Ancient Gods

Mo Yang entered the Star Emperor Tower and took out all the medicinal materials that Feng Rukong gave him. Then he went to the seventh floor of the Star Emperor Tower, walked into the valley, dug out the holy medicine, and filled it with the Immortal Dew of Good Fortune. Bottle after bottle.

He planned to refine some more elixirs and keep them.

Now, Ji Feichen has recovered a lot. He, Xu Qing and Murong Xue went to Mo Yang and insisted that Mo Yang call Luo Liuxiang and the Taoist saint to have a few drinks together.

This made Mo Yang somewhat embarrassed. Seeing him like this, Murong Xue smiled and set off to invite him.

Not long after, Luo Liuxiang was invited out, and not long after that, the Taoist Saint also came, which surprised Mo Yang, and looking at the figure who came Mo Mo and Murong Xue, he felt somewhat guilty.

The two positions beside him, one on the left and one on the right, were specially reserved.

In order to avoid the awkward atmosphere, Xu Qing saw that the Taoist saint had already taken her seat. He immediately stood up, raised his hand, and an altar of immortal drunkenness appeared on the table.

"Let's have a good drink today and we won't come home until we get drunk!"

Ji Feichen looked at the drunken immortal in front of him, smiled, and said: "Nowadays, there is less time to drink this thing. Now that Jiangdu City is half destroyed, you should drink less in the future!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and actually took away the two altars in front of Xu Qing, which made Xu Qing stunned.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? You saved so much before, so you should be in charge today!" Xu Qing looked depressed, and he didn't dare to say anything more about his senior brother.

Ji Feichen stood up, patted Xu Qing's shoulder, and said with a serious face: "You also know that senior brother was seriously injured this time. He is weak and needs to be replenished!"

Xu Qing: "..."

Half of his face suddenly darkened, and he used wine to make up for it. Deficiency is deficiency, and this has something to do with the injury...

Ji Feichen then asked about the situation of Luo Liuxiang and the Taoist saint, and asked how they were recovering, because he also heard what happened.

Luo Liuxiang smiled and nodded. She was no stranger to Ji Feichen and the others. After all, the entire Tianyan Dynasty now resides in the Holy Sect.

When several people looked at the Taoist saint, Mo Yang spoke first and said: "She has almost recovered from her injuries, but there are still some restrictions in her body that have not been resolved. It will take a day or two. Although the Yuan family There are some reasons for the loss of vitality this time. They may not act rashly again, but you must be more careful in the future. "

After Mo Yang said it, he spoke almost word for word. Xu Qing and the others thought that he was just angry and didn't care about anything. But Mo Yang knew it very well, because at this time, a hand was tightly twisted around his waist. On top of that, being able to keep his expression unchanged is already the last bit of his stubbornness.

The Taoist Saint looked calm, and just nodded slightly to everyone, but she used a cruel hand, and then twisted Mo Yang's leg a few times before letting go.

Mo Yang hurriedly opened the mud seal of the wine jar and took a sip into his mouth. His face turned red immediately, he smashed his mouth and said, "I haven't drank for a long time, but this wine is still strong!"

Luo Liuxiang was very calm about the Taoist Saint from the beginning. He never mentioned it to Mo Yang or asked any questions. At this time, he even took the initiative to toast the Taoist Saint. Then he simply pulled Mo Yang aside. Sitting together with the Taoist Saint, the two of them were muttering something unknown.

Everyone just smiled, changed glasses on the table, and chatted, as if all the depression in their hearts had been swept away.

Several gods were drunk, and the atmosphere became more lively and relaxed. Xu Qing and others began to stare at Mo Yang and ask some questions about cultivation for Mo Yang to answer.

"Brother Mo, tell me honestly, what is your cultivation level now? I've sensed it many times, but apart from finding you to be unfathomable, I haven't found out even a single hair of your cultivation level!" Xu Qing held up the wine jar and spoke.

"Yesterday was the peak of the eighth level of the Creation Realm. I had no intention of finding an opportunity this morning. At this time, I have entered the ninth level of the Creation Realm!" Mo Yang said it without hiding his cultivation level.

"I... forget it, pretend I didn't ask, my body can't bear this kind of blow!" Xu Qing was shocked, and laughed again after speaking, sincerely happy for Mo Yang.

Ji Feichen put down the wine jar and said with a depressed look: "I wanted to have a discussion with you, but now I think it's better to forget it. It seems that we have to work harder, otherwise we will be thrown out of sight by you. ”

Mo Yang raised the wine jar and toasted to several people, and said: "Don't talk about these things between us, you are the most important people to me at all times!"

Ji Feichen and Xu Qing burst out laughing when they heard this.

Luo Liuxiang had already known about Mo Yang's cultivation. Now when he heard that Mo Yang had made another breakthrough today, he was shocked by Mo Yang's talent and at the same time, he was also happy for Mo Yang.

The Taoist saint's face was red, but everyone thought it was because the immortal was too drunk, so they didn't notice anything unusual.

The so-called opportunity in Mo Yang's mouth was not clear to others, but she couldn't be clearer. Pictures emerged in her mind uncontrollably, making her want to find a crack in the ground to burrow into. Fortunately, she secretly observed that there seemed to be no People discovered something unusual about her.

It wasn't until nightfall that the banquet dispersed. After sending Luo Liuxiang back to Liuxiang Palace, Mo Yang sent the Taoist saints back as well. They were already drunk because of the excessive alcohol.

After returning to the small courtyard and placing her properly, Mo Yang wanted to continue to consolidate her cultivation and dissolve the restrictions in the body of the Taoist Saint, but when she saw her drunken appearance, she sighed softly and prepared to go to the star. Refining alchemy in the imperial tower.

As a result, she was grabbed by a hand as soon as she turned around. The Taoist Saint's face was flushed. She didn't know when she woke up. She looked at Mo Yang with a slightly blurred look, then pulled Mo Yang over with force, got close to Mo Yang, put her arms around Mo Yang's neck, and whispered: "Mo Yang, you bastard, do you know how I have been through these years!"

As she spoke, tears flashed in her eyes, and then she couldn't help but let her tears slide down her cheeks.

Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, sat down on the bed, reached out to wipe her tears, and listened silently to the Taoist Saint's complaints.

After an unknown period of time, the Taoist Saint finally stopped. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. The drunkenness seemed to have completely dissipated. She looked up at Mo Yang as if she had mustered up the courage, staring into his eyes.

"Didn't you say that I still have half of the restriction left in my body? Will you dissolve it tonight?"

Under the candlelight, her cheeks were covered with red clouds, her eyes were full, and she looked at Mo Yang with courage. It was rare that she didn't lower her head to avoid Mo Yang's gaze.

Hearing this, Mo Yang was stunned. It was hard to imagine how much courage it took for a Taoist saint to say such words.

Before Mo Yang could speak, she raised her hand and flicked her fingers, and a gust of wind blew out all the candles in the room...