Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 947 Divine Consciousness Attack
Mu Wenjie couldn't help staring at Mo Chen proudly, why didn't Mo Chen understand what he meant, that sentence was obviously said by the master, and everything was said by the master, he would not admit it.

So, don't think that you are really strong.

But in Mo Chen's eyes, Mu Wenjie's proud appearance is no different from that of a clown.

Space Xuanbing.

Mo Chen has seen far more space weapons than he does, and they are also much more powerful.

Not to mention the number one divine weapon in his hand, which is the divine weapon in the hands of those members of the Yaozu, which one is not a space weapon?
Even more than a dozen big men can accommodate them, and the artifacts that Mo Chen has seen, I am afraid that a city can accommodate them.

Compared with it, the eighth-rank high-grade space weapon that Mu Wenjie is proud of is no different from scrap iron.

Therefore, Mo Chen shook his head and commented: "The embroidered pillow is just a fancy pillow, it's not useful, but it's used to hide it, and it's okay to survive. Of course, the premise is that no one will notice it."

"Embroidered pillow?"

Mu Wenjie was taken aback for a moment, then his face became very gloomy, and he said, "Young Master Mo Xing even thinks it's an embroidered pillow for an eighth-level space soldier. You must have seen a more advanced one, right?"

In fact, space weapons are divided into two types in the Yuanyang Continent. One type is like the inscription ring, which is easy to carry. There is a lot of space inside, and you can store your own necessities, but the air inside is limited, and it cannot be accommodated for a long time. Living creatures, so this kind of thing, becomes the existence of people placing things, and has no other purpose other than this.

The second type, like the space weapon created by Mu Wenjie, does have an independent space inside, with the existence of the rules of heaven and earth, and can survive in it.

But this kind of space is not a living thing, it cannot move at will, and it has no growth function. He just forced some rules of Yuanyang Continent into the Xuanbing, which is equivalent to placing a space in the Xuanbing.

Of course, from Mo Chen's current point of view, there is a third category of space mysterious soldiers.

That is, like a divine weapon like Tiandaomen, the space inside has its own spirituality, can evolve autonomously, and has its own rules. For example, the rule power of black and white Tai Chi power is not the rule of Yuanyang Continent. The space is like a small independent world.

Mo Chen smiled lightly, but didn't speak. In fact, after seeing the divine weapon, if it weren't for the strength of the eighth-order Xuanbing, this kind of space Xuanbing, in Mo Chen's eyes, might be inferior to scrap iron.

However, although Mo Chen's vision is high, Mu Wenjie's is not. His words fell on Mu Wenjie's ears, which seemed very harsh, and he sneered very unhappy: "It seems that Mr. Mo Xing is indeed very outstanding. Strength, or this vision, it seems that no one can compare."

These words seem to be praising Mo Chen, but they are actually ridiculing.

Long Bo suddenly opened his mouth and said: "It's hard to say how strong it is, but what about this vision? It is indeed insightful. In the whole world, I am afraid that no one can match it. If the Imperial Domain holds a ranking competition for the vision of the emperor, this son will definitely be able to do it." Take first place."

Seeing this, the third master also said: "Hey, that's not right. If the imperial domain held such a qualifying match, no one would dare to sign up."

Fourth master pretended to be puzzled and said, "Why?"

The third master rolled his eyes and said: "You are stupid, if you know that you are not an opponent, why do you still have to compete? Do you want to embarrass yourself?"

The two old fellows sang together, adding Long Bo, obviously saw that the situation was not right, so they fanned the flames and cleverly provoked it.

Although Mu Wenjie was a bit arrogant, he was not stupid. How could he fail to understand the instigation of the Mo family and the Long family, but what surprised him was that these two families could not understand Mo Xing so much?

Looking at Mo Yuan's injuries, he seemed to understand something, and a stern look flashed across his eyes instantly.

Both Mo and Long couldn't understand Mo Xing. If he could teach Mo Xing a lesson, they would probably be grateful to him. What's more, he was already somewhat dissatisfied with Mo Xing's strength.

Young and energetic, he directly ignored the provocations from the Mo and Long families, and directly took the Xuankong Sword, saying: "Mr. Mo Xing is already at the third level of Emperor Zun, and the way of inscription patterns is also close to the ninth level. With such a high vision, Naturally, it is comparable to my strength, not to mention, I think his comments on my Xuanbing are quite pertinent, after all, he is a master, and my little things in pediatrics really can't catch the eyes of a master."

Mu Wenjie bit the word master very hard, obviously mocking Mo Chen.

The third master smiled leisurely, and said: "There are many people with empty appearances in this world, and the so-called masters don't seem to be recognized by us. After all, we practice martial arts and know nothing about the way of inscription patterns. He said That's right."

"That's right, if everyone present doesn't know anything about the way of inscription patterns, I'm afraid he might still say that he is the peak inscription emperor." The fourth master agreed.

These two old fellows seemed to reach a consensus not only on Mo Yuan, but also on the matter of dissatisfaction with Mo Chen.

Mu Wenjie frowned instantly, and said a little coldly: "So, no one has seen his strength before? So I don't know if it's true or not, and I don't know if he's bluffing or not?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The third master nodded again and again, "No one knows whether it is true or not, after all, no one has seen him make a move, but, with his age and the strength of Ba Daomen, hehe, some things can't be ignored. It’s a good point, otherwise Elder Mu Youran’s face will not be good, after all, he has admitted this son’s strength.”

The fourth master added: "Yes, yes, yes, it's better not to point it out. If this child is an embroidered pillow, then not only Elder Mu, but the entire Mu family will lose face."

Although Mu Wenjie knew that these two guys were deliberately provoking trouble, he was very willing to take the opportunity to provoke trouble. He snorted coldly: "Hmph, it's about the face of the Mu family in Donghai, how can we just let it go."

After finishing speaking, he looked directly at Mo Chen, his gaze was very cold, "Mr. Mo Xing, I wonder if your vision is comparable to your strength, and whether it is worthy of my master's praise?"

Mo Chen and the others ignored them from the beginning to the end, just watching their performance like watching clowns.

Song Feiyang and the others didn't care at all, Ba Qianqiu didn't say a word, and seemed to ignore these clowns directly, but Liang Wenyao and Pu Huaqing's faces were full of jokes, as if they were watching the show.

Mo Chen touched his nose lightly, and said casually: "Whether it is comparable or not, what does it matter to you?"

"It's about the face of the Donghai Mujia. As a member of the Mujia, it's my business. I will never allow some people who deceive the world to cheat in my Donghai Mujia." However, people who don't know really think that he cares about the Mu family's face.

"So?" Mo Chen stared at Mu Wenjie with a playful smile on his face.

"Simple." Mu Wenjie nodded lightly, and said, "Master actually values ​​you so much, and asked me to take this opportunity to ask you a lesson, so I will use this opportunity to see if you are qualified to teach me." I don’t know if Mr. Mo Xing knows what the power of the inscribed soul of the inscription pattern master does?"

Mo Chen continued to smile, and said calmly: "It has a lot of effects."

Mu Wenjie sneered disapprovingly, and continued to ask: "Then, does Mr. Mo Xing know that the power of Minghun also has a strong attack power?"

Mo Chen nodded and said, "Are you talking about divine sense attack?"

"It seems that Mr. Mo Xing really knows a thing or two, but I don't know how strong Mr. Mo Xing's soul inscription is, and has he practiced attacking with consciousness?"

Mo Chen casually said: "I've practiced one or two times, but my soul inscription power is just so-so, far from the ninth level."

Mu Wenjie sneered inwardly, how close?
It seems that the difference is very far, now I want to give in, do you want to find a step down?It's a pity, how could he give Mo Chen such an opportunity? In his heart, he had already made up his mind to see how much Mo Chen really weighed, and to teach him a lesson.

"Mr. Mo Xing is too modest. I happened to study the attack power of Minghun power recently, and I hope Mr. Mo Xing can help correct me."

Before the words fell, Mu Wenjie's face darkened, and everyone was surprised to see that a deep light shone from the center of Mu Wenjie's eyebrows, like fireworks blooming, rolling towards Mo Chen silently in an instant.

The powerful inscription soul coercion enveloped the space, making the air flow in the attic freeze, and rushed directly into Mo Chen's body.

A trace of worry appeared on Ba Qianqiu's face. He had already experienced Mo Chen's martial arts strength, but he was still a little worried about the strength of his inscription patterns. After all, he was Mo Chen's slave now. If something happened to Mo Chen, he would have to suffer.

"Don't worry, who is Young Master Chen, how can those jumping clowns threaten Young Master Chen."

Liang Wenyao's voice fell directly into Ba Qianqiu's sea of ​​consciousness, and the latter felt relieved, and at the same time thought of the speculation in his heart.

The pinnacle figures in the previous life, how could these junior figures be able to threaten them.

All the arrogances around looked at Mo Chen nervously. To be honest, they had never seen Mo Chen make a move, and they were skeptical about his strength. Now that they saw Mu Wenjie making a move, they wanted to see what kind of strength Mo Chen had. .

After all, if the Martial Dao Realm is at the third level of Emperor Zun, if the Dao of the inscription patterns can still approach the ninth level, at this age, it has already surpassed the category of the word Tianjiao. They really can't believe it, to be precise, they don't want to believe it.

Not only them, but the Mo family and the Long family also stared at Mo Chen unblinkingly, eager to see how strong Mo Chen was.

Especially Longdao, his concern for Mo Chen's strength is by no means weaker than anyone else's, because this person is very likely to be the person he is looking for.

"boom!"

The power of Mu Wenjie's inscription soul directly impacted Mo Chen, and the space around Mo Chen was directly distorted, and then there was a sound of shattering, and the space was completely shattered, and the whole space kept shaking, as if Mo Chen also died in an explosion, and he was never seen again, only a pool of scarlet blood spilled on the ground.

"This……"

Everyone was startled, even though they didn't want to believe that Mo Chen had such heaven-defying strength, they never thought that it would be so useless, just one move of divine sense attack would directly crush him to death?

Could it be that he is really an embroidered pillow, empty in shape but without strength, just strong on the outside but dry on the inside?

However, what none of them noticed was that at the moment Mo Chen's body collapsed, a blood-red color slipped from the center of his eyebrows, and no one noticed.

(End of this chapter)