Ancient Gods

Late at night, the cultivators who had surrounded the inn where Mo Yang lived dispersed one after another. Mo Yang sat cross-legged in front of the window alone, and the scenes of his previous fight with the Saint of Daoism kept flashing through his mind.

Although the Saint of Daoism was almost killed by him, it must be said that the Saint of Daoism was the strongest among his peers he had ever seen.

And because the Saint of Daoism was only thinking about killing him with his sword as soon as possible, many of the strongest Taoist sacred arts had not yet been used.

"Taoism is really scary..." Mo Yang sighed.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He was suddenly startled and stood up abruptly to look behind him.

There was actually a person standing in the inn.

Under the moonlight that penetrated the window, the face of the figure was very old, and wrinkles could be clearly seen, and his gray temples could be seen...

Mo Yang's mind tensed up instantly. He didn't even notice when this person entered the house.

It was really like a ghost, silent and silent.

Mo Yang knew without thinking that this old man must be a peerless strongman!

With his current cultivation level of the third level of the Saint King Realm, he did not notice the other party's arrival at the first time. The other party's cultivation level can be imagined. It is obviously beyond the Saint King Realm, and even not an ordinary Saint Emperor Realm.

"Are you from the Taoist sect?"

Mo Yang stepped back a few steps calmly, staring at the old man and asking coldly.

At this time, a mysterious strong man suddenly visited, and Mo Yang naturally thought of the Taoist sect at the first time!

Because he deliberately exposed his whereabouts when he returned to Luoyang City this time, he used the mouths of many cultivators to spread the news and divert the attention of the Taoist sect to Luoyang City.

"Young man, I am not here to kill you tonight!"

After a few breaths of silence, the old man spoke.

Mo Yang frowned slightly, stared at the old man with a vigilant look, and said in a deep voice: "Then why are you here?"

Although the other party did not respond clearly, he obviously acquiesced to the identity of the Taoist strongman. This person is indeed a Taoist sect.

"You kidnapped my Taoist Saint, I just came here to take her away!" The old man seemed to be staring at Mo Yang, and there seemed to be a ray of light in his eyes.

Mo Yang sneered after hearing this and said, "You asked me to let your Taoist Saint go? You took her away, and then chased me without scruples?"

The old man stood there silently and said, "You know the fate of being an enemy of Taoism, your death is enough, why bother to involve others!"

"If you don't return the Saint, all forces related to you will disappear from the continent!"

The old man spoke calmly, but there was endless threat in his words.

Mo Yang's smile did not diminish, and he said coldly, "Old man, you are old and arrogant. You keep saying that you want to crush all forces related to me. I want to ask, does it also include the Yaochi Holy Land?"

Mo Yang clearly saw a strange color flash in the old man's eyes.

After a moment of silence, the old man said, "The ancient sacred land of Yaochi is not tainted by the secular world. It has been like this since ancient times. What does it have to do with you?"

"Haha, you Taoists are really good at bullying the weak and fearing the strong!" Mo Yang's words were full of sarcasm.

The Taoist strongman had even suffered a great loss at the hands of the Yaochi Saint before, and was almost wiped out by the Yaochi Saint with a piece of imperial text, but now he never mentioned it.

"I heard that you are from the Gan Sect and have eight senior brothers and sisters?" The old man suddenly said this.

Mo Yang's face immediately turned cold. He knew very well in his heart that this old guy was obviously threatening him, threatening him with the lives of the Gan Sect's senior brothers and sisters!

"I heard before that you originally came from the west of the continent, from a small sect called Lingxu Sect!"

Without waiting for Mo Yang to speak, the old man continued.

Then, the old man spoke again: "Also, it is said that the Sword Saint of Jianshan has helped you, and the Saintess of Xuantian Holy Land in the Central Region has a special relationship with you!"

The old man said and walked forward a few steps, with a smile on his old face.

In a few simple words, all the forces related to Mo Yang were revealed. This was not to know Mo Yang's past, but to threaten Mo Yang.

The implication was obvious. If Mo Yang did not release the Saintess of Taoism, these forces would be destroyed...

Even Xuantian Holy Land, even Jianshan!

Seeing Mo Yang's gloomy face, the old man laughed and said, "Some people in the cultivation world call you a madman, but you are just crazy, not stupid. You should know what I mean!"

Mo Yang stared at the old man, and after a moment, he loosened his clenched fist and said, "Aren't you worried that the Dao Sect will be destroyed because of this?"

The old man showed a trace of sarcasm in his eyes, and sneered, "Relying on the incomplete imperial tower on you?"

"You seem to have some misunderstandings about the foundation of the Dao Sect. I also have imperial soldiers in the Dao Sect!"

The old man looked at Mo Yang, and the sarcasm on his face became stronger and stronger, as if he was looking at a jumping clown.

Mo Yang fell silent, and after a moment, he sighed and said, "I can take you to see her!"

"Heh, junior, are you trying to take the opportunity to trap me with the imperial tower?" The wrinkles on the old man's face were trembling, staring at Mo Yang, and his palm flashed with light, and suddenly a ray of aura was revealed, which made Mo Yang's heart tremble.

Because it was an imperial pressure!

"I want to see if the imperial tower you control can block the imperial weapon in my hand!" The old man sneered.

Mo Yang's eyes flashed with madness, and he said: "The saint was sealed by my ancient magic circle. I only know how to cast it, but I can't remove the magic circle!"

The old man's smile faded, and he squinted at Mo Yang.

Although he felt that it might be Mo Yang's trap, he also knew that the skills that Mo Yang practiced were indeed magical. Many of the skills were not recorded in ancient books. Even the body movements that Mo Yang used before seemed to be the Xing character scroll in the long-lost six-character scroll secret technique!

"I, Mo Yang, will take responsibility for my own actions. You can come to me for my hatred with your Taoist sect. I hope that after you take the saint away, you will not attack other forces!" Mo Yang said with a lonely look.

At this time, Mo Yang's expression was obviously pretended, and his words were also deliberately said so. In fact, endless murderous intent had already emerged in his heart.

"Hehe, as you wish!"

A sneer flashed across the old man's face. He had the emperor's weapon in his hand. Even if Mo Yang cheated, he was not worried, because he firmly believed that the power of the emperor's weapon he activated would be stronger than Mo Yang's tower.

Then Mo Yang activated the Star Emperor Tower and deliberately slowed down. A huge attraction emerged and swallowed the old man and him in an instant.

The two came directly to the fifth floor of the Star Emperor Tower.

When he came here, the old man's face showed a strange color, because it was gray here, and there was a sense of weirdness.

On the wall of the stone tower next to him, the portraits were vivid. After a glance, his face changed.

"Hua La La..."

At this moment, there was a sound of chains in front of him.