Ancient Gods

Time passed slowly, one day, two days...

On the third day, most of the cultivators were already impatient, and many left here cursing.

Because there has been no movement since the bronze door on the top of Kunlun Mountain was closed, let alone Mo Yang's figure.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and there were only more than 20 cultivators left outside Kunlun Mountain. Most of the cultivators left this place one after another and returned to their own sects or families.

In the distance, Lv Xiyue sighed and said, "Second Senior Brother, seven days have passed. I'm afraid that Junior Brother won't be able to come out in a short time!"

The young man sitting cross-legged on the side slowly opened his eyes, looked at the top of Kunlun Mountain, and then looked at Jiang Daocheng and the old woman who were still sitting cross-legged in the air silently. He frowned slightly and said, "Let's go too!"

"As long as Junior Brother doesn't leave the Yaochi Holy Land, there will be no danger. Moreover, he tricked all of us to the East Region before, and faced the pursuit alone. In the end, he was safe and sound. Junior Brother has grown up. Even if we stay, we may not be able to help!"

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Lv Xiyue thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Then let's continue to look for Master!"

Then the two looked at Kunlun Mountain and turned away.

In the next two days, nearly ten cultivators turned around and left. They had waited here for so long, but in vain. They were exposed to the wind and sun all day long, but the bronze door did not move at all.

"Damn it, if I had known this would happen, I should have gone back the day I left Yaochi Holy Land. I have waited for so many days, but I haven't seen a hair..." Some cultivators said angrily.

"I just want to kill that dog. That beast is too hateful!" Some cultivators wanted to wait a few more days. When they mentioned Er Gouzi, their faces were full of anger.

"That dead dog is really hateful, much more hateful than that madman Mo Yang. Mo Yang can not be killed, but that dog must die!" A girl gritted her silver teeth and stared at the top of Kunlun Mountain hatefully.

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In a blink of an eye, ten full days have passed, but Mo Yang still has not come out.

Now there are only four or five people left here. For the past ten days, Jiang Daocheng has been sitting cross-legged in the air and has never moved. Although he closed his eyes, his mind has been covering Kunlun Mountain and paying attention to the movement of the bronze door.

However, the bronze door has not been opened.

Except for Jiang Daocheng and the old woman, the other three cultivators can no longer wait. They have spent ten days here. If Mo Yang does not come out, they can't do anything to Mo Yang. The key is that God knows when Mo Yang will leave Yaochi Holy Land.

On the second day, the three cultivators also left, and even the old woman couldn't stand it.

Time passed quickly, and half a month passed. The old woman slowly stood up, stared at the top of Kunlun Mountain and said a few harsh words, and then turned and left.

Only Jiang Daocheng was still sitting cross-legged in the air. He was like a sculpture, sitting there, except for occasionally opening his eyes, he had never moved.

Obviously, he was determined to kill Mo Yang.

Although he was a Saint Emperor, he was really afraid of this junior. If he continued to let Mo Yang live, who knows what realm Mo Yang would reach next time he met him.

After all, Mo Yang was not an ordinary cultivator. He had the blood of the ancient gods. He did not need to reach the Saint Emperor realm. As long as Mo Yang broke through to the third level of Saint King, his physique would be enough to compete with him, or even surpass him.

It would be almost impossible to kill Mo Yang at that time.

Although it was not easy for Saint King cultivators to break through a realm, it might take decades or even longer to succeed.

But all the way to now, Mo Yang's talent had shocked countless people. In him, the common sense of cultivation had long been overturned, and no one dared to predict when he would break through.

So Jiang Daocheng did not dare to wait, he must kill Mo Yang this time.

This was also for the sake of the Dao Sect. Otherwise, with Mo Yang's style of doing things, when his wings were fully grown, the Dao Sect would be destroyed.

The news of Yao Chi Holy Land's reappearance spread rapidly to all parts of the continent as the cultivators left. The entire cultivation world was like a major earthquake. The news spread and set off a huge wave on the continent.

The ancient holy land that disappeared for endless years actually reappeared in the world, because it was not the remains of Yao Chi Holy Land, but Yao Chi Holy Land, and the people in it seemed to be still alive.

The outside of Kunlun Mountain became lively again, and many cultivators came after hearing the news.

At the same time, the news about Mo Yang's appearance also spread in the cultivation world, which was also a major reason for the cultivators to gather again.

However, the cultivators who came this time were not so lucky, because the top of Kunlun Mountain was shrouded in mist, and the bronze door was looming, tightly closed, and not open.

Some cultivators tried to knock on the bronze door, but there was no response from inside.

It was not until a full month that Jiang Daocheng got up from mid-air. He stood there, staring at the top of Kunlun Mountain, and then turned and left.

This is not a solution.

Even though he is a Saint Emperor, if he continues to consume his energy like this, he will eventually run out of energy. Even if Mo Yang comes out, he may not be able to kill him.

"Did Mo Yang join Yao Chi Holy Land? Why hasn't he come out yet..." Some cultivators who just arrived were very confused when they heard other cultivators talking.

The gate of Yao Chi Holy Land was not open, so no one dared to force their way in. They could only wander around Kunlun Mountain.

Cultivators came and went, and two months had passed in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, in the Yaochi Holy Land, Mo Yang was sitting cross-legged under the peach tree practicing, and a wisp of fragrance came to his face.

Mo Yang was already familiar with this smell, and he knew that the Yaochi Saint had come.

Mo Yang finished his practice and stood up, silently looking at the white-clothed woman in front of him who seemed to be walking on the mist.

The Yaochi Saint came closer, waved her hand, and a dark alchemy furnace appeared in front of Mo Yang.

"It's just two months!" The Yaochi Saint spoke, her voice was still ethereal, like a series of ethereal fairy sounds, which made people feel comfortable.

Mo Yang looked around the Creation Furnace, and the Taoist fire inside was burning slowly as always.

Mo Yang didn't ask anything, but smiled, and with a thought, he put the Creation Furnace into the Star Emperor Tower.

"I will deliver the herbs I promised you later!" It seemed that because of the two months, they had become more familiar with each other. At this time, the beautiful face of the Saint of Yao Chi actually showed a faint smile.

"Thank you, Saint!"

In front of this Saint, even though he was familiar with her, Mo Yang still did not dare to be careless and spoke very cautiously.

The Saint of Yao Chi did not say anything. She glanced at Mo Yang, and a trace of ripples passed through her eyes. She said: "You have improved a lot in cultivation!"

Without waiting for Mo Yang to speak, she frowned slightly and continued: "I saw you practicing a magic before, which was extraordinary, but is it the Six-Character Scroll?"