Ancient Gods

The fortune teller looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, the shock in his eyes could not be concealed. Then he stared at the middle-aged man with blazing eyes for several breaths. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he said: "You actually..."

The fortune teller seemed to want to say something, but he stopped speaking and did not say it out.

Then he sighed softly and said, "You hide it really deeply!"

This middle-aged man was none other than Feng Rukong. He had left a Taoist body on the Xuantian Continent, founded the Qian Sect, and had a total of nine disciples, and Mo Yang was the youngest disciple.

Regarding Qian Zong, the human cultivators on Xuantian Continent all know that it is not a secret, but the fortune teller obviously did not expect that the mysterious leader of Qian Zong actually deceived everyone, including him.

The Feng Rukong in front of him was completely different from before. According to some rumors, the leader of the Qian Sect had already died in battle, and this happened many years ago.

Facing the surprise in the divine fortune teller's eyes, Feng Rukong just smiled faintly. They had met and interacted with each other a few years ago.

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Then Feng Rukong looked at the Sword Master, with a hint of approval in his eyes, and couldn't help but say: "I have walked my own path in the way of swordsmanship, and to be able to reach this step smoothly, I am worthy of being a human sword master!"

Feng Rukong said this not because the Sword Master had helped Mo Yang several times, nor because he praised the Sword Master for being able to stand up against the ancient race at this time, but because he praised it from the bottom of his heart.

There are only a few people like the Sword Master, even from ancient times to the present.

Looking at Feng Rukong, the sword master was naturally not calm, but he didn't say anything and nodded slightly in response to Feng Rukong.

The sword master usually spends most of his time in seclusion to study the way of swordsmanship, and actually doesn't pay that much attention to things in the world of cultivation. However, seeing these two strong men from the human race today still surprised him.

As the three powerful human beings arrived one after another, the atmosphere at the scene became obviously weird.

Although there are many strong people from the ancient race around, they came today just to kill Mo Yang. Unexpectedly, they would provoke several strong people from the human race. Except for Mo Yang and the sword master, whose cultivation base was weaker, Feng Rukong who came from behind He Shen Shuzi, they couldn't even see through it.

But even if the sword master's cultivation level does not seem to be strong, his combat power cannot be measured by common sense at all, and he is also an extremely troublesome existence.

"It's rare to get together here, let's have a big fight today!" Feng Rukong said with a smile.

When the sword master heard this, the long sword beside him shot up into the sky, and then fell down one after another. The three sword lights divided the ancient race strong men from all directions into three camps. He said: "Then let each side take action! "

Although the Juggernaut did not have any extra words, it was undoubtedly extremely shocking to do so. You must know that none of the strong men of the ancient race present were weak at all, and although they were divided into three parts, there were four strong men in each lineup. No matter who he is, his cultivation level far exceeds his, yet he dares to do this.

This requires not only courage and courage, but also invincible self-confidence.

Both Shen Shuanzi and Feng Rukong had a look of surprise on their faces, and they couldn't help but look at the sword master a few more times.

The powerful ancient race experts all around were furious at this time. A human swordsman was so arrogant, and it looked like he didn't take them seriously at all.

It seemed that they were directly treated as lambs to be slaughtered. If it were any strong person who encountered this kind of thing, I'm afraid he would be furious.

But before they could say anything, there was movement in the distance. A piece of golden light appeared, like a huge golden lotus. In the center of the golden lotus, a figure sat cross-legged.

"People from the Buddhist sect?"

Feng Rukong frowned slightly. Although he was still far away, he could clearly see that the figure dragged in the golden lotus was an old monk.

The water of the Buddha Sect is very deep. From the ancient inheritance to the present, there are many eminent monks who have participated in the creation of the Buddha. However, the Buddha Sect has always had a deep grudge with Mo Yang. If the Buddha Sect had not been strong enough, I am afraid that Mo Yang would have crushed it. Today, the Buddha Sect has The appearance of a strong man here was a huge surprise to the sword master.

Because this old monk seemed to want to be in the same camp as them, rather than to assist the ancient race.

"And the poor monk!"

A sound wave came, very grand, like the bells of the Buddhist sect that had been deposited for thousands of years, coming from a distance, making the faces of those powerful ancient races become more and more gloomy.

The golden light shone in all directions, and the huge golden lotus held the old monk close to him quickly. In the golden light of the golden lotus, there seemed to be Buddha figures sitting cross-legged, and the sound of chanting sutras could even be heard faintly.

"This is interesting, he is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao!" Feng Rukong said, with a smile on his lips.

The fortune teller silently glanced at the old monk. He had seen this old monk before. He was once a sweeping old monk at the Buddhist sect's mountain gate. His achievements were far inferior to what he was now. He never expected that he could reach this point in such a short period of time. .

"As expected of the Buddhist sect, it is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!" the fortune teller said.

As he spoke, the huge golden lotus rushed directly into the encirclement. The old monk slowly stood up, and the Buddha's light filled his body. He seemed to be a strong man who had truly understood the supreme Buddhist principles. Every movement and silence gave people a sense of peace. It has a natural feeling, as if it is integrated with the world.

But what surprised Feng Rukong, Shen Shuzi and the Sword Master was that after the old monk stood up, he first looked at Mo Yang, and then bowed to Mo Yang with his hands clasped together.

Feng Rukong looked back at Mo Yang in surprise. He was surprised. He knew some of the grievances between Mo Yang and the Buddhist sect, but he didn't know what happened between Mo Yang and the old monk who swept the floor.

Mo Yang was in a very strange state at this time. His aura fluctuated violently. The violent power in his body seemed to be about to break through his body and surge out. His expression was also very strange. Sometimes he looked a little evil, and sometimes he showed a little pain...

"Are you all gathered? It's just right to kill all of you so-called human race masters today!" A powerful ancient race master couldn't help but speak at this time.

They didn't dare to delay, for fear that a few more people would jump out later, and then everything would be out of their control.

"Haha, that's great, let's take action!"

Feng Rukong laughed loudly and took action first. He stretched out his hand, and the sky in the distance collapsed. A huge palm of light fell down, grabbing the ancient race master who had just spoken, and then suddenly squeezed it and crushed it directly.

The whole process was extremely quick, without any drag. This scene made the powerful men of other ancient races change color. This person was so terrifying. They had secretly explored and sensed him before, but could not find out his cultivation level at all.