don't ask the sky, but you have a bad premonition that there seems to be some terrible existence here.

"Spirit, spirit, open!"

With a cold drink, don't ask the sky to spread out the spirit consciousness.

"Buzzing..."

As Mo Wentian's spiritual consciousness unfolded, Mo Wentian instantly felt that countless smells were rushing towards him and the fat man in the distance.

"Boy, I'm afraid you're in trouble. Be careful!"

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

"Fat man, be careful!"

Listen to the reminders of ancient books, don't ask the world consciousness is to remind fat people.

Since the fat man recognizes him as the boss, the fat man is his person, and he naturally needs to care about the safety of the fat man.

"OK, boss!"

Hearing the words, the fat man's expression instantly became vigilant.

"Ancient books, what monster is this?"

Suddenly, it seems that you have remembered something. Don't ask the sky for a flash of pure light, and ask in a deep voice.

"What monster?"

"The monster coming here is not an ordinary monster, boy. I originally wanted you to leave quickly, but it's too late for you to leave now!"

The voice of the old man in ancient books is very thick.

"Not an ordinary monster?"

"What monster is that?"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a complex light and asked subconsciously.

"Boy, be careful of these monsters!"

The old man of ancient books pondered for a while before slowly saying this sentence.

It seems that these monsters are terrible, at least more terrible than the monsters Mo met before asking the sky.

Otherwise, with the strength of the ancient book elders, the ancient book elders would not say so.

Listen to the words of the old man in ancient books, don't ask the sky, frown slightly, look very serious.

At this moment, the breath on Mo Wentian's body soared rapidly.

At this moment, Mo Wentian quickly entered the fighting state, as if he were ready to fight at the next moment.

"Boom..."

Immediately, a violent sound came.

Followed by strong and incomparable figures, which looked like a battle.

"Buzzing..."

But the next moment, the figures flashed, and turned into human shapes.

These people look no different from humans, but their breath is extremely strange.

"Human, what do you want to do when you break into our territory?"

Among those figures, a figure stood up and looked at Mo Wentian with a cold face.

"What do you want?"

"When the emperor comes, he naturally has the purpose of the emperor!"

Don't ask the sky, indifferent.

"The little boy in the early days of Tianzun was so arrogant!"

"Patriarch, let me kill him directly, just be lazy and talk nonsense with him!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a figure stood up and looked at Mo Wentian. The murderous intention in his eyes was undisguised.

"Kill him directly?"

"Step back!"

Smelling the words, the figure who stood out first looked at Mo Wentian. It seemed that he saw something on Mo Wentian's body. A complex light flashed in his eyes and shouted angrily at the people behind him.

"Patriarch..."

Listening to the patriarch's words, the figure opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

"What's the matter? The patriarch has always been hostile to humans, but he doesn't like it. Why doesn't the patriarch let his senior brother kill this boy!"

"Yes, this boy's cultivation is just the beginning of the Buddha. Such cultivation doesn't need to be taken into account!"

"The patriarch looked at the boy's look, which seemed a little different!"

"It can make the patriarch have a different view of human beings, except for the descendants of that person millions of years ago!"

"The man? You mean the man who saved the patriarch millions of years ago?"

……

At this moment, countless figures began to talk.

Suddenly, they thought of what happened millions of years ago, and their looks changed.

But the next moment, thinking of Mo Wentian's cultivation, they couldn't help shaking their heads.

But all the figures stood respectfully behind that figure, and they seemed to have a sincere admiration for this figure.

"Boy, are you a Protoss?"

The figure, looking at Mo Wentian, said with a serious face.

"Protoss people?"

"How do you know I'm a Protoss?"

Mo Wentian didn't refute, but asked rhetorically.

As for whether he is a Protoss, this problem has been bothering him since ancient times.

Mo Wentian also wants to know his specific identity and whether he is a Protoss person.

But all the time, Mo Wentian hasn't found the result.

Now, the monster who came here unexpectedly asked him if he was a Protoss person, which made Mo Wentian's heart instantly confused.

In this department of Pediatrics, don't ask the sky's eyebrows, all frown.

"How do I know?"

"Don't ask me how I know, boy, just say whether you are a Protoss?"

Seeing that Mo Wentian neither admitted nor denied, the figure increasingly felt that Mo Wentian was a Protoss.

At this moment, the spirit of this figure is even more towards, trying to probe towards the spirit of Mo Wentian.

"Buzzing..."

But just at the moment when his spirit was about to explore Mo Wentian's spirit, his spirit seemed to have been touched by something, and even raised a sense of retreat.

"This... This boy is definitely the descendant of that man!"

At the moment when his spirit rose and retreated, his eyes were full of awe.

But his words did not come out, but his expression was extremely startled.

If he had suspected that Mo Wentian was a Protoss, now he could be sure that Mo Wentian was a Protoss.

At this moment, this person looked at Mo Wentian with different eyes.

"What is the relationship between this monster and adults?"

"Why is he sure that this boy is a Protoss?"

And at this time, in the God beads of Wentian Pavilion, the look of the old man in ancient books is extremely dignified.

He doesn't know the monster in front of him at all.

But this monster seems to be familiar with Mo Wentian.

This raised a touch of worry in the hearts of the ancient book elders.

The monster in front of him is very interested in Mo Wentian's identity.

In the discussion of his disciples, he knew that he didn't like human beings, and this monster knew that don't ask the identity of heaven, whether it was good or bad.

Thinking like this, a complex light flashed in the eyes of the old man of ancient books.

At the same time, the elders of ancient books are also ready to sell at any time.

"Boy, you leave!"

Suddenly, the figure looked at Mo Wentian and said coldly.

"Leave?"

Don't ask the sky. Your eyes are full of doubts.

The monsters came fiercely, with boundless killing intention, but now they let him leave?

For a moment, don't ask heaven really can't think of why.

From the eyes of the monster patriarch who stood out, Mo Wentian obviously felt the change.

Mo Wentian originally thought that this person was going to take action against him, but now Mo Wentian knows that this person will never take action against him.

"Leave? The patriarch asked the boy to leave?"

"We haven't tasted fresh flesh and blood for a long time. It's hard to get two. How can we let them leave so easily!"

"What's the matter with the patriarch? Usually, the patriarch is the most decisive!"

"I think the patriarch really met the descendants of that person, otherwise the patriarch would never be like this!"

"Yes, I think it's also the descendant of the patriarch who met that man, but this boy's cultivation is only in the early days of the emperor, and that man is a person with terrible strength!"

……

Hearing that the patriarch was going to let Mo Wentian and the fat man go, the figures instantly exploded.

They wanted to stop it, but thinking of the patriarch's cultivation, they still stood where they were.

However, their hearts don't understand why they should let Mo Wentian and fatty leave.

The only thing they can think of is that the man is the descendant of Mo Wentian.