Ancient Gods

After about a cup of tea, the battlefield completely returned to calm.

The sword master raised his hand and waved, the sword was sheathed and hung quietly beside him. His monstrous sword intent also silently restrained.

After the old sweeping monk wiped out his opponent, he clasped his hands together and stood tremblingly on the golden lotus, not forgetting to recite the Buddha's name in a low voice.

…

Feng Rukong and Shen Suanzi stood not far away, and they seemed to be whispering something.

Mo Yang had just escaped into the Star King Tower, and now he could not be seen at all, and the bloody brilliance in the deep sky slowly dispersed, disappearing completely in a few breaths of time.

The entire battlefield spreads for hundreds of miles, and the horrific battle traces are like terrible scars, deeply imprinted on the earth. There are many powerful ancient races coming outside the battlefield.

But no one took action at this time. On the one hand, there was no trace of Mo Yang on the battlefield. On the other hand, these powerful human beings were gathered here. If they took action rashly at this time, other than death, I am afraid there would be nothing. The second ending.

The sword master stood in the sky, glanced at the powerful ancient race outside the battlefield, and said, "Who will fight with me?"

He was wearing common clothes, and many places were stained with blood. When he glanced away, many ancient powerful men avoided his gaze and did not want to look at him.

Several people even flew away after hearing the words of the Sword Master. The situation on Xuantian Continent seems to be a little different from what they imagined. Issuing a death order to kill Mo Yang would actually provoke so many powerful people. who.

In the eyes of many powerful ancient races, the human race is just a piece of loose sand. Even though there are still some big forces on the Xuantian Continent, most cultivators are greedy for life and afraid of death. Who would have thought that these human races who have jumped out now are not only powerful, but also Unprecedented unity.

Shen Suanzi and Feng Rukong also silently scanned the four directions at this time. More and more ancient races were leaving in the air, and there was a dead silence. After a while, the strong men of the ancient races who gathered at the edge of the battlefield took off one after another.

Now things have exceeded their expectations. Several powerful human beings have gathered together to push almost everything. They must bring the news back to the fog as soon as possible.

The key is that among these human race experts, except for the old monk who stepped on the golden lotus and the human sword master, how strong the other two powerhouses are is completely unknown. The ancient race powerhouses gathered around the battlefield even secretly I used secret techniques to detect the induction, but nothing could be sensed.

Seeing the strong men of the ancient races from all directions retreating one after another, the golden lotus at the feet of the sweeping old monk slowly dispersed. He turned back and nodded slightly to the fortune teller, Feng Rukong and the sword master, and then left without stopping.

Feng Rukong looked at the old sweeping monk who was leaving and sighed: "I didn't expect that there are a few enlightened people hiding in this Buddhist sect!"

After hearing what Feng Rukong said, the divine fortune teller couldn't help but look at Feng Rukong again, and said: "You are the one who hides it so deeply, you have hidden it from everyone!"

He frowned slightly and continued: "I heard that if the rumored skills are cultivated into the future body, once the three are combined into one, they can reach the pinnacle. Now you..."

Feng Rukong smiled, waved his hands slightly and said, "I'm far behind, not to mention that throughout the ages, only this life has passed, who can really see the future."

The divine fortune teller frowned and hesitated to speak. Then he looked into the distance with a dignified expression and sighed softly: "The catastrophe has just begun. You should also know what is hidden there. He is your disciple. Staying here is just adding more bones!”

Feng Rukong also put away the smile on his face. Naturally, he also wanted to take Mo Yang away and leave Xuantian Continent, but the key depends on Mo Yang. It is impossible for Mo Yang to leave here.

"I accepted him as my disciple and never taught him anything, but this is the game of chess between heaven and earth. But at the beginning, I also want to see a few more moves. I also want to see if anyone is playing this game!"

The divine fortune teller's eyes were filled with brilliance as he stared at Feng Rukong and said, "Did you see something in him?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Feng Rukong's mouth, and he said: "He is just my disciple, I don't care what is behind him, I can't teach him anything, I just hope that he is safe and sound, that's all!"

Then he smiled and said, "I'll go somewhere else!"

After speaking, he took a few steps, and his body seemed to disappear from this world. It became lighter and lighter, and then it disappeared without a trace, and even the breath disappeared completely.

The divine fortune teller stared at the void for a long time, with traces of Dao floating in his eyes. He was shocked and sighed in his heart, because even he couldn't see through the current Feng Rukong.

The Sword Master didn't say much. He turned around and nodded slightly to the fortune teller. With a sword intent rising into the sky, the Sword Master also left.

The fortune teller sighed softly and stared into the distance. Two rays of divine light suddenly burst out from his eyes, instantly piercing a green mountain in the distance. There seemed to be a mass of blood mist exploding there.

However, the divine fortune teller did not take action. He glanced coldly, then turned and left.

A terrifying battle came to an end, and the killing feast against Mo Yang seemed to have cooled down.

…

In the Star Emperor Tower, when Mo Yang came in, his condition was extremely bad and his consciousness was completely comatose. However, after entering the Star Emperor Tower, his body was about to collapse, and a force came out of the battle bones, forcing him to Separated from Mo Yang's body.

It's just that Mo Yang suffered an extremely terrible backlash and was lying in the stone tower with no sign of waking up.

Although the Holy Scroll was running on its own, his injuries not only did not recover, but became more and more serious.

On the seventh floor of the Star Emperor Tower, the tower soul was very clear about Mo Yang's condition. If he did not take action now, although Mo Yang would not die, he would definitely be seriously injured. Whether it was damage to his foundation or soul power, it was extremely terrifying for Mo Yang now.

Not far away, a vague figure stood silently. Although his appearance was not clear, his eyes were very clear.

"No destruction, no construction. The remaining power in the bones is very small, but for him now, it is just right. Through this transformation, he can reshape his combat body and make his foundation more stable!"

An ethereal voice came out, which instantly dispelled the idea in his heart of the tower soul who originally wanted to take action.

After several hours, Mo Yang, who was lying motionless on the ground, changed.

His entire body seemed to be on fire, with blood-red flames emitting from his body one after another. Mo Yang seemed to have turned into firewood, and the flames burned more and more vigorously, with faint crackling sounds...

This process lasted for a cup of tea, and then the cracks on Mo Yang's body began to repair...