The Sacred Gate

C741 Calm down



C741 Calm down

Countless cultivators of the 18th continent watched as the rankings continued to decline. They gnashed their teeth as they felt incomparable grief. Some could not help but have their eyes turn red as tears streamed down their cheeks.    

    

They were really in pain, really sad.    

    

Even though they knew this would happen, they still found it difficult to control their grief.    

    

The eighteen continents of the Nine Prefectures were divided into the Nine Prefectures and the Eighteen Prefectures.    

    

The Nine Prefectures had always looked down on the eighteen continents.    

    

The eighteen continents were indeed far inferior to the Nine Regions.    

    

But deep in their hearts, they weren't willing to give up at all.    

    

Now that Kong Bu was out, he could lead the eighteen continents and compete with the Nine Regions. He wanted the Nine Regions to see the might of the eighteen continents.    

    

However, he failed ?    

    

Even though it was a glorious defeat, a loss was still a loss. This was the reason why they were unwilling and in agony.    

    

Cultivators of the eighteen continents were discriminated against by the Nine Regions and looked down upon by them. Because of Kong Bu's appearance, their hearts and minds were all gathered together, feeling a collective sense of honor and shame.    

    

This was extremely rare.    

    

And the most precious.    

    

Time continued to flow on.    

    

Slowly, Chen Mo and the others' rankings were all pushed out of the top thousand.    

    

"Hahahaha, look, everyone quickly look, the gigantic display of the array screen is blood-red, all ours, all ours!"    

    

"Eighteen continents, it's over, it's completely over!"    

    

"Our Talisman Path's Heaven's Pride s of the Nine Regions are too awesome. This counter-attack is perfect!"    

    

"Hahahaha ?"    

    

"This is great! There's no hope for the trash of the Eighteen Continents!"    

    

"Hahahaha, in the end, it's still our Nine Regions' Talisman Path Heaven's Pride who had laughed at the very end. Like I said, speed is useless!"    

    

The cultivators of the Ninth Realm began to laugh out loud. They were incredibly excited, and incredibly excited. They began to laugh maniacally, a laughter that shook Heaven and Earth, and filled the air with deafening laughter.    

    

The entire Nine Regions was brimming with an extremely pleasant atmosphere.    

    

The Nine Regions Cultivator thought that they had already won, and won without any suspense!    

    

On the 18th continent, nearly 100 billion cultivators were silent, their faces filled with pain.    

    

Countless cultivators of the eighteen continents, on the huge display of the array, could no longer see the rankings of the cultivators of the eighteen continents.    

    

"Sigh ?"    

    

Countless cultivators sighed.    

    

"Although we of the Eighteen Continents have lost, but even so, we are still proud to have lost!"    

    

"As long as our Kong Bu is still here, and continue to groom our eighteen continents' Talisman Path Heaven's Pride, in a few years, we will definitely defeat the nine realms' Talisman Path!"    

    

"Right ?"    

    

"What a pity, if only I lost ?"    

    

If he lost, Kong Bu would be gone.    

    

Some cultivators felt their hearts ache as they heard this.    

    

They all knew that it wasn't by chance that they would lose, but that they would lose for sure.    

    

Right now, even the s of the Eighteen Continents didn't have any hope for entering the top thousand.    

    

Even Kong Bu, who had hopes of seizing first place, didn't continue refreshing his results for some reason.    

    

It's over ?    

    

It's all over...    

    

But no matter what, even if there was no hope, Eighteen continents nearly a hundred billion monks had already persevered and continued to watch.    

    

Even if you lose, you have to learn from it!    

    

The Nine Regions.    

    

I made you laugh out loud, it's your turn to cry!    

    

Wang Jun mumbled to herself coldly in her heart as she crushed a piece of the Sound Transmitting Talisman and told Chen Mo the situation outside.    

    

Chen Mo received the Sound Transmitting Talisman, and was still drawing it inside the Sacred Gate. He did not give Wang Jun a reply, nor did he tell Huang Jiaqi and the others to begin.    

    

Wang Jun and the others waited with hope. After waiting for a few minutes, they were a little anxious when they didn't see the names of Chen Mo and the others come back.    

    

Why isn't Young Master and the others' rankings up yet?    

    

Wang Jun muttered in her heart as she continued to send the Sound Transmitting Talisman to Chen Mo.    

    

After a few minutes, Chen Mo and the others were still nowhere to be seen in the top one thousand, causing him to become even more anxious.    

    

She thought that there must have been a problem, such as the fact that the Sound Transmitting Talisman had not reached Chen Mo!    

    

Wang Jun was extremely nervous, her expression changing as she quickly transmitted a few more Sound Transmitting Talisman s to Chen Mo and the others.    

    

"Calm down!"    

    

Seeing that Wang Jun was being too nervous, Chen Mo replied with a few words and continued to draw the Talisman s.    

    

He felt that he was about to become a level eight Talisman King. He had to concentrate, otherwise, if he failed, all of his efforts would be wasted.    

    

For the time being, he didn't let anyone move.    

    

Receiving Chen Mo's Sound Transmitting Talisman, Wang Jun felt a lot more at ease.    

    

No rush, since there was no time limit, the people of the Nine Regions would first be happy.    

    

After a while, Chen Mo led the team to kill them.    

    

Time slowly passed by, the ranking of the eighteen continents' Talisman Path cultivators, had never changed, and had always been retreating.    

    

From time to time, the ranks of the 18 continents would be pushed back.    

    

An hour passed.    

    

eighteen continents, Talisman Path s, Heaven's Pride s, had all retreated outside the 2300 position.    

    

At this point in time, they could no longer retreat, because in the Nine Regions, there were no more Talisman Path Heaven's Pride s that could surpass Chen Mo and the others.    

    

The top ranked Wanyan Ruoxue had already refined a first level Third Level Talisman and was currently refining a second level Third Level Talisman.    

    

Gongshan Xiongba was the same.    

    

At this point, most of the Talisman Path s in the ninth realm had reached their limits.    

    

Slowly, Nine Regions Cultivator squeezed their way out.    

    

"Ha ha-ha ha, everyone is at the end. We have won it all!"    

    

"Strange, why is it that no one from the 18 continents is excluded?"    

    

"Don't worry about it so much, they must be trying to gain face. If it's out of the question, why don't they start inscribing the Talisman and hide inside? Maybe they'll be using the Time Accelerating Array to cultivate!"    

    

"Too shameless, so that's how it is!"    

    

The cultivators of the Nine Prefectures were still in high spirits, their chattering rising and falling.    

    

If not for the fact that they had been slain by the eighteen continents and the Nine Regions rebelling, they would not have been so excited.    

    

Eighteen continents nearly a hundred billion monks was already depressed to the extreme, many cultivators' eyes were red and their hearts were filled with pain.    

    

Looking at the gigantic display of the array screen, all of it was blood-red, and all of it was the ranking of the Nine Regions.    

    

Amongst the Sacred Gate, Chen Mo's spirit body exhaled, and a piece of Eighth Level Talisman floated down in front of them.    

    

Although it was the lowest level of Eighth Level, it meant that Chen Mo had already broken through the seventh level of Talisman King, and reached the terrifying level of a eighth level Talisman King.    

    

"Alright, this is going to be a good show!"    

    

Chen Mo's mouth formed an evil smile.    

    

When he returned to his position, he opened his eyes and stood up. He sent a message to Huang Jiaqi and the others: "My young friends, prepare to start.    

    

"However, when paying attention to your speed, pay more attention to the details and don't make a mistake!"    

    

"Alright, let's begin! Let the Nine Regions tremble, and let the Eighteen Continents go mad!"    

    

Chen Mo finished his sound transmission, took out the materials, and began to draw the Second Level's second level Talisman with the fastest speed possible.    

    

Outside, the cultivators of the Nine Regions were still cheering when the entire screen of the array suddenly flashed with white light!    

    


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