Ancient Gods

Looking at the divine fortune teller in front of him, Mo Yang sighed in his heart. He didn't know what to say at this time. What he never expected this time was that the divine fortune teller would actually take action and directly block the fog.

You must know that the danger here is much higher than in other places, because outside this fog, you have to face the most powerful ancient race.

"Senior, please take care!"

Mo Yang bowed to the divine fortune teller and then said this.

Although this is outside the fog, Mo Yang still didn't dare to stay too long.

No matter what purpose the ancient race has this time, he is the protagonist after all. The killing order is aimed at him. Even if the ancient race wants to use this to completely swallow up the human race, they will find ways to kill him.

If he stays here, the ancient race will only attract more, and perhaps those real strong men will be drawn out faster.

After bowing, he did not stop, turned around and opened the teleportation array, and left this bloody place.

"Since these strong men have already taken action, then the master is probably fighting somewhere." Mo Yang whispered to himself.

Then he first arrived at the Southern Wilds, where he saw countless battlefields and the bodies of countless ancient races with various cultivation realms.

Mo Yang stopped at those battlefields for a long time, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart, and then turned around and left silently.

It turned out that this battle was not just him facing alone!

After leaving the Southern Wilds, he went east all the way, without using the teleportation array to hurry on the road, but directly urged the body movement scroll to hurry on the road, and also saw many battlefields along the way.

He flew over several cities and saw many figures of ancient races, and then came to the border of the East, where he saw an extremely terrifying and tragic scene.

Because there was a battlefield here, extremely bloody and extremely terrifying, with corpses piled up into mountains, and blood dyed the earth red. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

It was just that he didn't see the person who took action, but judging from those corpses, it must have been a human race.

Mo Yang flew down and stood in front of the pile of corpses. He scanned the traces of battle deeply embedded in the ground, carefully captured the remaining breath, and finally couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

Here he captured Feng Rukong's breath, and Feng Rukong's blood was spilled here.

Then he carefully sensed the fluctuations within a radius of dozens of miles, but did not sense Feng Rukong.

"The battle here has stopped. Could it be that the master has left?"

After whispering to himself, he stood up again and walked all the way to the East Region, carefully sensing and searching for Feng Rukong's traces.

And Mo Yang didn't know that the battlefield was far from the battlefields he saw.

At this moment, a white-clothed figure came from the extreme west of the continent, and on the battlefield in the west of the continent, he was bloody and killed the enemy.

At this moment, an old monk was in Nirvana in front of the Southern Wilderness Buddhist Sect, and then changed his previous state. A few laughs shook the sky, and then left the Southern Wilderness, transformed into a bloody demon monk to search and kill the strong men of the ancient race.

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At this moment, in the fog of the Central Region, in the ancient lands of several ancient races, Mo Yang's figure appeared in the sky, and there were terrifying eyes staring at him.

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In the following few days, Xuantian Continent seemed to be much calmer, at least the number of ancient race strongmen who left the fog was not as many as before.

Mo Yang searched everywhere on Xuantian Continent, but did not find any trace of Feng Rukong.

As a disciple of Gan Zong, he was naturally worried. After all, the battlefield on the border of the East Region was really terrifying. Even though he had experienced countless terrifying battles and seen countless bloody scenes, he was still moved in front of that battlefield.

These few days of peace gave Mo Yang a rare breathing time.

With the help of those healing pills and healing sacred methods, his injuries were completely recovered, and his own state was restored to the peak state.

Even because the successive battles exhausted his power several times, his state was restored to the peak state at this time, and his cultivation was improved a lot.

There were signs of a breakthrough in his cultivation.

That night, Mo Yang brought Xuan Ling out of the Xinghuang Tower. Now facing the several killing orders, he seemed to be extremely passive, but because several human race masters intervened, he had actually reversed the situation invisibly, and he even took the initiative. At this time, he planned to take the initiative.

He had arrived at those battlefields one after another before, and found that the divine calculator had indeed left the fog. Mo Yan did not see him there, nor did he see the sword saint senior.

This was the most reassuring thing for Mo Yang!

These human race masters had great righteousness in their hearts, and Mo Yang did not want them to fall on the battlefield in this catastrophe.

After all, Mo Yang did not count on others from the beginning. He had already made the worst plan. He actually prepared a lot of trump cards on his body, and he had the craziest plan in his heart.

In the thick night, Mo Yang and Xuan Ling shuttled through the night, and frantically attacked the remaining ancient races.

Because most of the ancient races that have walked out of the fog are not that strong, even if there are a few strong men in the early and middle stages of the Creation Realm, they can no longer pose any threat to Mo Yang now.

Xuan Ling's performance surprised Mo Yang, because when facing some strong men from the ancient lands of the ancient races, she was extremely ruthless and showed no mercy.

That night, Mo Yang used many methods that he had not used for a long time, such as God and Demon Drunk, some highly poisonous pills, and some other seemingly inferior methods. In silence, even many powerful people of the ancient race did not notice it, and fell silently.

One night passed quickly, but it was unknown how many ancient race cultivators died that night, and Xuan Ling alone killed dozens of them.

The next morning, Mo Yang brought Xuan Ling back to the Southern Wilderness. The first wave of attacks of this must-kill order seemed to be coming to an end.

Now all Mo Yang had to do was to wait quietly and watch the movements of the ancient race.

However, Mo Yang also knew in his heart that this kind of peace was only extremely short-lived and could not last too long.

And as he expected, he felt that a strong man was spying on him that night.

This was different from the soul-chasing secret technique of the strong man in Chixu Ridge, but a terrible deduction method, as if an invisible force directly locked him.

Originally, he was sitting cross-legged on a green mountain in the southern wilderness, regulating his breathing and practicing. But soon after the feeling of being spied on appeared, the sky above his head suddenly shook, and then a dazzling light illuminated the sky...

Then the void collapsed, and a ray of dazzling Dao patterns condensed in the sky, turning into a special talisman that slammed down.

This was not a sure-kill method, but a special brand. Mo Yang had no way to avoid it. That special brand was directly imprinted into his body and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He carefully checked his body, and Zhou Shen didn't feel anything special, nor did he detect any other abnormalities.

But it was obviously different. Where he stood, there was a blood-colored light covering his head. It was an image that accompanied him.