Ancient Gods

Seeing the girl's angry look, Er Gouzi smiled unkindly and said, "Little girl, your Saint's cultivation is extraordinary, how could she not know that Mo Yang dug the holy medicine? She didn't say anything, why are you so anxious!"

Mo Yang smiled, took out two bottles of pills from the ring and handed them to the girl, saying, "This is a beauty pill, which is hard to find in the outside world. It's more than enough to exchange for two holy herbs from your Yao Chi Holy Land!"

When the girl heard that the pill was beauty, a strange color flashed in her eyes. She also heard that Mo Yang's alchemy attainments were extraordinary, so she didn't say anything at the moment.

Mo Yang did not stop, turned around and walked a few steps, and threw two more bottles of pills to the girl without looking back, saying, "Send two bottles to the Saint for me!"

Then he left the Yao Chi Holy Land directly.

Not far behind, the Saint of Yao Chi frowned slightly, raised her hand and waved, and the pill was taken away by her through the air before it fell into the girl's hand.

After Mo Yang and Er Gouzi left Yao Chi Holy Land, Er Gouzi laughed.

He said, "God damn it, you are really evil. Although those pills are effective, with your current alchemy attainments, you can refine them in a snap. Not to mention two bottles, even 1,800 bottles can't exchange for a holy grass!"

Mo Yang coughed a few times and said, "For women, appearance is even more important than life. Pills that can keep their youth are naturally priceless treasures."

"Tsk, God damn it, if you are evil, just say it directly. Don't you feel guilty for finding such a high-sounding reason?" Er Gouzi said with a squinting look, full of contempt.

But this scumbag changed his expression in a blink of an eye, and laughed: "Boy, you just dug two plants. We have been through countless lives and deaths. You humans have a saying that we share happiness and hardships. You have one plant and I have one plant, just right!"

Mo Yang looked at Er Gouzi speechlessly and said: "Don't think that relying on medicinal materials will push you to the Saint Emperor realm. The Saint Emperor realm is different from other realms. If you don't have enough understanding, you can't enter this realm with natural materials and treasures alone!"

Because Mo Yang has a deep understanding, it has been a long time since he stepped into the Saint Emperor realm, but he still stays in the early stage.

During this period of time, he has also been comprehending and practicing hard, but his cultivation has hardly changed.

It can be seen that this realm is indeed different from the past.

After hearing this, Er Gouzi looked at him with contempt and said, "Boy, if you are stingy, just say it directly. Who said that I relied on the treasures of heaven and earth to break the mirror? I took it to strengthen my body!"

Mo Yang didn't say anything. After leaving Yaochi Holy Land, he didn't carve a teleportation array to hurry on his way, but flew in the air.

After the Dao Sect was razed to the ground, the news spread throughout the western part of the continent. The Lingxu Sect, which had once moved its entire sect, should have returned to its original sect. He wanted to take a look.

Because the master's death anniversary is coming soon.

The next evening, Mo Yang and Er Gouzi came to the outside of Lingxu Sect.

The night was shrouded, and looking at the dots of light on the green peaks in Lingxu Sect, Mo Yang sighed.

Standing in the night sky, he spread his mind and sensed silently for a moment. Now, there are actually several disciples in Lingxu Sect who have reached the realm of War King.

For a small sect like Lingxu Sect, it is not easy for the younger generation of disciples to cultivate to this level.

"There are countless sects on Xuantian Continent. There is a huge difference between ordinary small sects and those powerful forces. Those powerful forces can wipe out a small force with a disciple at will..."

"I don't know what will happen when the catastrophe comes and the ancient race that was once sealed is born..."

Er Gouzi said: "It's just the law of the jungle. This is the law of nature. It is said that being weak is a sin because they cannot control their own life and death. But there is always someone better. Even the Saint Emperor or even the Great Saint, who knows if they can survive tomorrow!"

"Let's go in and take a look!"

After saying this, Mo Yang restrained his breath, took a step, and entered Lingxu Sect.

In the night, Mo Yang slowly flew down to the wooden peak.

This place still maintains its original appearance, but it can't stop the erosion of time after all. It doesn't look like it used to be. Many places have left traces of time.

After walking around the courtyard, the past scenes reappeared in front of Mo Yang. The appearance of the fourth elder was still so clear. Standing in the courtyard, he seemed to be able to hear the voice of the fourth elder.

Only a gust of night wind blew by, and nothing was left except the rustling sound.

Mo Yang turned and walked out of the courtyard. Seeing that Er Gouzi seemed to be thinking about something again, he reminded him: "The foundation of Lingxu Sect is weak. It is very difficult to accumulate some spiritual medicines at ordinary times. Don't think about it!"

"Boy, is my master so hungry that he will eat anything? What can there be in the treasure house of this palm-sized sect? I am not interested!"

Seeing Er Gouzi's thief-like appearance, Mo Yang was still worried, so he simply took Er Gouzi into the Xinghuang Tower.

Then Mo Yang walked down the wooden peak and walked towards the back mountain alone.

In front of the tomb of the fourth elder, there were some meals, and the weeds around seemed to have been taken care of not long ago.

On the side was the grave of the Grand Elder, which Mo Yang had not seen since his last return. In the blink of an eye, several years had passed.

"Master, your disciple is here to see you again!"

Mo Yang took out a few jars of wine, broke the mud seal, and placed one jar in front of each of the two graves. Then he sat down between the two graves.

"Master, I have lived up to your expectations. My cultivation has reached the Saint Emperor realm!"

"I will continue to work hard on my cultivation. Don't worry, I will definitely reach the peak of martial arts in the future!"

...

Mo Yang kept pouring wine into his mouth. He wanted to get drunk, but a jar of strong wine went down his throat. In addition to being spicy, it only brought endless bitterness and loneliness.

"Old man, I haven't seen you for several years. You should drink a glass with me!" Mo Yang waved the jar of wine in front of the grave of the Grand Elder.

...

The night wind blew, mixed with a hint of coolness. Mo Yang sat here and whispered to the two graves, telling about the bits and pieces of the past few years.

The next morning, when the morning sun was shining, Mo Yang got up.

He raised his hand to take away more than ten jars of wine on the ground, bowed in front of the two graves, and said: "Master, I have many enemies now, so I can't stay here for long. I will come to see you another day!"

Then he looked at the grave of the Grand Elder and smiled: "Old man, don't worry. Although I don't have much affection for this place, I will try my best to take care of Lingxu Sect!"

Then he turned around and left the back mountain of Lingxu Sect step by step.

He took a step forward and came to the main peak of Lingxu Sect, just in time to meet the Great Elder.

After not seeing each other for several years, the Great Elder had a lot more wrinkles on his face, his temples were gray, and he looked much older.

When he saw Mo Yang, he was stunned, and then he quickly reached out and rubbed his eyes. After seeing clearly, his face was suddenly full of joy, but he seemed a little unsure, and said: "Is it Mo Yang?"

The voice was much older, and then he hurriedly walked towards Mo Yang, his body trembling.