Ancient Gods

The figure standing beside Mo Yang silently watched Mo Yang for a long time, and then disappeared silently like a wisp of mist.

After several hours, Mo Yang finished regulating his breath. He stood up and couldn't help but take out the three pills to check again.

Because the more he thought about it while regulating his breath, the more he felt something was wrong, because the tower soul must have borrowed the power of the Star Emperor Tower. After all, he was just a spirit, and everything had to rely on the Star Emperor Tower. At that time, Mo Yang clearly noticed that a third force appeared in the Creation Furnace, which did not seem to be the power of the tower soul.

He looked at the three top-grade pills, and his heart became more and more confused.

"Could it be that I have been thinking too much recently, why do I always have hallucinations..." He sighed lightly.

In this Star Emperor Tower, who else could there be besides the tower soul...

Thinking carefully, only the explanation of hallucination can explain it.

He did not leave the Star Emperor Tower, but came to the third floor of the Star Emperor Tower, took out the ancient symbols he had obtained from Yuan Lingyun before and continued to study them.

Time passed silently, and nearly ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

After the practice ended that day, Mo Yang got up and left the Xinghuang Tower. Now was an extraordinary period for him, and he had to pay attention to the movements of the outside world at all times.

The Xuantian Continent seemed calm on the surface, but the invisible sense of oppression was getting stronger and stronger.

Now, Mo Yang did not dare to rashly break into the fog where the ancient race was to investigate the situation, but he secretly explored the Central Region, and the ancient race had not made any movement.

"Could it be that Chixu Ridge just swallowed its anger, and so many strong men died, it shouldn't be..." Mo Yang was a little puzzled.

In his opinion, Chixu Ridge could not have swallowed its anger for so long, but the facts seemed a little weird.

Not only Chixu Ridge, but even the Chaos Dragon Pool that he had offended before, did not make any movement.

In today's cultivation world, no one can see the figure of any ancient race strongman, and the cultivation world is still deserted, but the world seems to have gradually become accustomed to this desertedness.

Mo Yang wandered in the Central Region for several days, and when he left, he actually met Nie Yun.

Nie Yun disguised himself. If Mo Yang hadn't sensed his aura, it would have been hard to tell from the surface.

Then they walked into a restaurant. In the private room, he raised his hand to set up a barrier, revealing his true appearance.

He looked at Mo Yang with some surprise and said, "Brother Mo, I can actually meet you again!"

The two have known each other for a long time. Many things have happened before. They have been friends for a long time. Now the cultivation world is desolate and deserted. He is also very happy to see Mo Yang.

Mo Yang took out a few jars of Shenxianzui. He was still lonely. Seeing an old friend, he was also happy in his heart and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. I have been to Jianshan before, but you have all withdrawn!"

Mentioning this, Nie Yun couldn't help but sighed and said, "Brother Mo, you may know the situation on the mainland better than me. The catastrophe is coming. We ordinary cultivators are powerless to take care of him. The ancient race is too strong. After all, the trend is irreversible."

He picked up the wine jar and poured a sip of wine into his mouth. Then he looked at Mo Yang and said, "You I have been to Yaochi Holy Land before and found that Yaochi Holy Land has also closed the mountain gate. I thought you were hiding in the dark and practicing hard. Don't show up easily at this time! "

He then sighed: "After all, we are the pride of this continent and the seeds of hope for the human race. We can only hope that we can find a chance to turn the situation around in the future..."

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Mo Yang had no other opinions on Nie Yun's statement, but he had his own views. The conflict between him and the ancient race was far from what others knew, and he could not avoid it.

But he did not say it, just smiled and said: "I have been in seclusion for a long time, and I am bored after all, so I came out for a walk and took a look at the situation outside. "

Nie Yun looked out the window and sighed: "When the catastrophe comes, all living beings will be destroyed. Unfortunately, the era is no longer the glorious era of the human race..."

There was a deep helplessness in his words. As a young cultivator, facing the unmatched ancient race, retreat is the wisest choice.

Then Mo Yang asked about the situation of Sword Saint and others. According to Nie Yun, Sword Saint has been in seclusion, and he has not seen him for several years. This time, he wanted to explore some of the outside world, so he showed up in the Central Region.

"Where are Brother Ergou and the others?" Nie Yun did not forget to mention Ergou and the others.

Mo Yang smiled and said, "They are in seclusion!"

Then the two talked a lot, and talked about their future plans. Then Nie Yun stood up with a smile and said, "Then we have an appointment. When we fight the enemy side by side in the future, we must always fight a bloody way for the human race!"

Mo Yang smiled and nodded, and then the two left the restaurant and went in different directions.

Mo Yang looked at Nie Yun's figure going away and sighed lightly. Today's meeting may be the last time.

He only hoped that these old friends would be safe, escape this catastrophe, and turn into sparks in the future to illuminate the way of the human race.

After leaving the Central Region, Mo Yang returned to the Southern Wilderness and planned to stay in seclusion in the Southern Wilderness for a while.

However, two days later, the Xuantian Continent, which had been calm for a long time, ushered in an unprecedented storm.

In the mist where the ancient races were entrenched, several divine lights rose up one after another, connecting the heaven and earth like giant pillars. Standing in various places in the Central Region, one could clearly see the brilliant light pillars.

Even Mo Yang, who was far away in the Southern Wilderness, could sense it and feel the unusual breath.

He could only end his retreat and open the teleportation array to come to the Central Region. Even though he was hundreds of miles away, he could feel an unusual fluctuation spreading from the mist.

The mist was surging like a raging sea, and several pillars of light were mighty and majestic, and then the terrifying aura seemed to spread to every corner of Xuantian Continent.

Then, a huge sound wave shook the earth and came out from the mist.

Several pillars of light broke apart and turned into several bloody words of killing, which seemed to be clearly visible in every corner of the continent.

This was a killing order issued by the strong men of the ancient race, not just one, but several, indicating that this order came from not only one ancient land of the ancient race, but several ancient lands of the ancient races at the same time to Mo Yang.

The rolling sound waves exploded like thunder, like an emperor coming to the world, announcing to the whole world.

Xuantian Continent was completely in panic. For ordinary people, they could not understand what the pressure meant, but everyone felt that the end of the world was approaching.

Mo Yang stood in the deep space, his eyes full of killing intent. He stared at the bloody characters reflected in the sky, and a crazy and cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After waiting for so long, it's finally here!

However, he did not stay in the Central Region, but directly opened the teleportation array to leave the Central Region and return to the Southern Wilderness.