Ancient Gods

Mo Yang looked up at the blood-colored light above his head, and his heart was not at peace. He sighed that the methods of the ancient race were indeed terrifying.

I don’t know what kind of ancient race strongman took action and used this method to make his whereabouts completely invisible.

Because from then on, wherever he went, the blood-colored light would accompany him and he couldn’t get rid of it at all.

Mo Yang even tried to activate the Star Emperor Sutra to refine his body and carefully check and sense every inch of flesh and blood, but he couldn’t detect any trace of the existence of any brand.

For Mo Yang, this was obviously extremely dangerous.

“Is this your method? You really think highly of me. It must not be an ordinary strongman!” Mo Yang growled coldly.

Then he didn’t stop and set off directly southward to the ancient land of the wilderness.

Xuan Ling followed all the way. She didn’t enter the Star Emperor Tower. She looked up at the blood-colored light above Mo Yang’s head from time to time, and the worry in her eyes became more and more intense.

As a former royal strongman of Taixu Mountain, he naturally knew what this meant.

She had heard of some secret methods circulated in the ancient land of the ancient race. This was a great tracking method performed by a strong man. Once this method was used, no matter how strong the cultivation was, there was no way to hide.

Unless Mo Yang had been hiding in the Star Emperor Tower, it would be impossible to cut off this tracking method.

But now Mo Yang was not willing to hide in the Star Emperor Tower.

That night, Mo Yang entered the ancient land of the wilderness, but this night seemed very peaceful because there were no strong men chasing him all the way.

The next morning, Mo Yang forcibly took Xuan Ling into the Star Emperor Tower despite Xuan Ling's objection, and then left the ancient land of the wilderness alone, and he returned directly to the Central Region.

There are several strong human beings who have been secretly helping him and blocking the strong ancient races for him in various parts of the continent. How can he hide...

After a brief calm on the Xuantian Continent, the strong men from the ancient lands of the ancient races took action again in the fog, and a large number of strong men from the ancient lands of the ancient races once again emerged from the fog.

With the mysterious mark that was previously imprinted on Mo Yang's body, Mo Yang's whereabouts have been completely exposed wherever he goes.

Just like when Mo Yang returned to the Central Region at this time, there was a blood-colored light in the vast deep sky, which had been shrouded there. Anyone who looked up could clearly see it from all parts of the Central Region.

Mo Yang himself was obviously very clear, but he had no intention of hiding it. He came to the Central Region to attract the attention of the ancient race.

"You sent out so many strong men before, and I believe that there will be stronger old things coming out this time. I am really looking forward to it!"

Mo Yang stood on a hill in the Central Region, looking at the direction of the fog from afar. He muttered to himself in a cold voice, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

Mo Yang knew that this might be the time to show his cards. He knew his own cultivation level. Facing those truly terrifying ancient race masters, he had no other choice.

It was impossible to fight head-on, and he could not leave this danger to those predecessors who silently paid and shed blood for the human race.

Although this day seemed to come a little hastily in his plan, he had no choice.

Mo Yang spread his divine sense with all his strength, and then the mad look in his eyes flashed away. With a thought, the stone coffin on the fifth floor of the Star Emperor Tower instantly emerged.

He sensed that a strong breath was approaching here at a very fast speed. He planned to fight with the battle bones left by the star master today.

Just as Mo Yang took out the stone coffin, the tower soul on the seventh floor of the New Red Tower looked a little embarrassed.

Because at this time, there was another figure standing on the seventh floor of the Star Emperor Tower. Even if that person was in the Star Emperor Tower, her figure was still very hazy, and her appearance could not be seen clearly from a close distance.

But the man didn't say anything. In fact, he had seen everything that Mo Yang had experienced during this period of time, because he didn't leave his believer.

Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, the Tower Emperor naturally couldn't stop Mo Yang.

Outside the Star Emperor Tower, on the top of the mountain, Mo Yang looked at the huge stone coffin lying in front of him, raised his hand and waved it, and drops of golden blood fell. Then he waved his hand suddenly, and the huge stone coffin made a thunderous muffled sound, and then the coffin lid was slapped open by him.

The blood-colored light above his head has been shrouded, and the waves that are approaching at a very fast speed seem to be getting closer and closer.

On the top of the mountain where Mo Yang stood, the wind was blowing hard at this time, and the terrifying waves were like a river bursting its banks and surging wildly in all directions.

It was not the first time that Mo Yang had merged with the Star Lord's battle bones. He was very skilled, and since the last time he merged with the Star Lord's battle bones, Mo Yang always felt something was wrong, as if the fusion with this set of battle bones was different from the past.

Although the huge impact force was still terrifying, even though there was very little power left in the battle bones, and even though his cultivation had reached the realm of creation, his body was still shattered without any surprise.

It was just not as terrifying as before, and he did not experience the repeated collapse and reconstruction in the past.

After his body was shattered twice in succession, although he felt extremely painful, he held on and kept urging the healing sacred method to resolve the impact.

After about a cup of tea, the mountain seemed to be completely calm.

Mo Yang looked like a madman, he stood there silently with his hands behind his back, his messy long hair fluttering in the wind, the whole person was like a awakened prehistoric beast, his blood-red eyes fixed on the direction of the fog.

"Boom..."

As those terrifying waves came, it was like thunder, with a huge momentum.

Then, in Mo Yang's sight, several black dots emerged and were rapidly enlarging. In just a few breaths, several figures had already come close to him and stopped less than a hundred feet away from him.

These strong men were very strong. From the terrifying aura emanating from them, Mo Yang did not detect the other party's cultivation. He only knew that these people's cultivation was already above the Creation Realm, but he immediately sensed that one of them was from Chixu Ridge and one was from Chaos Dragon Pool.

Of course, there were not only these two people, but also three figures. However, Mo Yang was not sure which ancient race these three strong men came from.

Mo Yang stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, his eyes like cold lightning, sweeping over the five figures one by one.

There was no fear on his face, only an indescribable madness and an indescribable evil charm.

Because Mo Yang also looked wrong at this moment. The look in his eyes was filled with pain and madness. He was clearly trying to restrain his aura, but there were horrible auras leaking out, and his state was extremely strange.