"Bold!"

"Chu Mo, you should be damned!"

"Mouth out of the rage, die!"

At the moment when Chu Mo said this, the faces of all the Thousand Machine Sect disciples in the field suddenly changed greatly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Tang Yan, Gao Xiaofan, Fat Man, Yan Crazy San and the others even slapped the storage bag on their waists, and a flying sword appeared in their hands, and they wanted to kill this Chu Mo directly.

Although Qianjimen is in decline, this is a family after all, and the master of Tianjizi is like his own relatives, this Chu Mo dares to slander Qianjimen like this, and he is rude to teach him, which undoubtedly makes them have the heart to kill.

A terrifying murderous aura permeated the hall of the Thousand Machines Palace, especially the terrifying momentum of Tianjizi that made Chu Mo's face turn pale, and his steps took a few steps back.

However, this Chu Mo was not afraid of it, but looked at everyone present with a sneer and said coldly: "The momentum is there, but do you dare to kill me?"

Hearing this, Yan Yansan's face turned angry: "Do you really think that we don't dare to kill you? You are just a congenital consummate waste, and we are afraid that you will not succeed!"

Chu Mo just glanced at everyone coldly, but he looked directly at the heavenly machine, and he didn't back down in the slightest.

Tianjizi's face was gloomy and terrifying, this Qianjimen is his own foundation, how can he stand Chu Mo's slander, he originally wanted to directly kill the kid in front of him who didn't know the height of the sky, but when he saw that pair of fearless eyes, he endured it stiffly.

"We are not worthy of cultivating immortals? Could it be that you are a junior who has no immortal roots? Then you tell me, what is cultivating immortals?" Although Tianjizi's words are old, the murderous intent in them is not concealed in the slightest.

Chu Mo glanced at Tianji coldly and was silent, but walked to the door of the Thousand Machines Palace, pointed his sword at the door of the Thousand Machines Palace, and pointed at the spacious square in front of the Thousand Machines Palace, which was as high as more than ten long, and the statue of the ancestor carved from white jade was carved from white jade.

"You look at this statue every day, just as a reverent being, but you know who it is?"

"Nonsense, this is our founding ancestor Qianjizi, why do you need to say more?" The fat man Lin Yi waited for Chu Mo fiercely, but his honest face was eager to eat him at the moment.

"It turns out that you all know that this is Master Zu!" Chu Mo sneered as if he had heard something funny: "You claim to be a disciple of the Thousand Machine Gate, but what are you worthy of the three words Thousand Machine Gate?"

Speaking of this, Chu Mo's tone became a little hurried: "In the past, the founding patriarch was just a mediocre person with an immortal root, and in the face of an enemy whose strength was much higher than him, he was never afraid to kill all the way, break into the secret realm, fight with others, and destroy no less than dozens of nine-rank sects with one person and one sword, and even raise the former eight-rank sect to establish this thousand machine sects on this site, and what about you?"

Speaking of this, Chu Mo glanced at everyone present, and their eyes were full of disdain: "And what point do you have that like a disciple of the Thousand Machines Sect?" Although the Lei Yang Sect is a behemoth, it is comparable to the difficulties encountered by the ancestor in the past?"

Speaking of this, Chu Mo looked at Tianjizi, although the strength of this Tianjizi was as high as the Jindan realm, but Chu Mo didn't care about this at the moment, and he had already reached this point, and he had already offended the entire Qianjimen to the end, so what was he afraid of.

"Zhangjiao asked me what I mean by cultivating immortals, I don't understand, let alone dare to say that I understand, Chu Mo has only been in the Thousand Machines Gate for more than half a month, but he has more or less realized a few words from the deeds of the ancestor in the past!"

Speaking of this, Chu Mo said coldly word by word: "Fight with others, fight with the sky, and fight with yourself!"

With the landing of Chu Mo's words, the silence in the entire Thousand Machine Hall was terrifying!

All the Qianjimen disciples in the field quietly lowered their heads, their faces changed blue-red, and Chu Mo's words were like an initiation, and they were speechless.

They were wrong!

Chu Mo was right, he was not worthy of being a disciple of Qianjimen.

The sect is declining, and all the crises are actually provoked by themselves and others, they are afraid of death, they have no heart to fight, and they occasionally complain about the corner but are comfortable with others.

No, they are just a sect that should be smaller than the Thousand Machines Sect, so why be afraid?

The Leiyang Sect is terrifying? No, they are just a Nine-Rank Sect, even if their strength is much stronger than their own, but what can they do?

But these two small sects actually made him not dare to break into a small secret realm, and they hid here one by one and trembled and uneasy.

"If the former founding patriarch saw himself and others like this, it is estimated that he would 、、、、" Thinking of all the disciples of the Thousand Machine Sect, they looked at the dozens of tall patriarchs in the square and were silent for a long time.

Tianjizi didn't speak, he looked at Chu Mo quietly, his old body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of guilt.

"Hey!" a sigh came, and at some point, another middle-aged man appeared in the silent Thousand Machines Hall.

Dressed in a cyan robe, his resolute face bears the traces of time, but it also makes him feel a sense of vicissitudes.

He was not majestic, but standing there with that tall body made Chu Mo have an incomprehensible sense of profundity, like a scholar who had no power to restrain a chicken, and an air of elegance came spontaneously.

A trace of shock flashed on Chu Mo's face, such a middle-aged man actually appeared in the Thousand Machines Hall quietly, if he wanted to be unfavorable to himself and others, I am afraid that he and others would not even know how to die!

However, seeing that all the disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect and the master of the sect did not have a trace of panic, Chu Mo calmed down a little.

The middle-aged man went to see Chu Mo, but looked at Tianjizi, and sighed for a long time: "Since Master Zu, Master has been continuously immortalized to pass this position of master to you for a hundred years, and today even a kid can see through it, why can't you and me, Senior Brother?"

Speaking of this middle-aged man, his face was full of wry smiles: "Cultivating immortals for more than a hundred years, even a kid who is not even in the realm of the sea of clouds can directly obtain the essence of cultivating immortals, but we are in a mess for life, senior brother, you and I are wrong!"

Tianjizi opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, it turned into a sigh of shame.

"If you had penetrated it early, this thousand machine doors would not have been like this!"

Thinking of this day, Jizi sighed and said ashamedly: "It's a pity, it's too late!"

It's late, it's late, the disciples of Qianjimen have withered and can't afford to fight, and the killing machine of Leiyangmen is close at hand, it's already late!

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but looked at Chu Mo, his eyes full of approval: "You are the new disciple who entered the door this time, and your name is Chu Mo?"

So far, Chu Moruo still can't guess the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him, and Chu Mo has lived two lives in vain, isn't this person the senior uncle of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in Hua Ruoran's mouth in the past?

nodded: "Yes, the disciple is Chu Mo!" His eyes did not retreat, and he looked directly at the middle-aged man.

Tianyangzi smiled at the corner of his mouth and glanced at Tianjizi lightly: "My senior brother said it was late, you told him, is it late?"

Looking at Tianyangzi's eyes, Chu Mo also smiled, but he didn't answer Tianyangzi's words, but instead looked at the thirteen Qianjimen disciples present: "You told the master, is it late?"