There are a lot of people climbing the mountain, they are not fast, and they struggle hard to keep going.

Mu Qing understood the truth at a glance, looked at the sky, and said: "It's a gravity field, no wonder, this is the perfect place for testing." ”

He was suddenly pleasantly surprised, as if he had received a heavy treasure, and then, he began to go up the mountain, through the thick white mist.

The people outside stared wide-eyed, and in their eyes, Mu Qing was still stepping on an ordinary layer of steps, and nothing had changed.

Each relict has a special ability, and the mustard Na Sumeru is the power of the Nine Dragons Steps.

"Is this the guy who made an appointment with the White Sword Divine Son?"

There are no restrictions on the climb of the Kowloon Steps, even the Holy Father can try it if he wants to.

But this has lost its meaning for the strong, and there is no need to prove it by any means, their record is a badge.

Everyone was looking forward to it, and most people even stood up and watched.

The White Sword Sect, no one dared to provoke it for many years, let alone kill the Tianjiao in their sect, the eldest grandson of Bai Yu.

Mu Qing stood at the entrance of the steps, just stepped on, and felt the pressure fall on him, but the problem was not big, and it did not hinder the progress.

He began to go deeper with great courage, and in full view of everyone, he easily passed the first layer in front of him.

The relaxed attitude is not surprising or confusing, as long as the strength is enough, a little talent, it is not a problem to pass the first three layers.

If this person is really comparable to the White Sword Divine Son, it will be difficult for him to come to the first five layers.

Someone thought so, and then looked at the gods and goddesses who were at the forefront, they were still struggling, they were still trying.

During this period, someone took half a step, almost shattered his body, quickly retreated, and took a large amount of pills to stabilize his body.

The Divine Son from Danzong, who has more pills on his body than cow hair, he has never lacked rare things, not to mention that he is also a five-grade alchemist, and his status is also extremely transcendent among the Divine Sons.

He circled up the mountain path, constantly overtaking the monks in front of him, and was extremely relaxed, until the fifth layer, he did not show any tiredness.

Then, he began to step on the sixth layer, and from this layer, the weight continued to double, his shoulders trembled slightly, and even Mu Qing frowned.

"It's really interesting." He laughed.

Mu Qing came to the second half of the sixth layer, and he was about to approach the platform, which was a place to rest.

But this time, Mu Qing was not in a hurry to move on, he sat on the spot, and his body was running the Mixed Yuan Treasure Technique, Tai Chi Dao, and Tianfeng Treasure Technique.

Outside, the others frowned, and soon knew what he was thinking, and they were extremely stunned: "This guy, is he going to use external forces to cultivate?!" ”

"Nope! No, he's creating his own treasure art! The sect leader of the second-rate forces widened his eyes in disbelief.

That kind of fluctuation is too familiar to him, there was a brand in the treasure art left by the Flying Ascension Ancestor back then, and now observing Mu Qing's body, it is the same!

The other people's faces also changed significantly, but most of them were disbelieving.

Self-created treasures? It's a miracle, at least not something that ordinary people can do.

Tsuru Mingzi's heart moved, observing the expressions of the other sect masters, and then calmed down.

The art of creating treasure was not as simple as he imagined, and he had tried it before, but it ended in failure.

This move didn't make too many waves, and many people didn't know why, so they just thought he was cultivating.

After the opening of the Kowloon Steps, there were not many people who did this kind of thing, and some people slowly adapted, starting from the lower steps and leaving until they reached the limit of their unbearable.

On the sixth floor, Mu Qing didn't stay too long and continued to move forward.

This layer doesn't do much to compress the treasure arts.

On the seventh layer, sitting in a cross-legged position for nine hours, the power of the runes was compressed to the extreme, like threading a needle, and the power of the Mixed Yuan Treasure Technique began to merge.

This is not creation, but kneading, forcibly fusing disparate forces, like high explosives, thrown to cause great destruction.

The power of the two laws was intertwined with each other and fused together, making Mu Qing feel palpitations as well.

The Mixed Ingot Technique is equivalent to a container, and what is added to it is a variety of reagents, which can produce new chemical reactions after mixing.

"It's not the right way."

Mu Qing came to his senses, stood on the platform on the seventh floor, and began to reflect that he was only merging the three forces, not innovating.

He took a deep breath and began to move further, dispersing all his previous efforts and starting over.

This time, he started to operate with Tai Chi Dao as the core and as the 'axis', and included the Mixed Yuan Treasure Technique and the Rune Treasure Technique as accessories.

Under the pressure of the outside world, this time it was extremely smooth, and the power of the rune law did not compete with Mu Qing's Tai Chi law, but was perfectly integrated.

He was overjoyed, but did not continue, and immediately stopped, the pressure here was not enough to satisfy.

Finally, he began to march towards the eighth floor.

The people outside were hotly discussed, and they were all betting on whether Mu Qing could step on the eighth layer and stand side by side with the gods.

Standing at the entrance of the eighth floor, Mu Qing saw them.

They were only one step away from the ninth layer, but it was this step that stuck them all.

Then, he stepped on the first small step, and the pressure suddenly dropped, and Mu Qing's body sank suddenly, making him gasp.

"Compared to the Xuan Heavy Sword, it seems to be about the same." He grunted, quickly adapted, and moved on.

On the steps in front, the Martial Dao Divine Son didn't speak, glanced at it lightly, and then looked at the White Sword Divine Son: "Do you want to go down?" So as not to occupy an extra place here. ”

The Storm Goddess didn't speak, pursed her lips, and began to try a second time, but the result was still the same, the pressure on the ninth layer was too strong, and her skin began to crack, almost exploding.

On the other side, the Divine Son of Danzong was about to retreat, and he felt that he could not accept the pressure of the ninth layer.

He was very decisive, and as soon as this thought appeared, he withdrew directly, and then, his body began to be illusory, turning into a point of light in the sky and being teleported.

"Danzong Divine Son just gave up like this?" Outsiders were surprised, they thought that if the Divine Son of Danzong relied on the pill to gamble, it would be fine.

The Holy Sons of the past generations want to ascend to the ninth layer, who has not gone through great difficulty? Even the Holy Son who was beheaded almost lost his arms and finally reached the top.

The White Sword Divine Son did not speak with a gloomy face, looking at the scattered cultivators who were five bodies apart, he took a deep breath and began to try.

It's not wise to do it here, and the suppression is too great, and if you fail to shoot, you are very likely to be seriously injured.

"I can't go up to the ninth floor." The Divine Son of the Overlord frowned, he felt as if there was an invisible barrier in front of him, similar to a protective shield, separating them.

And that pressure, the moment it touched the barrier, blocked their way forward.

"That waste could go up back then, why can't I?" The White Sword Divine Son sneered, and after not being willing to condescend to others, he stepped out.

Others avoided it with interest, not wanting to be affected, this guy is crazy, and he will really pay an unimaginable price to climb up.

"There's weirdness." The monks outside looked closely, and they could clearly see that the barrier, which was white and composed of countless runes, seemed to be constructed by soul power, and at this time, it was bursting out with power to block the White Sword Divine Son.