The Sacred Gate

"From..." A self-created wuqi exercise? "    

Yang Xiaohan's mouth was trembling a little as he said that, he could hardly believe it.    

On the eighteen continents of the Nine Regions, there was only one set of wuqi exercise, from First Level to Tenth Level.    

Countless almighty beings, countless Old Monster, countless brilliant geniuses, who wouldn't want to create their own wuqi exercise?    

However, since ancient times, no one had ever succeeded.    

The difficulty of creating one's own wuqi exercise was evident.    

"That's right, I created it myself. You seven hundred thousand people, record it down together and find a suitable opportunity. I intend to pass it on to more people for cultivation and promote it!"    

Chen Mo laughed and said a few words.    

"Gongzi, you really, really created it yourself?"    

Yang Xiaohan hadn't even reacted to it yet.    

She was too surprised to describe it.    

"Enough nonsense, quickly copy it and cultivate it. I'm currently participating in the Heaven's Pride Selection Competition and need to go out to take a look so that no one else can teleport out. I still don't know!"    

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he left the Seventh Level and changed into the appearance of the cute, fat Chen Pang, returning to the center of the Heavenly Demon Treasure Pagoda.    

Chen Mo did not continue to kill Demonic Beast.    

He flew around to see if he could find cultivators from the Violet Cloud Sect to help them.    

The current Chen Mo was already more than ten meters tall and his strength had reached the eighty-first level. Adding his First Level and Sword Qi to that, basically, there were no opponents for him within the entire Heavenly Demon Treasure Pagoda.    

He also realized, although this power is temporary, the way he controls it is the same as the Elemental Energy.    

He could withdraw his high level of strength and use as much strength as he wanted.    

He was only able to unleash his strength at the twentieth rank. Relying on the strength of his physical body, he was able to achieve the terrifying effect of reaching the eighty-first rank.    

Chen Mo became small, flew around, and continued to search.    

On a flat plain, Mu Ziyun led a dozen or so cultivators of Violet Cloud Sect to wander around, looking for the small Demonic Beast to kill.    

Not long after they entered, they found each other and gathered together.    

Now that he had killed hundreds of little Demonic Beast, his strength had increased by one or two small levels.    

On the prairie, there were little Demonic Beast running around everywhere, and big Demonic Beast were rarely seen.    

"Sect Master, the three little Eighth Level Demonic Beast s in front of us, Fiery Silver Snake, let's surround them and kill them!"    

A young Female pointed excitedly and said a few words.    

Mu Ziyun nodded and said: "Alright!"    

More than ten people surrounded them and attacked. The mountain was divided into five parts, and those small beasts were killed cleanly. They turned into gas and were replenished with their bodies.    

Chen Mo flew over from a distance, ignoring the small beasts around, they were discovered by the two Violet Cloud Sect's Female.    

"It's Xiao Pang!"    

A Female pointed at Chen Mo and shouted.    

What they were most worried about was Chen Mo. They didn't know how strong he was and they couldn't find him.    

Seeing that Chen Mo was unharmed and was a Level 20 Warrior, he was completely at ease.    

"Sect Master, fellow disciples, I did not expect you to be here. Let's go, I know one place with many Demonic Beast, I'll bring you guys there!"    

Chen Mo flew over and said a few words with a smile.    

Mu Ziyun nodded her head, and said: "Xiao Pang, it is impossible for us to enter the top 1000, let's just play, do you think there are a lot of Demonic Beast here, if it's too high, we won't be going there!"    

"Not high, not high. Very low!"    

Chen Mo explained with a smile.    

Everyone followed him, flying forward.    

There were a lot of small beasts along the way, but Mu Ziyun and the others were still looking for opportunities to kill them.    

The further they went, the more they discovered that there were more cultivators and more Demonic Beast.    

Seeing that there were some Level 40 ? 50 among the cultivators, Mu Ziyun and the others were all perturbed.    

They were afraid that someone else would attack them.    

What was there to be afraid of? What was there to be afraid of?    

In front, there were over thirty cultivators, one of them was level 51, the rest were level 20 and above, blocking Chen Mo and the rest's path.    

"We're finished, they said Qingxuan Continent's!"    

Mu Ziyun's face was extremely ugly, as she said that in a low voice.    

Chen Mo said: "It's fine, leave it to me!"    

However, Mu Ziyun pulled Chen Mo behind him, held onto a storage bag, and walked up to them, smiling as she said: "Dear Fellow Daoists, this is a token of goodwill from our Violet Cloud Sect, and I hope that you can accept it. Please do us a favor and help us out!"    

"Hehehe ?"    

The young man in the lead stretched out his hand with a vulgar smile, but did not borrow the storage bag, but rather extended it straight towards Mu Ziyun's chest.    

This was truly audacious!    

Bold.    

Ah ?    

Mu Ziyun screamed in shock and quickly retreated with an ugly expression.    

The leading young monk said: "Little Hu, you are old and ugly, what's the good? Stop playing around, kill them all! "    

Killing Demonic Beast here could raise one's strength. Killing cultivators could also increase one's strength.    

Up till now, they had not killed too many Demonic Beast, had killed many cultivators, and had even taken advantage of many beautiful cultivators.    

Mu Ziyun was shocked once again. The faces of the disciples of Violet Cloud Sect all changed drastically.    

They were afraid of being killed.    

Mu Ziyun almost kneeled down to the other party and said: "Everyone, please do me a favor and don't kill us!"    

"Kill!"    

The leading young monk waved his hand and said one word without hesitation.    

There were around seven to eight Level 30 Cultivators holding swords as they charged at Chen Mo and the others. The one who bore the brunt of the attack was none other than Mu Ziyun.    

It's over ?    

Mu Ziyun was currently only a Level 31 Ranker, she was simply not the opponent's opponent. Seeing the sword slashing down, she did not dare to dodge.    

In his heart, there was only despair.    

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Mu Ziyun. A golden great sword flashed and the Level 37 cultivator in front was slashed into two.    

That figure flew out again and slashed out, slicing off seven to eight cultivators who were charging at him.    

In just a few short breaths of time, the battle had ended.    

The cultivators that were killed turned into gases, and on average, entered Chen Mo and the rest's bodies.    

Although it was all killed by Chen Mo, but it seemed like the inside would automatically decide whether or not to form a party.    

Mu Ziyun and the others, who were originally frightened to death, were stupefied when they saw the ordinary fat figure in front of them.    

Chen Pang!    

No matter what, they would never have thought that the person who had attacked so fiercely and massacred everyone around him, the invincible person, was actually the Chen Pang.    

A level 20 or so, killing a level 30 or so was as easy as killing a chicken or stepping on an egg. How was this possible?    

Mu Ziyun and the rest were all dumbstruck.    

Even the tens of cultivators on the other side were dumbfounded.    

Just as he was about to kill Mu Ziyun and the rest, in a few breaths, all of his people were killed? And it was even killed by a puny cultivator of the twentieth rank?    

Is this a joke?    

How is this possible?