Ancient Gods

Mo Yang stood silently for a long time above the ruins of Xuantian Holy Land.

This time, returning from the wilderness, this is the biggest knot in his heart. Now the only thing that supports the glimmer of hope in his heart is that he has not heard the news of Yu Yao's death.

"Boy, she will not fall so easily. She must be alive. You will definitely meet in the future!" Er Gouzi said to Mo Yang.

Although it said so, it just said so. From its expression and tone, it can be seen that in its heart, the possibility of Yu Yao's survival is very small.

Mo Yang did not speak, looking down at the ruins below, and after a long time, he let out a faint sigh, then he turned to look to the south and said, "Let's go to the South Wilderness!"

After that, Mo Yang took out the ancient chessboard and opened the teleportation array, and disappeared in mid-air with Er Gouzi.

Not long after, they walked out of the teleportation channel. This place is the border between the South Wilderness and the Central Region. Mo Yang and Er Gouzi walked into the Rizhao Golden City.

The once bustling Rizhao Golden City now seems to be much quieter. Although there are still many pedestrians in and out of the city, it always feels that the shadow of the former bustle is gone.

Er Gouzi sighed and said: "Several years have passed in the blink of an eye. The Xuantian Continent has indeed changed a lot. I think we were hunted down by the strong men of the Dao Sect here..."

Mo Yang silently glanced around, his mind was dazed. At first glance, it seemed that there was not much change from the past, but it was different after all. This is the feeling of things and people have changed.

After staying in Rizhao Golden City for several hours, Er Gouzi seemed to be too idle and dragged Mo Yang into an auction house to bid for several spiritual medicines.

"I don't want anything else, I just want to find the feeling of the past, but now I feel that the spiritual medicine is too tasteless..." After walking out of the auction house, Er Gouzi stuffed the spiritual medicine directly into his mouth, chewing and disliking it.

Mo Yang no longer had the heart to shoot the elixir. He walked silently with his hands behind his back. He came here just to see if he could see Yu Yao or his senior brothers and sisters in a corner.

Unfortunately, the thing he hoped for did not happen.

After leaving Rizhao Jincheng, Mo Yang and Er Gouzi walked all the way to the South Wilderness. On a mountain path, Mo Yang's eyes froze slightly.

Because he saw a familiar figure, not the senior brothers and sisters of Gan Zong, but a young monk wearing a monk's robe, with a bald head and a wine gourd hanging around his waist, which gave people a very strange feeling.

This person is the genius of the Buddhist sect that is rare in hundreds of years, named Bai Fan!

Mo Yang did not expect to meet Bai Fan here. He had not seen him for several years. At first glance, Bai Fan gave people a feeling of being unfathomable. Even Mo Yang stared at him, and for a while he could not see through Bai Fan's cultivation.

"Tsk tsk, damn bad luck, I actually met this bald donkey again!" Er Gouzi smacked his lips and muttered.

"Boy, since you left Xuantian Continent in the past few years, most of the geniuses on the continent have disappeared. This bald donkey has also disappeared for a few years. I actually met him here!" Er Gouzi spoke to Mo Yang.

While speaking, Bai Fan seemed to feel the gaze behind him. He stopped and looked back. His eyes were calm, but when his eyes swept over Mo Yang and Er Gouzi, there were obviously a few more waves in his eyes.

Then a golden light flashed in his eyes. He stared at Mo Yang for a moment, and then looked at Er Gouzi again, with a bit of surprise on his face.

Although he didn't speak, he stood there and looked at Mo Yang silently.

Mo Yang sighed in his heart. The Buddhist sect was indeed extraordinary. The skills left by the former Buddha were indeed amazing, because he knew that Bai Fan had recognized his identity.

Both sides were silent for a moment, and Mo Yang smiled and said first: "What a coincidence, I haven't seen you for several years, and I can actually meet Brother Bai here!"

There used to be many grievances between Mo Yang and the Buddhist Sect, and even the strong men of the Buddhist Sect had chased him several times. Bai Fan and him had also fought several times, but the relationship between the two was a little subtle, and they were neither enemies nor friends.

Mo Yang said as he walked forward slowly. Bai Fan's eyes stayed on Mo Yang for a moment, and then the surprise on his face disappeared, and he said calmly: "I haven't seen you for several years, and I thought Brother Mo had left Xuantian Continent!"

This surprised Mo Yang secretly, but he remained calm on the surface.

"You have become much stronger!" Bai Fan spoke again when he approached.

Mo Yang just smiled faintly and responded: "After all, several years have passed, no one will stand still, and Brother Bai has become even more unfathomable!"

At this time, Mo Yang felt the obscure fluctuations on Bai Fan's body, and he had actually reached the ninth level of the Great Saint Realm.

Mo Yang had to sigh again. The water in the Buddhist sect was indeed deep. In a place like Xuantian Continent, the spiritual energy was originally much thinner, which naturally had a great impact on cultivators, but Bai Fan could actually reach this point.

If he had stayed here, his cultivation would probably be only about the same as Bai Fan, or even worse.

"Brother Mo, are you going to the Southern Wilderness?" Bai Fan asked calmly.

"I just came out of retreat and want to walk around!" Mo Yang said.

Bai Fan nodded, turned around and continued to walk forward without asking any more questions.

Mo Yang frowned slightly and asked, "I heard that after the ancient race was born, the Buddhist sect also closed the sect. Could it be reopened now?"

Bai Fan shook his head slightly, pondered for a moment and said, "I ran away secretly!"

As he said that, he took off the wine gourd on his waist, shook the cork open, poured a sip into his mouth, and then said, "The ancient race was born, what do you think, brother Mo?"

Without waiting for Mo Yang to speak, he added: "In the past year, they have massacred many forces. For the human race, this may be a catastrophe!"

Mo Yang did not answer but asked, "Then I wonder what Brother Bai thinks, how does the Buddhist sect view the ancient race?"

Bai Fan stopped and looked back at Mo Yang, and said: "You also know that the Buddhist sect does not participate in worldly disputes. No matter how I look at it, it is useless. The key is how the sect chooses!"

Mo Yang sighed lightly: "The ancient race is far more terrifying than imagined. I am just a small cultivator. If they don't provoke me, I won't provoke them either. Provoke them!"

Bai Fan glanced at Mo Yang silently and said, "The destruction of Xuantian Holy Land is related to them!"

Mo Yang was stunned by Bai Fan's words. Bai Fan continued, "If everyone seeks profit and avoids harm, in the end, both our Buddhist sect and Yaochi Holy Land may be swallowed by them, and other forces cannot avoid it!"

Mo Yang's eyes condensed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "What does Brother Bai mean?"

Bai Fan sighed lightly, then took another sip of wine, and sighed lightly, "I don't want to tell others these words, but you are different. A few years ago, the divine fortune teller mentioned you and said that you are an anomaly!"