Ancient Gods

The reason why Mo Yang dared to speak like this was because he didn't have any cultivation left in him now. Even if he killed a spirit bear with one punch in front of everyone, he was not worried about the other party seeing the clues.

Because he is indeed an ordinary person at this time, but physically stronger, that's all.

The four girls obviously didn't believe it, and the vigilance in their eyes did not dissipate. They still looked at Mo Yang suspiciously, as if they were constantly concentrating on perception.

Then several people looked at each other and whispered something.

At this time, Mo Yang looked extremely embarrassed and disheveled. Coupled with the indescribable loneliness and haggard look on Mo Yang's face, he indeed looked like someone who was lost here.

After looking at each other several times, the girls gradually relaxed.

"Are you from the Desolate tribe?"

The girl who just asked about Mo Yang's identity glanced up and down at Mo Yang again and asked suspiciously.

Mo Yang looked stunned, but didn't react much.

The Desolate race, this race sounds special. Is there something special about it?

Mo Yang's reaction caught the eyes of several girls, and they thought that they had guessed correctly, and the vigilance on their faces disappeared a lot.

Then he said with a curious look on his face: "I heard that you, the Desolate Clan, are born with supernatural powers. In the past, we only regarded it as rumors. But today, when I saw it, it was indeed well-deserved. You have no real energy in your body, but you can actually kill a spirit bear with one punch!"

Listening to the words spoken by the girl, Mo Yang suddenly understood, no wonder...

Judging from the clothes on these girls, the clothes are not gorgeous. The outermost robes are actually made of animal skins. If they were placed on Xuantian Continent, this would be the standard equipment of primitive tribes.

And judging from the four girls in front of them, they don't look like members of the sect family, but more like they come from a certain tribe.

Because although these people are girls, their bodies are much stronger than the girls Mo Yang has seen before, and the outlines of muscles can even be seen in their arms, which are very strong.

While Mo Yang was thinking, a girl took a few steps forward, looked around Mo Yang, and said curiously: "I heard that people from the Desolate tribe are naturally strong, but you are different from the rumors!"

The girl then spoke: "Aren't you, the Desolate Clan, entrenched in the Ancient Mountains of the Eastern Wasteland? The two places are so far apart, and you have no cultivation. How did you get here?"

The girl frowned, and after saying this, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and a sharp sword was instantly pressed against Mo Yang's neck: "To be honest, who are you?"

Mo Yang couldn't help but be stunned, and sighed softly in his heart. These girls looked tough, but their thoughts were completely opposite, very delicate.

However, the other party is a cultivator in the saint realm after all, so naturally he will not easily believe his one-sided words.

He looked very calm, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm just an ordinary hunter, and I didn't say I was from the Desolate tribe!"

Although Mo Yang's cultivation is now gone, if he wants to kill these people, it doesn't seem to be difficult, but with the strength of his body, he can easily blast these people's bodies, but now he has no intention to do it.

And he doesn't want to hurt other people's lives for no reason.

The girls frowned slightly and looked at each other. Mo Yang seemed to have really said nothing before.

"This person's identity is too suspicious, and he can actually kill a spirit bear with one punch. Why don't we take him back and see what the clan leader will do with him!"

One of the girls pondered slightly and spoke.

Then the two girls nodded, smoothly took out a thick rope, and then roughly twisted Mo Yang's arms behind his back, and tied him up in just a few breaths of skills.

Even though Mo Yang was disheartened at this moment, he was still a little speechless. If he fell into the mortal world, anything would really happen.

"Be honest, or I'll leave you here to feed the bears!" A girl threatened Mo Yang fiercely.

Mo Yang: "..."

After thinking about it, Mo Yang didn't resist. Now that he didn't know anything about this continent, he took this opportunity to learn about the situation on this continent.

He recalled the dark time he had spent in his mind, and he felt relieved. After all, he was still alive, and there was hope in living.

When he first woke up, his cultivation had vanished into nothing. He was really despairing, as if he had no hope of living. Just thinking about Xia Fengliu, his cultivation was almost gone, but he was still free and easy.

"I used to persuade Xia Fengliu with good words, but it fell on me, but I couldn't let it go..." Mo Yang whispered with some self-deprecation.

"What are you mumbling about? Be honest!" A girl turned back and glared at Mo Yang.

Mo Yang: "..."

He didn't want to argue with these girls, and then fell silent.

When he came to his senses completely, they had already walked out of the ice field. Not far from the ice field, they could see some buildings in the distance, houses made of huge stones. At a glance, there were at least dozens of them.

High stone walls surround many houses. If you look at it from the outside, it really looks like a settlement of a backward tribe.

Mo Yang was brought in by several girls, and then he was thrown heavily to the ground.

I saw a few girls bringing back a spirit bear, which immediately attracted a lot of people.

Several old men gathered around, and after looking away from the spirit bear, they landed on Mo Yang.

"This is……"

An old man frowned slightly, glanced at Mo Yang, and then looked at the four girls.

"This guy said he was a hunter, lost in the ice field. We don't see anything like it. This bear was killed by his punch. It's just a little strange. He has no cultivation..." A girl said to the old man Open your mouth and explain.

While speaking, he grabbed Mo Yang rudely, looked at him as if he were prey, and then threw Mo Yang to the ground.

Mo Yang was extremely speechless.

The movement here immediately attracted more people. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by strong men and several middle-aged women with sturdy bodies. Everyone pointed at him and commented.

Looking at this posture, they really regarded him as prey. Some middle-aged women even moved towards him, turned around and looked at him. Their looks made his hair stand on end.

Mo Yang took a general glance and found that although the cultivation bases of these people were not weak, they were not strong either. Even those old men were only at the Holy King level, and the strongest ones were at the Holy King peak level.

"Although he is a little thinner, his face is still handsome!" A middle-aged woman said and actually smiled at him, which sent a shiver down Mo Yang's spine.

He resisted the urge to take action several times. It could be seen from the buildings here and the words and clothing of these people that this was indeed a backward tribe. Although the actions were rude, no one had any intention of killing him.