Ancient Gods

The two powerful men hiding in the Imperial City looked at the scene in front of them, both of them frowned and looked a little ugly.

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They were all very powerful and had already stepped into the Dao realm. Naturally, they could feel that the killing methods hidden in the mysterious scroll of the Jiang family were extremely unusual. The powerful man who left the treasure must have been terribly powerful.

Although many years have passed, the killing methods sealed in it can still burst out with unparalleled power after being activated.

At first glance, the previous collision made the drunkard intact and uninjured, but in fact, it was not as it seemed.

They did not know the specific cultivation level of the drunkard, because it was much higher than theirs, and the drunkard rarely showed up in normal times, let alone took action, which was very rare.

But today, seeing the solemn look on the drunkard's face, this seemed to be the first time they saw it.

The huge palm of light that fell from the scroll was instantly pierced by the wine pot that the drunkard smashed, and then the entire palm of light collapsed directly, and the violent energy fluctuations immediately swept in all directions. Although there were several light curtains covering the surroundings, the strong men of the Duan family were still frightened and hurriedly withdrew.

The faces of the strong men of the Jiang family were extremely gloomy at this time. They had been staring at the battlefield closely. Seeing that the attack methods shaken out of the scroll were successively resolved, several people became nervous.

They all knew that this mysterious old man with an extremely sloppy appearance had a strong cultivation. After all, he was a figure comparable to several ancestors of their Jiang family, but they did not expect him to be so powerful.

Especially the broken wine pot, several people stared at it and did not see anything special, but just smashed it, and directly cracked the killing methods one after another.

At this time, the drunkard's body directly ascended to the sky in one step, and actually rushed towards the mysterious scroll that covered the four directions.

The light falling from all sides was like curtains, binding the battlefield. However, after a few killing methods collided, the light curtains were torn apart directly, and the raging air waves poured out like a river bursting its banks, shattering the surrounding void one after another.

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Mo Yang had no idea about the war outside.

At this time, he was still lying quietly in the Qiankun formation in the secret room. Over the past few days, his physical injuries had recovered, but because his soul power was severely damaged, he had not woken up yet.

For Mo Yang, this injury was more serious than any previous one. He had been hovering on the edge of life and death. It was just like what the old monster said, life and death were only a thought away.

If he could survive, he might be able to break and then stand up. After such serious damage to his soul, if he could transform through this, he would definitely be stronger than before.

But if he couldn't make it, there would be only one result waiting for Mo Yang, and that was death.

After the Heavenly Punishment ended, the drunkard found that Mo Yang was in an extremely dangerous situation, so he didn't bother to check anything and took him away from there and rushed to the Imperial City.

In addition, Mo Yang's life breath was weak, and his cultivation breath was not obvious. The two strong men in the Imperial City did not see the clues of Mo Yang's cultivation.

After the Heavenly Punishment ended, Mo Yang's cultivation should have at least broken through a realm.

He was at the seventh level of the Great Saint Realm before, and now he should have reached at least the eighth level of the Great Saint Realm, but his real cultivation level is still the seventh level at this time.

His cultivation has not broken through!

Now that a war broke out in the sky above the Imperial City, everyone's attention was on the battlefield. At this time, Mo Yang, who was lying in the Qiankun Formation, had a silent change in his body.

The seemingly dry meridians in his body began to transform at this time, and his whole body also began a transformation, because his cultivation had just begun to break through at this time, and his realm was changing silently.

The divine light in his Dantian was magnificent, and as a violent force grew out of his body, his peaceful Dantian immediately set off a huge wave.

Silently, his cultivation broke through the barrier of the seventh level of the Great Saint Realm, and then went all the way up to the early eighth level, the middle eighth level...

In just a cup of tea, the aura in his body had reached the peak of the eighth level.

On the one hand, it was because the Qiankun Formation obscured all the auras. This was an extremely amazing change, but no one from the outside world noticed it at all, even the drunkard seemed not to notice the movement in the secret room.

Not to mention the Jiang family, the Duan family, and the Sword Sect. Moreover, their minds were fixed on the battlefield at this time, and they didn't care about Mo Yang at all.

After all, according to the news they received, Mo Yang had suffered a heavy blow.

Mo Yang's cultivation stayed at the peak of the eighth level of the Great Saint Realm for a few breaths, and then the barrier of his cultivation silently collapsed. The aura on his body changed again, and he jumped up and reached the ninth level.

However, after reaching the ninth level of the Great Saint Realm, his cultivation gradually stopped.

Although the power of the Heavenly Dao Seal is extraordinary, Mo Yang's cultivation is not weak now. It is extremely rare for him to jump from the seventh level of the Great Saint Realm to the ninth level.

With the two transformations of his cultivation, Mo Yang's divine light bloomed around him, and his body seemed to condense into a cocoon, and the divine light enveloped him.

On the light cocoon, the magic patterns spread like crawling worms, and the scene looked extremely creepy.

But soon, those magic patterns slowly disappeared, and not long after, the light cocoon also began to fade, and the divine light was absorbed into Mo Yang's body. In a cup of tea, Mo Yang's body returned to calm.

Mo Yang still lay there quietly. Although there were earth-shaking changes in his body, he still did not wake up.

Outside the secret room, the battle was not over. A huge scroll still covered the sky above the imperial city. The drunkard stood in the air. He seemed to be injured. His robe seemed to have a few more holes, and blood could be seen around the holes.

But the breath and fluctuations from the scroll did not weaken at all. On the contrary, the brilliance emanating from the whole body was even stronger.

The drunkard held the broken wine pot in one hand. There was no expression on his face at this time, but he looked a little solemn.

He was not afraid of anything. Although the killing methods sealed in this scroll were extraordinary, even after countless years, it was still difficult for him to deal with it. However, he had already seen that it seemed easier to destroy this treasure directly than to deal with these killing methods.

He wanted to delay time now, because he sensed some abnormal fluctuations in the secret room in a trance just now.

Although Mo Yang was lying in the Qiankun Formation, which could conceal many means of detection and divine thoughts could not detect it, he left a trace of divine thoughts on Mo Yang, which just now disappeared silently, as if something had changed in Mo Yang's body.

However, the scroll was now full of divine light, and after a series of killing methods, a figure actually emerged in the scroll.

Several Jiang family masters in the distance were also shocked at this time. They never thought that when the ancestor was refining this treasure, he actually sealed an incarnation in the scroll.