Ancient Gods

Walking up to the fifth floor of the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang went straight to the God-conferring Formation.

Because Mo Yang had come to ask about the Great Emperor before, the nameless strongman's eyebrows jumped when he saw Mo Yang, as if he had seen the God of Plague.

Mo Yang originally took out two jars of Immortal Drunk, but he felt that if he continued to squander it like this, it might not take long for the Immortal Drunk to run out. After thinking about it, he put away another jar.

After all, it is easy to get a lot of money, but this Immortal Drunk is hard to get.

Mo Yang didn't even know if he could set foot on the land of the wilderness again in this life. This Immortal Drunk was considered to be one less jar after drinking one jar, and once it was drunk, there would be no more.

When he came to the God-conferring Formation, the nameless strongman glanced at Mo Yang, and glanced at the jar of Immortal Drunk in Mo Yang's right hand calmly, his face faintly blackened.

"Senior!" Mo Yang smiled and spoke directly to the nameless strongman.

"Boy, what are you doing here again?" The nameless strong man knew that Mo Yang would not come to see him for no reason, and he must have something to ask for.

The nameless strong man's face was not very good. Although his attitude towards Mo Yang had changed a long time ago, he did not want to be involved in the worldly disputes.

The most important thing is that Mo Yang, as the son of the Star Emperor, carries a huge cause and effect. As an emperor-level strong man, even if he can only be trapped in the Star Emperor Tower now, he is unwilling to be involved in other causes and effects.

Mo Yang smiled and came to the nameless strongman. He pointed at the great formation and said, "Senior, how about I untie this formation and let you go out to stretch your muscles?"

"Senior, you are trapped in the emperor's weapon all day long. How boring it is. Although it is not affected by the laws of heaven, your unparalleled skills cannot be restored."

The nameless strongman glanced at Mo Yang indifferently, feeling that Mo Yang might want to trick him again, and said coldly, "Boy, what do you mean?"

Mo Yang coughed a few times, slapped the mud seal of the immortal drunk, and then poured a cup for the nameless strongman. Then he said, "Why are you so wary of me, I'm just worried Senior Xin is lonely and alone. If you don't want to, I naturally have no objection. "

The nameless strong man glanced at Mo Yang and almost vomited blood. He had been trapped in this Xinghuang Tower for who knows how many years. Now Mo Yang actually told him that he was lonely and lonely...

"Senior, I have a question to ask you."

Mo Yang was worried that the nameless strong man would refuse directly, so he hurriedly said: "I heard that there was a strong man whose Tao foundation was completely destroyed, but he was able to find another way and walk out of a brand new way of cultivation. He didn't need to condense his true energy and could still stand at the top of the martial arts."

After hearing this, a trace of suspicion flashed in the eyes of the nameless strong man. What did Mo Yang want to do?

"Tell the truth to the senior, one of my senior brothers was hunted down. When he was on the verge of death, he could only destroy his cultivation to save his life. He saved his life, but his foundation was completely destroyed. Although I have a lot of holy medicine in my hand, it is useless. I want to help him!" Mo Yang sighed lightly, and then spoke in a deep voice.

"Boy, since your foundation is destroyed, just be an ordinary person. Birth, aging, illness and death are the laws of nature, and they are also the norm for your human race!"

"There are countless cultivators in the world, most of them only go to the beginning, some can go to the middle, and only a few can really go to the end. Even if they ascend to the throne, who can leave no regrets!"

The nameless strongman didn't want to respond at first, but after a little hesitation, he still said these two sentences.

Mo Yang sighed secretly, was silent for a few breaths, looked up at the nameless strongman, and asked: "Senior, is there really no way?"

The nameless strongman looked at Mo Yang's gloomy face, frowned, and said: "There is a way, just as you said just now, find another way, abandon the current method of cultivation, if he has enough talent, it is not impossible to break and then build!"

"Just like the martial emperor that the dragon told you, he took this path!"

Mo Yang wanted to vomit blood. The nameless strongman seemed to have secretly peeped into some of his memories. He even knew what the four-legged dragon had said to him.

"Uh... Senior, what I mean is, do you have any relevant cultivation techniques? You are a great emperor, standing at the top of martial arts, and you must have collected countless techniques..." Mo Yang didn't care about that and flattered him directly.

When the nameless strongman heard this, his face instantly turned black. He threw the wine cup in his hand and said, "Boy, take your broken wine jar and leave quickly. I don't want to see you!"

After a while, Mo Yang was still thinking about him.

Mo Yang looked at the reaction of the nameless strongman, his eyes turned, and he didn't take the little remaining Shenxian drunkenness in the jar. Instead, he stood up and said to the nameless strongman: "Senior, think about it carefully. I will come to get it tomorrow. I thank you in advance!"

With the character of the nameless strongman, if he really didn't have it, he would definitely shake his head on the spot. With such a reaction, he probably has similar techniques or related methods.

Seeing Mo Yang walk away immediately after he finished speaking, the nameless warrior almost vomited blood.

He felt that Mo Yang was getting more and more arrogant. Every time he came, he wanted to trick him. The key was that every time he did it, his tricks were different.

After a moment, he sighed lightly, feeling a little bored. As a great emperor, could it be that he was trapped for too long and would actually compete with a junior?

Since he met Mo Yang, he seemed to have changed a lot without realizing it. Sometimes, when he thought about it carefully, he felt incredible, but he didn't want to change anything deliberately.

"Star King, you damn old guy, you have laid such a big plot on him. If you really fall, have you ever thought about the consequences for him... just ignore him..." The unknown strong man murmured.

On the other side, Mo Yang left the Star Emperor Tower directly, and then he activated the teleportation array on the ancient chessboard and left the Northern Territory directly for the Eastern Territory.

After arriving at the Tianyan Divine Dynasty, Ergouzi sensed Mo Yang's aura and immediately approached him eagerly.

"Boy, you must have heard all the news that came out in the past two days. What do you think?" Ergouzi came to Mo Yang and said this.

Mo Yang was a little confused. Could it be that there was something big happening on the mainland in the past few days? He didn't pay attention to things in the cultivation world, so he didn't know.

"What happened?" Mo Yang asked with a frown.

"Boy, the world of cultivation is about to explode, don't you know?" Ergouzi looked at Mo Yang suspiciously.

Mo Yang frowned and shook his head.

"Two days ago, I heard a news in Xuantian City. The ancient race sent a battle message to the human race. It was Taixu Mountain, inviting all the race's geniuses to join the battle." Ergouzi didn't say anything more and spoke directly.

Mo Yang frowned even more after hearing this. A few days ago, he and Lu Xiyue witnessed several young people from the ancient race forcibly knocking open the mountain door of the Buddha Sect in the Southern Wilderness. At that time, he felt that something was wrong. He did not expect that Taixu Mountain would go down directly. War post.