Ancient Gods

Looking at the slightly suspicious look on Mo Yang's face, the woman in white spoke calmly.

"It's okay to tell you my name, my name is Xuanyuan Xiaoyue!"

Her voice was ethereal, like the sound waves of the breeze blowing through the wind chimes, gentle and beautiful.

But there was no emotional fluctuation in her voice, as if an old monk who had cut off all emotions was speaking.

"Xuanyuan Xiaoyue..."

Mo Yang frowned and whispered in his mouth, searching for information about the Xuanyuan family in his mind, but he quickly recalled it, and he seemed to have never heard of this family.

However, Er Gouzi, who was standing on Mo Yang's shoulder, changed his expression slightly after hearing this. He pondered for a moment and whispered to Mo Yang: "Boy, this girl is probably not simple!"

Mo Yang frowned and asked: "Do you know?"

Er Gouzi shook his head and whispered: "I know nothing. I have been trapped in the damn ancient god's tomb for hundreds of years. These juniors are about the same age as you. How could I know them!"

It continued: "But I have heard of the Xuanyuan family!"

"The Xuantian Continent is vast and boundless. There are many people with the same name and surname. It's just a surname!" Mo Yang said.

Er Gouzi whispered: "Some common surnames are naturally as you said, but there are several special surnames on the mainland, representing a clan, and the Xuanyuan family is one of them!"

"If the uncle guesses correctly, this girl is most likely from the Xuanyuan clan, which is an imperial clan. The ancestor of the Xuanyuan clan was a great emperor. All the clan members with the surname Xuanyuan in later generations are descendants of that great emperor!"

Mo Yang frowned after hearing this. If it was according to what Er Gouzi said, the white-clothed woman in front of him was indeed quite important.

After being passed down for countless generations, the blood power naturally became thinner and thinner, but it was stronger than ordinary people after all.

And since it was a big clan, I'm afraid the Xuanyuan family was not simple.

Mo Yang looked at Xuanyuan Xiaoyue silently again, and after a moment, his figure flashed and flew towards the top of the Qingfeng where Xuanyuan Xiaoyue stood.

"I wonder what Miss Xuanyuan wants me to talk about?"

After flying to the top of the mountain, Mo Yang asked calmly.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyue didn't say anything, but her eyes never left Mo Yang.

After a moment, a voice came from under the white veil: "I heard that you defeated the genius of Yanyu Tower a few days ago?"

Mo Yang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said without thinking: "That's right!"

After all, this is not a secret, everyone in Luoyang City knows it.

"I heard that you practiced the ancient magic skills?" Xuanyuan Xiaoyue asked.

Mo Yang looked at Xuanyuan Xiaoyue's eyes silently, then laughed, and asked instead: "Your ancestor was the emperor, and your understanding of the skills must be better than that of ordinary people. I wonder what magic skills are in the eyes of Miss Xuanyuan?"

When Mo Yang spoke, Mo Yang noticed that Xuanyuan Xiaoyue's eyes finally flashed a little, and she was a little surprised.

She didn't seem to expect that Mo Yang actually knew her origins and her identity, but he was still so calm and calm.

"Isn't the God and Demon Transformation a magic skill?"

She looked up and down at Mo Yang, and asked directly with a hint of teasing in her words.

Mo Yang was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the other party to say this directly. However, his expression remained unchanged and he smiled as he said, "Does Miss Xuanyuan think I am a god or a demon?"

"We have to fight to know whether I am a god or a demon!"

This was Xuanyuan Xiaoyue's response.

After hearing this, Mo Yang laughed loudly, with a hint of coldness on his lips, and said, "It seems that Miss Xuanyuan doesn't plan to let me leave today?"

After that, his smile became even bigger, and he said, "I don't like to provoke others, nor do I want to make enemies for no reason. Why don't Miss Xuanyuan give way? I will be grateful to you?"

Mo Yang concentrated on sensing Xuanyuan Xiaoyue's cultivation several times, but he couldn't detect it at all. He even secretly activated the left eye of the ancient god to observe, but what shocked him was that he still couldn't see through it.

According to past experience, even saints can't escape the prying of Mo Yang's left eye.

Now this situation has occurred, on the one hand, it shows that Xuanyuan Xiaoyue's cultivation is definitely not weak.

Secondly, Mo Yang guessed that the technique Xuanyuan Xiaoyue practiced might not be simple.

"Since I'm waiting for you here, you can't do anything!"

Who would have thought that facing Mo Yang's words, Xuanyuan Xiaoyue actually spoke like this, extremely strong.

The pair of clear eyes looked at Mo Yang silently, without a smile, nor any other waves, but there was an extremely domineering taste in the words.

The smile on Mo Yang's face slowly dissipated, and he said: "Before, the girl in Yanyu Tower was as arrogant as you, but I caught her to warm the bed and forced me to do it. Have you thought about it?"

Mo Yang stared at Xuanyuan Xiaoyue's eyes, and at this time he clearly caught a flash of murderous intent in her eyes.

"Bang!"

Then, Xuanyuan Xiaoyue made a move directly, and the white palm stretched out and printed towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang sneered. Even if this person's cultivation was far superior to his, his physique might not be comparable to his. He did not retreat, and directly clenched his fist to meet him.

"Boy..."

Er Gouzi seemed to want to remind Mo Yang something, but it was too late when he opened his mouth.

The fists and palms collided, seemingly as casual as they could be, but Mo Yang's body was actually shaken back again and again, and the entire Qingfeng was shaking. In an instant, several huge cracks appeared on the top of the mountain.

However, Xuanyuan Xiaoyue was also retreating. She used the recoil force to change her position and flew back more than ten meters away, then landed lightly on a rock.

Mo Yang retreated directly to the edge of the mountain top, leaving a row of deep footprints in front of him, and cracks spread out in all directions with those footprints as the center.

"It's interesting. With a fifth-level cultivation in the Transcendent Realm, her physical strength is comparable to that of a saint!" Xuanyuan Xiaoyue spoke.

But her words were still very calm, and there was no sign of surprise.

The difference was that Mo Yang was shocked. It was the first time he met a young person with such a strong physique, and the key was that she was a woman.

"Boy, I forgot to remind you before that the Xuanyuan clan's practice method is an emperor's secret, which focuses on body training!" Er Gouzi spoke at this time.

Mo Yang was speechless. No wonder Xuanyuan Xiaoyue looked so weak, but her physique was so terrifying.

"You idiot, why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Boy, you didn't ask. I was just about to remind you, but since you've already made a move and you're so brave and invincible, I couldn't bear to interrupt you."

Mo Yang frowned and whispered, "Have you seen her cultivation?"

Er Gouzi said, "She's a little bit stronger than Qin Xiaoniu, and one foot has already stepped into the threshold of a saint!"

Mo Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He had previously guessed that Xuanyuan Xiaoyue might be a saint, but now it seems that the result is better than he expected.

"Boy, don't be careless. Xuanyuan Jue is not comparable to the twelfth level of Yanyu. If things go wrong, it won't be her who warms your bed, but you who will be left here cold!"

Mo Yang didn't say anything. He stared at Xuanyuan Xiaoyue and said, "You're not bad either. I didn't expect you, a girl, to be so tough!"

Originally, Xuanyuan Xiaoyue was quite calm, but when she heard the word tough, a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes, and she pointed at Mo Yang with the jade flute in her hand.

A ray of green light burst out from the jade flute, like a sword, revealing a sharp breath, which made Mo Yang's expression change slightly.

Mo Yang dodged and rushed into the air. The ray of green light was extremely terrifying, like a sharp sword, and it actually cut off a large part of the top of the Qingfeng Mountain in an instant.

A large piece of rock collapsed in the smoke and dust, and a rumbling sound was heard.

A large piece of smoke and dust rushed into the sky, and Er Gouzi, who was about to speak, was choked and coughed violently.

"Fuck, girl, you are blind, chop this kid's head, the one who warms your bed is not the master!"

Er Gouzi glared at Xuanyuan Xiaoyue and cursed.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyue's eyes were cold, and she glanced at Er Gouzi coldly, and suddenly swung the jade flute towards Mo Yang.

"Zheng Zheng..."

Like the sound of a sword, the jade flute swept past, slashing out several more green lights, and a sharp and unparalleled aura enveloped the place. The seemingly chaotic attacks were actually like a killing array, directly blocking Mo Yang's retreat.

Mo Yang's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly activated the Xing character scroll. His figure flashed at high speed, and then turned into a residual shadow and rushed out.

Although his body avoided it, his left ear was still cut by a sharp breath of green light, and a few drops of golden blood oozed out.