Ancient Gods

After leaving the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang flew to a green mountain and sat cross-legged, sensing silently.

The ancient race of the second-level Quasi-Emperor Realm had already sent the news back to the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons. Mo Yang thought that the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons would immediately send a strong man to kill him.

As a result, until now, there was still no movement in the mist.

Mo Yang was sitting cross-legged here at this time, and was also waiting silently. If a strong man walked out of the mist, he would naturally go to meet him for a while. After all, he did prepare some means a few days ago.

The star source power he sealed in the Spirit Palace could crush a strong man of the fifth level of the Quasi-Emperor Realm with one blow, and it was enough to threaten the sixth or even seventh level Quasi-Emperor.

Although it can only be used a few times, it is a killer after all, and perhaps using it once is enough to have a deterrent effect.

Mo Yang sat cross-legged on the green mountain for an hour, and there was still no movement in the ancient mist.

He was silently regulating his breath and separating a divine thought to sense.

The two battles in a row before also consumed a lot of his power, and he had to recover as soon as possible.

An hour passed in a blink of an eye. Mo Yang finished his training and stood up. He looked in the direction of the ancient mist, and then his figure flashed and disappeared on the top of the mountain.

Outside Jianshan, Mo Yang came here again.

He had previously exposed his identity in the battle with the two quasi-emperors of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons outside Jianshan, and Nie Yun and his brother in Jianshan must have seen it.

Since his identity has been exposed, Mo Yang naturally wants to meet these old friends!

Although his appearance at this time is not his true face, it is not the appearance of the spirit of heaven.

The battle here attracted many cultivators to gather near Jianshan. After all, other cultivators did not know his identity, and Mo Yang did not want to attract extra attention.

When he came to the outside of Jianshan, his figure flashed and went directly into Jianshan.

Although some cultivators gathered not far from Jianshan, no one noticed his existence at all.

On a huge peak in Jianshan, Mo Yang met Nie Yun and his brother.

When he arrived here, Mo Yang released a breath of air, which frightened Nie Yun and his brother. They turned around and looked at him.

"I have made it very clear before that my master is not in Jianshan. It is very impolite for you to come in like this!" Nie Yun said in a deep voice.

Because Mo Yang's appearance at this time was not his true face, and the breath he released was not his original breath, Nie Yun would not associate him with him.

Nie Yun's brother looked a little solemn, and did not speak, but just stared at Mo Yang, with countless sword intents flowing in his eyes.

"Polite? What if it's impolite?" Mo Yang deliberately sneered and said, his expression and tone were extremely arrogant.

"Today I must meet the Sword Saint!" Mo Yang continued to speak, and the expression on his face became more arrogant.

Nie Yun's face immediately darkened. His senior brother silently took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "I know that your cultivation is very strong, but my master is indeed not in Jianshan. Please go back!"

At this time, Nie Yun seemed to want to speak, but was silently stopped by his senior brother.

Mo Yang glanced at him lightly and sneered: "What if I don't go back?"

Nie Yun's face was gloomy, and his aura began to surge. The giant sword on his back was trembling slightly. He took a step forward and said coldly: "Do you want to do it?"

While speaking, the giant sword behind him hummed and vibrated, and his whole body was surrounded by sword intent.

Mo Yang was a little surprised. Nie Yun's sword intent had a kind of unstoppable momentum, but after all, he was a disciple taught by the Sword Saint. Even if he knew that his cultivation was extraordinary, he still had no fear at all.

"Junior brother, retreat!" Seeing that Nie Yun was about to take action, Nie Yun's senior brother suddenly spoke.

He raised his hand and patted Nie Yun's shoulder. He didn't say anything, but just signaled Nie Yun to retreat.

"Brother, I..."

As soon as Nie Yun opened his mouth, his brother shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "You are not his opponent!"

Although Nie Yun was a little unwilling and looked at Mo Yang coldly, he also retreated silently.

His brother walked forward slowly, looked at Mo Yang silently, and said in a deep voice: "Since you want to take action, I can only accompany you!"

Mo Yang raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I have to remind you to use your strongest means, otherwise..."

Mo Yang didn't continue to say. Compared with Nie Yun, his brother was more calm and had higher attainments in the way of swordsmanship. Moreover, although he and the Sword Saint both took a different path in the way of swordsmanship, they took two completely different paths.

"Don't worry, sir, I will do my best, but since I have taken action, please don't embarrass my brother!" He said this calmly.

Then he took a step forward, raised his hand and moved forward a little, the void in front of him suddenly turbulent, a terrifying sword intent suddenly burst out, a sword light condensed out of thin air, and shot towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang did not dodge, and also raised his hand a little, a wave flowed, and the stabbing sword light silently shattered.

Nie Yun stood behind, his face changed slightly, he knew very well the means of his senior brother, this attack was not weak, but it was so easily resolved.

He stared at Mo Yang and kept looking at him. Recently, Xuantian Continent has been too restless. He has been very restless in his heart, because he discovered a few hours ago that the star domain strongman who set off endless waves on Xuantian Continent seemed to be Mo Yang!

"Boom..."

Nie Yun's senior brother looked calm. He raised his hand in front of him and held it in the air. A sword light condensed in his hand out of thin air. Then his sword intent surged all over his body, and he raised his hand and slashed towards Mo Yang.

It looks like an ordinary attack, but it is not ordinary. The sharp sword intent has enveloped this place, with a momentum that can break everything.

Mo Yang looked at him and did not dodge. He raised his hand again and pointed out, and the sharp sword light instantly shattered.

After two attacks, both of them seemed to be attacking casually, but the atmosphere here suddenly became solemn, and Nie Yun's senior brother's expression also became solemn.

Mo Yang did this, of course, not to play with them, but for a purpose.

With Mo Yang's current cultivation level, he could see at a glance that Nie Yun, his senior brother, had a bottleneck in the sword path. He did this to help him and force him to break through.

These two disciples of the Sword Saint have taken a different path in the sword path. Although their cultivation has not been rapid, they have been too smooth in the sword path and lack some sharpening.

"Show your strongest means, otherwise you can't resist a single attack!" Mo Yang said, still with a sneer on his face.

"In that case, as you wish!" Nie Yun's senior brother spoke in a deep voice.

His body floated up silently into the sky, and he slowly closed his eyes. He did not move at all, but the entire Sword Mountain suddenly became restless. It seemed that thousands of sword intentions were surging, like a river flowing, and a rumbling sound was heard.