Ancient Gods

Nie Yun returned shortly after leaving. Seeing several Jianshan disciples lying on the ground, he hurriedly walked in to check the situation.

His brows furrowed more and more, and his face became solemn.

"This... Brother Mo, I heard that you have extraordinary attainments in the way of alchemy..." After Nie Yun made some inquiries, he hurriedly looked up at Mo Yang.

He was interrupted by Er Gouzi when he was halfway through his words. Er Gouzi said, "Nie boy, this is not a problem with the elixir. You also saw the blood-red magic patterns on their bodies. That's the key!"

"I'm afraid only the strongest power can dissolve it. As long as the magic patterns are dissolved, it shouldn't be difficult for them to survive!"

Mo Yang sighed and said, "Yes, these magic patterns are the key. The magic patterns have been absorbing the life force in their bodies. After such a long time, there is little life force left in their bodies. If you want to save your life, you have to find a way quickly!"

After about a cup of tea, a terrifying breath suddenly surged, causing Mo Yang's face to change slightly.

A middle-aged man in plain clothes appeared here. He was none other than the Sword Saint.

Mo Yang only vaguely saw the other party's moving trajectory. He couldn't help but sigh. Now in front of him, the Sword Saint's cultivation was not that terrifying, but his combat power was definitely far beyond his own cultivation realm.

"Senior!" Mo Yang saluted the Sword Saint.

Mo Yang always had a grateful heart for this sword master. Although his cultivation was no longer the same as before, he could be on equal terms with the Sword Saint in terms of cultivation and combat power, but Mo Yang did not do so.

The Sword Saint stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at Mo Yang, and a wave of emotion appeared in his eyes. He sighed softly: "At such an age, your cultivation has reached such a world. I have heard a lot about you. The young are formidable!"

He sighed sincerely, and Mo Yang had been to Jianshan before. It was not a long time since now, but Mo Yang's cultivation has skyrocketed all the way, and he has actually reached the Saint Emperor realm.

Although he already knew that Mo Yang had set foot in the Saint Emperor Realm, he was still filled with emotion when he saw Mo Yang in person.

"Thank you for your help last time!" Mo Yang said.

The Sword Saint waved his hand and sighed, "I borrowed the ancient chessboard from you to fulfill my promise to you. No need to thank me!"

Then he glanced at the disciples of Jianshan and said, "This time, thanks to you, Jianshan owes you another favor."

Mo Yang was very calm and said, "I went to the Burial Ground to find Xia Fengliu, and it was just a matter of convenience to save them!"

Mo Yang then sighed, "Their situation is not optimistic. I can't help them. I can only send them back to Jianshan as soon as possible!"

The Sword Saint didn't say much, and leaned over to check the situation of the disciples of Jianshan.

Nie Yun's heart was in turmoil. Mo Yang was able to escape from the forbidden area and bring people out. He hurriedly asked: "Brother Mo, I wonder how Xia Fengliu is doing now?"

Mo Yang shook his head and said: "I am also looking for a way to save him. In the end, whether he lives or dies depends on his own luck!"

Nie Yun fell silent after hearing this. He thought that Mo Yang's alchemy attainments were extraordinary, and perhaps Mo Yang had a way to resolve it. Now it seems that Mo Yang seems to be helpless.

The Sword Saint did not stay. He simply said a few words to Mo Yang and left with the disciples of Jianshan.

And Mo Yang also said goodbye and left. Now Xia Fengliu's situation is still unclear. Although the tower soul agreed to take action, according to the tower soul, Xia Fengliu's life and death is unpredictable.

After leaving Jianshan, Mo Yang and Er Gouzi entered the Xinghuang Tower.

On the fourth floor of the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang arrived. Xia Fengliu was lying flat in the air, surrounded by a light cocoon. Although the blood-colored magic patterns around him had mostly dissipated, the life fluctuations on his body had almost disappeared.

"Senior, this is..." Mo Yang concentrated and sensed. Xia Fengliu now seemed to have completely fallen, and the vitality in his body could no longer be sensed.

The figure of the tower soul emerged. He stood there silently and glanced at Xia Fengliu.

Then he looked at Mo Yang and said, "I told you before that he is no different from a dead person. Although I set up this formation to dissolve the magic pattern in his body, whether he can save his life in the end depends on God's will!"

The tower soul continued, "Even if he can save his life in the end, his cultivation..."

Mo Yang sighed heavily, and a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart. He sighed lightly, "If you can save your life, you don't have to worry about anything else. Even if your cultivation is completely gone... you can start all over again, but if you lose your life, everything is meaningless!"

"Leave first, come back in three days, whether you live or die, we will see then!" The tower soul said this to Mo Yang without saying much.

At this time, Xia Fengliu was shrouded by a mysterious formation, and a thick layer of light cocoon condensed around his body, as if he was undergoing a transformation, as if he was experiencing a nirvana.

After leaving the Xinghuang Tower, he and Er Gouzi went south all the way.

After entering a city, they accidentally heard about what happened recently in Xuantian Holy Land.

Mo Yang used the Transformation Scroll to change his appearance, and asked several customers in a restaurant carefully, and then he understood clearly.

Er Gouzi glanced at Mo Yang, and then the man and the beast left the restaurant.

"Fuck, is that Yao Chi girl so strong? She dares to provoke any force!" After leaving the restaurant, Er Gouzi spoke, very surprised.

Even Mo Yang did not expect that the Saint of Yao Chi, who promised to protect Xuantian Holy Land, would be so strong.

Because even the powerful people of the mysterious family in the East Region were killed by the Saint of Yao Chi.

"Isn't she worried about getting into trouble? Openly standing on the same pirate ship with you is equivalent to declaring war on those powerful forces that are hostile to you!"

Er Gouzi couldn't figure it out in his heart, because this time it was indeed beyond his expectations.

"Tsk tsk, kid, this girl must have taken a fancy to you. Whether it is Yaowang Valley or the family that loves to play the flute, their strength is extremely terrifying. If they join forces, Yao Chi Holy Land may not be able to resist..."

Mo Yang's heart was also difficult to calm down. He did not expect many things at all.

"Let's go back to Xuantian Holy Land first and find out the specific situation!" Mo Yang said.

They have only heard some rumors from the mouths of cultivators now, but the specific situation is still unclear. In addition, in recent days, a message came from the East Region, which seemed to ask Yao Chi Holy Land to give an explanation by name.

There is no doubt that the mysterious family in the Eastern Region is powerful. The fact that they directly spread this kind of news shows that they are really angry.