Ancient Gods

After checking it out, Mo Yang took out the jade slip that the middle-aged man gave him and looked at it silently. There was no inscription on the jade slip, but there was a mysterious auspicious cloud pattern. He sent out his mind to sense it, and it seemed that there was a majestic and boundless breath blowing in his face.

"What kind of force is this?"

"And those two old guys, their cultivation is so strong that I wonder if they have surpassed the Dao realm... They may have seen some secrets in me, otherwise they would never retreat so easily..."

At this time, thinking back to the bits and pieces of what he experienced tonight, Mo Yang was afraid. The continent of the Wilderness was much more mysterious than he imagined.

"I don't know how the master's cultivation has broken through. When I meet these two forces again, I have to ask these two forces carefully!" Mo Yang said to himself while putting away the token and jade slip.

Mo Yang had never heard of these two forces before, but the drunkard should know something about them.

Then Mo Yang didn't think much about it. He sat cross-legged silently, put away his thoughts, and began to comprehend and practice.

Tonight, the power of his bloodline awakens further, which may be of great help to his realm after the impact. Mo Yang wants to see if he can take the opportunity to open the spiritual palace of the Great Saint Realm.

For the cultivation world, this night is not only a bloody night, but also destined to be a sleepless night. After the war, the news was spread to all directions by various means by cultivators from all parties.

Originally, the cultivation world has been paying attention to this matter during this period of time. As the news spread, almost the entire wilderness was in turmoil.

From Bei Cang to Zhongzhou, from the Western Region to the Eastern Region... The news swept the entire wilderness like a major earthquake, and everyone was shocked.

Originally, many cultivators believed that Mo Yang could not escape this disaster, but no one expected that this disaster was a disaster for the cultivation world. In just one night, countless old-generation cultivators died, and I don’t know how many forces fell silent after hearing the news.

This is an ending that no one expected.

There was no purple air coming from Ziyun Peak, but the rumored scene was staged again. All around Ziyun Peak, there were dried bloodstains and broken limbs everywhere.

The next day, it was heard that in every area of ​​the wilderness, many forces were in mourning, and there was a sad atmosphere.

Various news about Mo Yang was still spreading wildly, but many cultivators were silent after hearing it, not knowing how to describe this battle.

In the spread of news, the two mysterious sects that recruited Mo Yang were specifically mentioned. There were various opinions. Some cultivators speculated that one of the forces might be the long-hidden War God Palace.

Some cultivators also mentioned that the Qianji Sect seemed to have appeared, and the two brothers showed up, and the former two-pole formation reappeared in the world.

Various news spread rapidly, but there was no news of revenge or hunting down Mo Yang.

Many cultivators were paying attention to the Jiang family and the Duan family, who had a great grudge against Mo Yang, but these two forces were surprisingly quiet. Needless to say, the Duan family seemed to have not taken action at all in the battle last night.

And only one person from the Jiang family escaped, extremely embarrassed, and no one in the entire Jiangdu City saw any movement from the Jiang family, it was very quiet.

Time passed slowly. Mo Yang disappeared after the battle, just like before. Now no one knows where he is.

A few days later, many cultivators went to Ziyun Peak. The traces of the battle spread for hundreds of miles. It is unknown how many people died on the battlefield. After a few days, there was a rotten stench there, and the bloody smell seemed to have not dissipated completely.

On this day, a woman wearing a bamboo hat and a veil flew to Ziyun Peak. She looked around silently. In addition to shock, there were more complicated expressions in her eyes.

She was none other than the Taoist saint who came from the same place as Mo Yang.

But there were so many cultivators coming and going that no one noticed her.

After walking around the battlefield silently, she was a little bit unbelievable after hearing the news, although it seemed not surprising that such a thing happened to Mo Yang. After all, it was like this on Xuantian Continent.

"You really haven't changed at all... You are still the evil star before."

Looking at the devastated land, she let out a barely audible sigh.

After she left, she had been practicing in seclusion. In the wilderness with rich spiritual energy, her cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. However, compared with Mo Yang, even though her cultivation level increased dramatically, the gap was still widening.

Too many things had happened between the two of them. Now, she couldn't say whether she hated Mo Yang or not. In the future, she might have to rely on Mo Yang to leave the wilderness.

In the Saint Sect of Zhongzhou, Xu Qing and others looked at the note in their hands, and everyone was silent.

They knew more about Mo Yang. Although they knew that Mo Yang would not be killed easily, they did not expect such a result.

"He did not use the Emperor Tower or the Emperor-level armor. With a few drops of Emperor Blood and God and Demon Drunk, he resolved the crisis and left countless strong men dead in the wilderness..." Murong Xue sighed lightly.

Xu Qing looked at Murong Xue and sighed, "The original choice was indeed correct. If we had been enemies with him, we don't know what would have happened to the Holy Sect now..."

"But this guy is a little too abnormal. He has killed so many powerful people and offended so many forces. Isn't he afraid at all... I'm afraid he will be hunted down or on the way to be hunted down in the future!"

Many of the young generation of geniuses had different reactions after hearing the news.

In the Duan family mansion in Zhongzhou, Duan Chenxiang stood silently in the courtyard. The sky was terribly gloomy and the wind was sweeping. His white clothes rustled. Looking at the news coming from various places in his hands, he said nothing and his face was terribly gloomy.

He has always been conceited, but at this moment he felt a little helpless, and after a long time he let out a sigh.

"In terms of cultivation, I am better than you, why..."

Indeed, if we talk about cultivation, among the geniuses of the same generation, Mo Yang is not the strongest. Even if he cultivates very fast, he is only at the peak of the Great Saint Realm now. It may take a long time for him to step into the Heavenly Saint Realm.

But what he did, no one of his peers has done, especially the recent disturbances were caused by Mo Yang. It seems that no one has that kind of courage except Mo Yang.

"Who are you? Are you really a son of the emperor as rumored... How is it possible..."

Duan Chenxiang kept flipping through the notes in his hand, which contained various opinions. Many news mentioned that Mo Yang's ancient divine bloodline had further awakened, saying that he might be a son of the emperor.

There are many such speculations, and the reasons are mentioned in them.

Although there are many theories, many people still cannot understand. After all, the emperor has been extinct for countless years, and Mo Yang is only over 20 years old. Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to be related to those ancient supreme beings.