Ancient Gods

When the young man asked this question, the whole banquet hall fell silent.

More than ten people at the table all looked at Mo Yang. No one really knew Mo Yang's identity. Even Hua Heshang from the Buddhist sect and Nie Yun from Jianshan were very curious.

Meng Xianyin and the city lord also wanted to know. At this time, they all put down their wine glasses and looked at Mo Yang.

Because in their opinion, Mo Yang could no longer be refused.

Mo Yang poured himself a glass of wine, then handed the wine jar directly to Er Gouzi, took a sip, then slowly put down the wine glass, then looked at everyone, then froze for a moment, and asked in confusion: "Why are you looking at me? Do you think I'm too handsome?"

Everyone present was stunned, and some people almost wanted to curse in their hearts, do you still have any shame?

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such a shameless person. No, I have seen it now!

However, Mo Yang then looked at the young man who had just spoken, smiling lightly, looking harmless, and said: "Brother, I'm sorry, I don't seem to know you, and don't say that I have a predestined relationship with you. I'm not interested in men, but I feel that Fairy Meng and I have a predestined relationship!"

Mo Yang looked at Meng Xianyin with a smile on his face and asked: "Right, Fairy Meng!"

Meng Xianyin hesitated for a moment before coming back to her senses, and just nodded awkwardly.

The young man was stunned when he heard this, and the wine glass in his hand was still raised in the air. He was a little at a loss for a while. He was obviously asking about Mo Yang's identity, and the other words were just polite words, but now he was completely led astray by Mo Yang. If he continued to ask, it would be inappropriate.

The city lord narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Yang silently. He had already felt Mo Yang's cultivation outside the inn. He was at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm. Judging from his cultivation, Mo Yang was not outstanding. There were many stronger people in the younger generation than Mo Yang.

The key is the dog on Mo Yang's shoulder, which is still drinking wildly with a jar of wine, without any image at all, but this dog is too terrifying, and the pressure it exudes is even more terrifying than that of a Saint Realm powerhouse.

"Fairy Meng, I was really intoxicated by your piano music in the Qingfeng Pavilion before. Look at the beautiful night and bright sunshine tonight, why don't you play a song!" Mo Yang said with a faint smile.

This banquet is not aimed at anyone on the surface, but it is actually aimed at him, so Mo Yang can only think of a way to change the protagonist.

This Meng Xianyin is undoubtedly the best candidate.

After Mo Yang finished speaking, he looked at the city lord, who could only force a smile and nodded.

A trace of coldness flashed in Meng Xianyin's eyes, but she always had a trace of faint smile on her face, and said: "In this case, then I will show my ugliness!"

After that, she took out a guqin from the ring, and her delicate jade hands trembled the strings. With a light sound, a ray of sound waves spread like water waves, and instantly spread throughout the city lord's mansion.

Mo Yang, who was sitting on the side, frowned slightly, feeling a little angry. This girl was targeting him on purpose. The sound waves brushed past him, as if carrying some kind of magical power, making him feel a little drowsy, as if it could induce sleep.

"Boy, if I'm not mistaken, this is one of the songs of their Xianyin Pavilion, the Demon Subduing Song. It is said that if a true Taoist plays it, it can be enshrined as a god and subdue demons. This girl has some talent, and can even play this song!"

"Using music to enter the Tao, the killing sound waves can hurt the body and damage the soul, but the first thing to attack is your consciousness. Your cultivation is still low, so you must stay awake, otherwise it is easy to sink into it and can't pull it out!"

Listening to Er Gouzi's words, Mo Yang hurriedly urged the mysterious skills secretly.

The sound waves spread out, and apart from the sound waves, there was no sound in the entire hall. Sometimes it was like a spring breeze blowing on your face, as if you could see a land full of vitality, sometimes it was like a hundred flowers blooming, and then it was like an autumn wind sweeping across, making people feel an indescribable depression, and then it was like a cold wind sweeping across, as if snow was falling in all directions...

"Boom..."

With the last sound, Mo Yang's body trembled suddenly. He felt as if a terrifying sword energy pierced into his mind. His blood was agitated, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. The glass of wine on the table in front of him was immediately stained red, like a glass of blood.

"Brother Mo, I'm really sorry, I don't know your cultivation level, because the songs we practice in Xianyin Pavilion all have corresponding artistic conception. If your cultivation level is not enough, you can't bear it!" Meng Xianyin pretended to be apologetic.

Because among the many geniuses at the banquet, only Mo Yang was injured.

Looking at the bright red wine glass in front of Mo Yang, everyone present had different expressions, some were disdainful, some were thoughtful...

Mo Yang's face was a little pale, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then smiled: "It's okay, Fairy Meng really plays a good song, but I remember when I left Qingfeng Pavilion before, I told Fairy Meng that I don't like the murderous intent in this piano sound!"

"Girl, there is a word to describe you very appropriately, you are really big-breasted and brainless, have you never died, you have grown two big white rabbits in vain, do you think that in this city lord's mansion, Mo Yang dare not press you to the ground and rub you?" Er Gouzi spoke with a mouth full of alcohol and a pair of slanted eyes.

"Humph, you beast is looking for death, Fairy Meng has just said that it is because of insufficient cultivation that you can't bear the artistic conception of the piano sound. Beasts are beasts and can't understand human words!" A cultivator spoke.

Originally, Mo Yang brought a dog to sit with them, which had already made several people present unhappy, and now they couldn't help but shout angrily.

Mo Yang was very decisive. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and poured it over directly. Mo Yang secretly activated his energy and circulated the war scroll. The drink he poured out was like dozens of bloody sword energy, and it suddenly stabbed the young man. .

The young man's face changed drastically, and it was only now that he felt the terrifying power contained in the drink. Even though his cultivation level was almost the same as Mo Yang's, the power was far stronger than him and could not be resisted at all.

"puff……"

Although the Pavilion Master immediately intervened to stop him, two sword energy pierced directly through his body, bringing out two bloody swords.

His body was all blown away together.

The expressions of everyone present changed greatly. In this situation, Mo Yang actually dared to take action, so directly and without saying a word, he killed directly.

"How strong is your cultivation?" Mo Yang said coldly, and then said: "Do you want to see me smash your head with my palm?"

"Meng Xianzi, I heard that you are the direct disciple of the master of the Xianyin Pavilion. The sound of the piano just now seemed to have the smell of killing. I am very interested. I think it is better to choose a day than to hit the sun, and this place is also spacious, so why not just go with it? How about giving it a try here?"