Ancient Gods

Everyone could see it clearly, and the light there was very soft at this time. Everyone could see the figure walking slowly.

It was a woman, with a very conspicuous white dress, a slim figure, and a body bathed in holy light, like a fairy descending from the sky, giving people a sense of holiness and flawlessness.

Even Mo Yang was a little stunned for a moment, because at first glance, the woman in white seemed not to belong to the mortal world.

He asked himself that he had seen many women with stunning faces. Not to mention others, the Saint Yu Yao of Xuantian Holy Land had a stunning appearance, but compared with the woman in white in front of him, she was less ethereal.

In the soft light, you can clearly see the peerless fairy face, which can be called flawless, with delicate features and no flaws.

"Such a temperament, such a look, except for the Saint of Yaochi, I'm afraid there is no one else..." Er Gouzi also murmured.

"No wonder the ancient books record that the Saint of Yao Chi was called the most beautiful woman on the continent at that time. It is indeed worthy of the reputation..."

Mo Yang came back to his senses from the shock. His brows were furrowed. The Holy Land of Yao Chi had disappeared for countless years. Now it was born. First, the soldiers of the Western Emperor appeared. Then the gate of this ancient holy land opened by itself. The former Saint appeared in front of everyone.

Is this an illusion?

Because even if it is true as he guessed before, the Holy Land of Yao Chi was sealed by an unknown force, but after all, countless years have passed. Even the emperor cannot live to this day, let alone the cultivators below the emperor.

At this time, there was a dead silence all around. All the cultivators stared at the top of Kunlun Mountain and looked at the figure walking slowly.

I don't know how many cultivators were attracted by the beauty of the woman and it was difficult to come back to their senses for a while.

"Such a stunning appearance, is it really the Saint of Yao Chi?"

"How is this possible? The Saint of Yao Chi is still alive..."

...

I don't know how long it took before the dead silence was broken by a cry.

Several strong men standing in the air also looked solemn at this time, because all this completely overturned their cognition, and this scene was unexpected by no one.

The specific time when the Yaochi Holy Land disappeared could not be verified, and there was no clear record in ancient books, but according to the calculation of later generations, it was at least six or seven thousand years...

After such a long time, how could the former saint still be alive?

But the facts were in front of them, and no matter how everyone rubbed their eyes, the picture in their sight did not change at all.

Amid countless discussions, the woman in white had stepped out of the huge bronze door. There was no fluctuation on her beautiful and flawless face, and her eyes like autumn water calmly scanned everyone.

"It's not an illusion, she has life fluctuations!" Mo Yang said in a low voice.

He had been concentrating on sensing, and clearly felt the life fluctuations on the woman in white, but he could not detect the other party's cultivation.

"It's incredible. After countless years, the Saint of Yao Chi is still alive, and she looks so young. Could it be that other people in Yao Chi Holy Land are still alive?" Er Gouzi came back to his senses at this time, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Boy, you are probably right. The Yao Chi Holy Land disappeared out of thin air. There must be a huge secret. The world of cultivation is really going to change!"

When Er Gouzi spoke, Mo Yang's pupils suddenly shrank, because the Saint of Yao Chi actually looked at his hiding place and her eyes stayed on him for a moment.

"Such a strong cultivation..."

Mo Yang was surprised. The girl just glanced at him, and he actually felt like he was seen through.

"Boy, what's wrong?" Er Gouzi looked at Mo Yang in doubt.

"Is there any record of the cultivation of the Saint of Yao Chi in ancient books?" Mo Yang asked Er Gouzi in a low voice.

"After so many years, even if there are records in ancient books, I'm afraid they may not be accurate. Boy, have you noticed anything?" Er Gouzi looked at Mo Yang suspiciously.

Mo Yang frowned, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "This person's cultivation is very strong. I have secretly explored several times, but I can't sense her cultivation breath at all!"

"Boy, the era when Yao Chi Holy Land existed was the most prosperous era in the cultivation world. At that time, the Supremes emerged in large numbers, and cultivation was much easier than this era!" Er Gouzi sighed lightly, not surprised, Yao Chi Saint must have a strong cultivation.

"The Holy Lord invites all cultivators to enter the Holy Land for a chat!"

Just as everyone was whispering, a sound wave came from mid-air and kept echoing here.

The voice was ethereal, as if it came from the sound of nature outside the nine heavens.

In an instant, the surroundings fell into silence again, and the many cultivators gathered here were stunned.

Everyone in Yao Chi Holy Land seemed to be still alive, and it was not just Yao Chi Saint who was alive.

This powerful and mysterious ancient holy land reappeared in the world after countless years. Now the mountain gate is wide open, and the saint appears to invite all the cultivators to enter.

Before, everyone wanted to be the first to rush into the bronze giant gate, but now, no one dared to step forward.

"Are you really the Saint of Yaochi?" Jiang Daocheng stood in mid-air, watching the woman speak in doubt.

Although he came with the imperial soldiers, he was also alert at this time and did not dare to be careless.

Everyone's eyes fell on the woman, waiting for her to speak.

The girl looked calm, and there was no fluctuation on her beautiful and flawless face. She nodded calmly.

"Not bad!"

The two words fell, and the crowd exploded instantly.

Once the news spread from here, no one knew what kind of waves would be set off in the cultivation world.

In recent years, there have been many secret places and ruins of some powerful forces in various parts of Xuantian Continent, but none of them has reappeared in the world after countless years like the Yaochi Holy Land, and the people who once lived there are still alive and well.

"Damn it, who dares to go in? God knows what's going on inside!" Er Gouzi muttered.

Mo Yang looked solemn. Now everyone stood in place, no one dared to step forward, and obviously no one dared to rashly enter the huge bronze door.

At this time, the eyes of the Yaochi Saint looked at Mo Yang again, lingered on Mo Yang slightly, and an ethereal voice sounded in the air.

"The blood of the ancient gods..."

You can hear a little emotional fluctuation in the voice, but you can't tell whether it's surprise or something else.

Mo Yang's heart sank and he sighed secretly. He had been hiding his breath in the dark, and no one had discovered him. Now, after all his calculations, he was betrayed by this mysterious ancient who he met for the first time.

Because as the voice of the Saint of Yao Chi fell, countless eyes suddenly swept towards his hiding place.

Mo Yang sighed lightly and walked out from behind the boulder.

"Mo Yang, it's you!"

The moment Jiang Daocheng's eyes fell on Mo Yang, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a strong murderous intent.