Ancient Gods

After Er Gouzi informed Mo Yang of the news, he circled around Mo Yang with doubts, and asked suspiciously: "Boy, why do I feel something is wrong? Did you break through to the extraordinary realm?"

Mo Yang felt like crying when he mentioned his cultivation. He didn't expect that he originally wanted to break through to the extraordinary realm, but he failed to break through. Instead, he directly opened a spiritual palace. Now, he is even further away from the extraordinary realm.

"Boy, who owes you money? Why do you look so sad? Even if you haven't broken through, you shouldn't be like this!" Er Gouzi pouted. He recently visited several auction houses in Xuantian City and swallowed a lot of natural treasures, and his spiritual power recovered a lot.

"If it was just a failure to break through, it would be better. The key is that another spiritual palace has been opened!" Mo Yang sighed lightly.

Now that this spiritual palace has been opened, God knows when he can break through to the extraordinary realm.

"Opening a Spiritual Palace is a good thing. What? Boy, you opened another Spiritual Palace?" Er Gouzi didn't react at first, but when he came back to his senses, he immediately widened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Fuck... Boy, you are really going to heaven. I have lived for so many years, but this is the first time I heard that every realm has a Spiritual Palace. Are you a reincarnated monster?"

Er Gouzi stared at Mo Yang again and again, and then carefully sensed it. If it weren't for the fact in front of him, he really couldn't believe it.

When he was at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm, Mo Yang opened two Spiritual Palaces in a row, which was rare in the world. Now that he has reached the peak of the War King Realm, because of the influence of the previous Spiritual Palace, it is more difficult to break through to the Extraordinary Realm than ordinary cultivators, but Mo Yang is good, as if he thinks the difficulty is not enough, and he actually opened another Spiritual Palace.

At this time, even Er Gouzi didn't know what to say. The layers of shackles and imprisonment might ruin Mo Yang's future.

Mo Yang was speechless, frowned and said: "Maybe there is something wrong with the Xuan Gong I practiced. I didn't notice it before, but from the Grandmaster Realm to the Extraordinary Realm, I always feel that the realm corresponding to the Xuan Gong is more than three small realms!"

After leaving the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang has been thinking about it, feeling that it is due to the Star Emperor Sutra he practiced.

For ordinary practitioners, the third level of the War King Realm is the Extraordinary Realm, but Mo Yang doesn't seem to be like this, just like the level above the third level of the Grandmaster Realm is not the War King Realm, and the level above the third level of the War King Realm is not the Extraordinary Realm, because there is another realm above the third level, which is to open a spiritual palace.

"Is there something wrong with the Xuan Gong? Which wicked thing with smoke came up with it, and actually tampered with the Xuan Gong..." Er Gouzi also thought after hearing it, and seemed to be searching for relevant memories.

"Damn, think about it carefully, there is indeed such a possibility. If it is true, it is really a big deal. Such a crazy thing can be done. However, this mysterious skill is not suitable for ordinary people to practice. Except for guys like you who have the blood of the gods flowing in their bodies, other human beings who practice it will be unlucky!" Er Gouzi thought for a long time and said this.

At this point, Mo Yang can only continue to practice hard. He has no choice at all. Mo Yang feels that this skill is tailor-made for him.

Although opening the Spirit Palace is like putting a shackle on himself, it will become a huge obstacle on the road of practice, but he is different from others. There are layers of seals in his body. Even if he can't break through by himself, he can break the shackles by breaking through the seals.

"There is only half a month, and it is impossible to break through the cultivation..." Mo Yang sat cross-legged in the Star Emperor Tower. This marriage involves two major forces. Although it seems like an egg hitting a stone for him to intervene, he still has to prepare.

For the Mu family, ordinary elders are still okay. Almost all of them have been killed, and there are not many left. Mo Yang is not very worried. What he is really worried about is the two ancestors of the Mu family.

Mo Yang has seen Mu Lingxu, a real saint, and the other one who is called Xuanzu is probably even stronger.

This is just the Mu family. The really scary one is Xuantian Holy Land.

"The old man Gan Zong doesn't say a word. He really trusts me. If you accept your sister's disciple, you will be killed sooner or later..." Mo Yang gets angry when he thinks of Gan Zong's master.

Now the cultivation world is in an uproar because of the marriage. Although it seems that the marriage is between the Mu family and Xuantian Holy Land, the cause is Mo Yang. Many cultivators know that Xuantian Holy Land is targeting Mo Yang in order to whitewash itself, and the Mu family is trying to isolate Mo Yang.

But Gan Zong didn't react at all. At this time, even if he stood up and said a word, it would be of great benefit to Mo Yang.

"I still have to rely on myself after all!" Mo Yang sighed and began to regulate his breathing and practice.

As time passed, the pedestrians in Xuantian City were obviously more crowded. There was no doubt that they were all rushing to the marriage between the Mu family and Xuantian Holy Land.

When encountering such a thing, let alone ordinary forces, those powerful forces would come to congratulate.

Mo Yang stood by the window and silently observed the street outside. He obviously felt that there were many more cultivators on the street than before. The originally bustling Xuantian City was now even more lively.

After this period of comprehension, Mo Yang's comprehension of the Huazi Scroll has improved a lot. After changing his appearance, it can last for a period of time, at least one hour, and at most two hours.

After practicing in the inn for a long time, Mo Yang also planned to go out and take a look.

"You go and study the ancient chessboard carefully!" Mo Yang said to Er Gouzi.

"Boy, now you know to beg me. I still like the colorful world outside. Cultivation is too boring. Living like this is too tiring. It doesn't fit the temperament of this divine beast!" Er Gouzi shouted directly.

Before Mo Yang could speak, this guy rolled his eyes, stretched a few times in a pretentious manner, and said: "I'm too tired recently. I need a few drops of thunder tribulation liquid to replenish my body!"

Mo Yang: "..."

Mo Yang's face was dark. This scumbag really didn't change his bad habits. He kept thinking about his thunder tribulation liquid. He used up two drops when he was attacking his cultivation before, and now there are only about ten drops left.

"One drop!" Mo Yang said. He also knew that this guy needed these treasures to restore his spiritual power.

"Boy, who are you looking down on? You want to get rid of this divine beast with just one drop...three drops!"

"Two drops at most. If you don't go, don't even think about touching me again in the future!" Mo Yang was speechless and gritted his teeth.

"Boy, you are really evil-minded. Forget it. Since you are so persistent in love, two drops is two drops!" Although Er Gouzi looked very reluctant, his eyes were full of pride, which made Mo Yang want to slap him to death.

After handing the two drops of Thunder Tribulation Liquid to Er Gouzi, Mo Yang held his forehead and sighed. He was really unlucky to meet such a scumbag.

Then he used the Transformation Scroll, and his appearance changed instantly. At this time, he looked like a middle-aged man, even with a few wisps of beard. Now, as long as he didn't deliberately release his breath, no one could recognize him.

Then Mo Yang opened the door and left the inn.