Covering the Sky: Becoming an Emperor Through Sole Cultivation of the Sea of ​​Wheels

Chapter 172 Who goes out without a sacred weapon?

"Wasn't that the Purple Qi Coming from the East from the Purple Mansion Holy Land just now? How come Mo Wuji can use that?"

"And this power..."

A knowledgeable living fossil said, "No, although this move looks similar, its inner workings are completely different, and it's extremely terrifying! It's comparable to a forbidden secret technique passed down by an ancient emperor!"

"However, why do I feel that Mo Wuji's move is very similar to that of a Taoist priest riding an ox two thousand years ago?"

"So, does this mean Mo Wuji really possesses an ancient scripture, and might even have a flawless one?"

On the battlefield, Mo Wuji's clothes were covered in blood, making it impossible to discern their original color. He was almost completely soaked in blood, and even his hair was clumped together, dripping with blood.

The injuries looked terrible, and indeed they were terrible, but with the secret of the word "Zhe", none of that mattered.

Every wound on Mo Wuji radiated endless divine light, as if the chains of divine order were intertwining and repairing Mo Wuji's damaged body.

When all the holy lords attacked together, the divine radiance filling the sky often squeezed Mo Wuji's blood and qi down to a small clump, making his life force extremely weak.

But the next moment, Mo Wuji's blood and energy surged back.

Moreover, Mo Wuji showed no signs of exhaustion in his attacks; every move he made was accompanied by radiant light and divine brilliance, indicating that his magical power was almost inexhaustible.

Mo Wuji was like a roly-poly toy; the Holy Lords were always just a hair's breadth away from defeating him, but they always fell just short.

Therefore, the more Yao Guang Holy Master and the others fought, the more frightened they became, and then they couldn't care about anything else!

"Fellow Daoists, you have all witnessed the power of this demon. If we allow him to escape today, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Fellow Daoist Li is right. Please join us in vanquishing the demon!"

Many people were tempted, and coincidentally, the Primordial Clan also wanted to watch the show, so they didn't get too entangled with the human race's powerful figures.

Mo Wuji was surrounded by layers upon layers of people, with no way to get through.

Each of these people carried an overwhelming killing intent, each of them was renowned in the outside world, and each of them exuded a terrifying aura.

At this moment, Mo Wuji seemed to be surrounded by three thousand gods and demons, a scene that would scare anyone to death!

Even if Heaven wants to punish me and Earth wants to bury me, what does Mo Wuji have to fear? Just watch me shatter the Heavenly Palace.

Mo Wuji stood tall, head held high, chest puffed out, looking down with disdain at the group of petty scoundrels who had gathered together.

"Mo Wuji, why don't you surrender now!"

Mo Wuji was very confident: "It's you who should surrender!"

"Good scoundrel, let's all attack together!"

In an instant, dazzling divine light burst forth from all directions, and countless terrifying beams of light shot toward Mo Wuji.

"This charade really needs to end!"

Mo Wuji took out a golden fan, and an aura of extreme masculinity flowed through the fan surface, ribs, and every inch of the fan.

An unparalleled divine might emanated from it, and the attacks launched by the heroes instantly vanished upon colliding with this divine might.

With a wave of the precious fan, the sacred fire of the sun surged forth.

The Sacred Flame of the Sun is an even more terrifying flame than the Essence of the Sun; it is its advanced version.

Even a single thread or strand is enough to burn the heavens and boil the seas.

Even more so, this is a terrifying flame that can harm ancient sages.

The names of the various holy masters were all more impressive than the last, but in the end, they were only at the second level of the Sendai realm.

At this moment, as soon as the sacred fire of the sun appeared, the entire sky seemed to be ignited. Countless people were scorched to death by the terrifying heat without even directly touching the sacred fire of the sun.

For a moment, it seemed as if even the void itself was ablaze.

"not good!"

Everyone who had a grudge against Mo Wuji was shocked, and even some people who had no connection with Mo Wuji were not able to calm down.

Because none of the forces that came to the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest this time brought their heirloom sacred weapons.

Coming to Wanlong Nest was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and these people had only come to participate in the Peach Banquet at Yaochi.

Who carries a legendary sacred weapon with them when they go out for a meal? That's a treasure that guards the entire sect!

It can be said that the life and death of all the powerful figures here are now in Mo Wuji's hands. How could they not be afraid?

Mo Wuji's decision not to use any weapons even when he was at a disadvantage led the Holy Lords to misjudge the situation, resulting in no one noticing the potential crisis.

Mo Wuji had the leisure to slowly compete with the Holy Lords because he had anticipated this event, which made him fearless.

Before this, Mo Wuji saw that even though the Holy Lord of the Myriad Beginnings had been torn in two by the ancient race creatures, no one had used their holy weapons. Therefore, he was certain that none of these people carried any trump cards of the level one holy weapon.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, spare my life, and I will teach all cultivators to give you the utmost respect from this day forward!"

"Fellow Daoist Mo, spare my life! I didn't attack you at all!"

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I'm willing to be your slave, please spare me!"

In an instant, cries for mercy echoed throughout the entire Dragon Nest. The once high and mighty human heroes were now reduced to dust.

It must be said that the conditions they offered were very tempting.

But Mo Wuji had only one choice: kill!

Some people took advantage of the chaos to scatter and escape.

"Why should we bow down to this fiend! No matter how strong he is, he's only one person. He can't possibly kill us all, can he?"

"If we all run together, we can each rely on our own abilities. Isn't that much better than this kind of begging and groveling for survival?"

Many people were inspired by this and immediately took action.

The sky was filled with countless rays of light, and even with the Xingzi Secret Technique, it was impossible for Mo Wuji to capture all of them in one fell swoop.

When everyone saw Mo Wuji standing still, they assumed he was at a loss.

"Hahaha! Mo Wuji, don't think you can control everything just because you have a sacred weapon. You're still too naive!"

"Mo Wuji, when I return, I will definitely retrieve the legendary holy weapon from my sect, and then I will settle this score with you!"

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"Mo Wuji, you're dead! You've killed so many fellow cultivators, there won't be a place for you in the entire Eastern Wilderness."

"You fiend, just wait until you're attacked by everyone!"

But when these people discovered that there were three identical Mo Wujis guarding the entrance to the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest, each wielding a sacred weapon, they were shocked.

In an instant, everyone was like a chicken with its neck choked, unable to make a sound anymore.

The entire Wanlong Nest was completely silent!

The cultivators from the various holy lands who were enemies of Mo Wuji were utterly desperate.

"Haha, well, I was just joking with Fellow Daoist Mo! Fellow Daoist Mo, you are a magnanimous person, surely you wouldn't be so hard to take a joke?"

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I'll surrender now, can you spare my life?"

Mo Wuji remained silent, then shouted: Kill! Kill! Kill!

The blazing sun and sacred flames spread across the sky, as if to burn everything to ashes.

In fact, if these people wanted to escape, they could have run deeper into the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest. Even with a sacred weapon in hand, Mo Wuji would never dare to act recklessly in that direction.

However, that direction is also a perilous place with a slim chance of survival; it all depends on whether these people dare to gamble.

The probability of surviving a journey through the depths of the Dragon Nest is no different from being reborn as a second life.

What if Mo Wuji lets this person go then? He's the kind of person who never holds grudges!

Mo Wuji went on a killing spree, slaughtering all the cultivators from the various holy lands of the Eastern Wilderness who came to this dragon's nest, except for a few forces like the Yaochi Holy Land that had no grudge against him.

Even the holy lords couldn't escape!

Even the ancient creatures were terrified by Mo Wuji's ferocity amidst the blazing sacred flames. How could this human be more ruthless than us when it came to killing?

Are all people who practice Taiyin and Taiyang (the two yin and yang energies) this kind of madman?

But while the ancient clans were stunned, Mo Wuji was not.

If I kill even the humans in my own faction, how could I possibly let the people in the opposing faction go?

These ancient races will commit countless atrocities in the human world after they are born; kill them one by one if you can!

With a wave of the Golden Crow Fan, the True Fire of the Sun reversed, and countless ancient creatures were burned to ashes.

Ancient creature: "Roar!!!"

A roar that sounded like a battle cry rang out, but it was actually a signal for his companions to run away.

The ancient race had a strict hierarchy, and their fear of the ancient king's soldiers was ingrained in their very bones.

After setting a fierce fire inside the Dragon Nest, Mo Wuji dared not linger.

If the royal family of Wanlong Nest were to mobilize its resources, escaping would not be so easy.

Mo Wuji used the technique of "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones," unleashing all four sacred weapons at once. This technique shattered the underground palace outside the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, after which Mo Wuji disappeared into the depths of the Northern Snowfield.

After Mo Wuji left, the remaining cultivators from the Eastern Wilderness, such as the Queen Mother of the West of Yaochi, as well as cultivators from the other four regions, all breathed a sigh of relief.

"What a catastrophe!" The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan sighed as he looked at the now completely empty surroundings.

"Queen Mother, what has happened here?"

The once holy and dignified Queen Mother of the West now looked numb; this year's Peach Banquet had been completely ruined.

"Do you gentlemen expect an explanation from my Yaochi Holy Land? Although Yaochi is a peaceful place, it is not to be bullied!"

""

"How dare I!"

"There's something amiss deep within the Dragon Nest! This is no place to linger; let's leave immediately!"

As the group of powerful saints, still shaken, returned to the Yaochi Holy Land, the great deeds Mo Wuji had accomplished naturally spread throughout the entire Beidou region at an astonishing speed.

The news was earth-shattering; the entire world was in an uproar.

"The cultivators from Yao Guang, the Ji family, Zi Fu... all these forces who entered the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest were wiped out by Mo Wuji!"

"These are dozens of half-step Grandmasters, and even Grandmasters! Has Mo Wuji gone mad? Or does he have a death wish?"

"He has offended almost all the holy lands in the Eastern Wilderness, and they are all irreconcilable feuds!"

In the thousands of years before, the death of a powerful being would have been a major earthquake.

Currently, including the cultivators who died in the previous battles with the ancient race, over a hundred high-level cultivators have perished in the Myriad Dragon Nest.

One can imagine that even the phrase "stormy waves" is insufficient to describe the turmoil Mo Wuji stirred up this time.

"Not only that, I've heard that Mo Wuji also annihilated countless ancient clans."

"This is a killing star descended upon the world! Tell the disciples below to keep their eyes open when they go out in the future. We, a small and insignificant family, absolutely cannot afford to offend Mo Wuji."

"Having offended both the major holy lands of humanity and forged a blood feud with the ancient races, is Mo Wuji destined to emulate the Ruthless Great Emperor and slaughter the entire world?"

"Arrogant! Does he really think he's some ancient emperor?"

At the same time, although the main high-ranking officials were all captured, the holy lands of the Eastern Wilderness still reacted quickly.

Although the newly appointed leaders were extremely grateful to Mo Wuji for helping them improve, they showed no mercy when it came to taking action.

Because once revenge is taken, one can both consolidate their position and absorb the legacy of their predecessor.

"The Holy Land of Yao Guang is offering a reward of one million catties of Origin Energy for information on Mo Wuji's whereabouts!"

"The Ji family has also posted a reward of one million catties of Origin."

"The Purple Mansion Holy Land... a small town two thousand miles away from the Jade Pool Holy Land, is the place where Ye Fan originally planned to live in seclusion."

Thanks to Mo Wuji's reminder, and because Ye Fan returned to Yaochi before the news spread, he was able to take Xiao Nannan and the others away smoothly.

They did not encounter any difficulties from the old leader of the Yin-Yang Sect as described in the original work.

.....

Even if the news had spread at that time, probably no one would have cared about Ye Fan and his group anymore.

Ye Fan was at most a catalyst for this turmoil; now, the world's attention is focused on Mo Wuji.

Nestled in the tranquil town, Ye Fan found himself with a sense of detached observation, watching the world unfold before him.

But when news of Mo Wuji's feat spread, Ye Fan and the others were still incredibly shocked.

Wu Zhongtian and Liu Kou: "Holy crap, is this guy really that bloodthirsty?"

Li Heishui murmured absentmindedly, "I also spent some time with Brother Mo, and I thought he was a very kind person. How could he have turned into such a killer?"

As he spoke, Li Heishui suddenly felt a chill of fear. "I haven't accidentally offended Brother Mo before, have I?"

Even the usually audacious Black Emperor was afraid; this kid Mo has such a bloodthirsty nature!

Let's put aside our plans for him for now. Of course, this is not because I'm afraid; I'm just planning carefully before I act.

Before a cave dwelling shrouded in auspicious mist, Yi Qingwu naturally paid close attention to news about Mo Wuji.

Furthermore, the great things Mo Wuji had done were so shocking that almost every cultivator was discussing them, and Yi Qingwu couldn't help but know about them.

The perfect woman, whose eyes sparkled with doting affection, said, "Mo Wuji, you're such a troublemaker!"

"Hmph, next time you get trapped, I definitely won't come to save you."

Yi Qingwu looked out of the cave and saw a fallen corpse, the body of a powerful being whom she had finally managed to kill.

"It seems I need to work even harder, otherwise I won't even be able to see his back, let alone surpass that man."

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Inside the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace, the Peach Banquet was still being held, but the previous lively atmosphere was gone.

Even the seats inside the Heavenly Palace were not full, making it indescribably deserted.

Since he hadn't yet received the peaches promised by Yaochi, and had already sacrificed his blood to nourish Yaochi's Holy Spirit Stone, the Fighting Holy Ape didn't leave like Ye Fan.

At this point in time when the myriad races of the Primordial Era are about to emerge, the various holy lands of the Eastern Wilderness dare not make things difficult for this Holy Prince, so there is no need to worry about the safety of the Fighting Holy Ape.

Looking at the vast emptiness of the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace, the Fighting Saint Ape was restless, his heart itching even more to act.

I heard that Brother Mo Wuji fought a bloody battle with the Holy Lords before he went on a killing spree. If I had known, I should have stayed in the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest a little longer. I missed a great battle!

Originally, this grand gathering at Yaochi was undoubtedly dominated by powerful figures from the Eastern Wilderness, but now 99% of them are dead.

The divine monk of the Western Desert, the war king of the Southern Ridge, the palace master of the Northern Plains... these people were mostly unharmed.

Therefore, this grand gathering at Yaochi doesn't seem to be taking place in the Eastern Wilderness anymore.

Speaking of which, in this battle of Wanlong Nest, Nangong Zheng actually escaped with his life again and was unharmed because he immediately withdrew from Wanlong Nest after encountering Mo Wuji.

In no time, the name of the immortal Nangong Zheng became even more renowned.