Ancient Gods

After leaving the ice field, although Mo Yang's cultivation still showed no signs of recovery, the fighting blood in his body had gradually revived.

His strong physique and terrifying strength, coupled with his speed, even if he could not use the Xing character scroll, he was still as fast as the wind. In the night, he seemed to have turned into a ghost, making the two Saint Emperors unable to resist.

"My departure from Qincheng is to give your Qin family a chance. Since you don't cherish it, then go to hell!"

Mo Yang's voice sounded calm, but it made the two Saint Emperors' backs shiver.

"As for my identity, you are not qualified to know!"

After the words fell, Mo Yang's fist shook violently, and the body of one of the Saint Emperors was broken apart.

His move was simple and domineering, and his pure physical strength and speed were also unmatched.

Mo Yang had once reached the Great Saint Realm. Although the true energy in his body was completely dried up, ordinary Saint Emperors were no match for him now. If they fought in close combat, I am afraid that even the Great Saint would suffer.

On the side, two roars were heard in succession. The two peak Saint Kings who had just been blown up reshaped their bodies. Both of them were furious and rushed towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang looked calm. He had experienced too many battles. His combat experience alone was not comparable to those people in front of him. At this time, he just punched out casually, and the peak Saint King who had just rushed in front of him was hit again with a punch and his head was smashed.

"Lend me your swords!"

Mo Yang spoke, and then his figure flashed, and he directly snatched the sword from a Saint Emperor. In a flash, he slashed with a sword without looking back, and instantly split the Saint Emperor in half.

The scene became more and more bloody, because although the battlefield was one-sided, it was still very difficult for Mo Yang, who had no cultivation, to directly kill the two peak Saint Kings and two first-level Saint Emperors in front of him.

After all, at this level, the vitality is too strong. It is not impossible to kill the opponent by brute force, but I don't know how many times I have to blow the opponent up. The only way is to wear out the opponent's vitality bit by bit.

For half an hour, the place was dyed red by the splashing blood. The scene was like a Shura purgatory. The two peak saint kings fell first, and their bodies were smashed by Mo Yang at least dozens of times.

The two saints did not realize that Mo Yang had lost all his cultivation. Instead, they thought that Mo Yang was deliberately using them as a whetstone.

When the two felt the threat of death, they wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Mo Yang cut off the head of one of them, and urged the faint true qi in the dantian to pour into his head. Although the true qi was very faint, it was the true qi of the great saint level after all, which directly shattered his already weak soul power.

The piercing screams and terrified roars continued to spread from here to all directions, and soon, the night sky was completely calm.

Mo Yang panted heavily, threw the sword in his hand aside, and sat down on the ground.

He was also exhausted. Without cultivation, he could not use those killer moves. It was too difficult to kill the Holy Emperor with brute force. Even if he kept crushing the opponent's head, he could not wipe out the vitality of a Holy Emperor in a short time.

"I have to find a way to recover my cultivation as soon as possible... Otherwise, a third-level Holy Emperor will tire me to death!" Mo Yang sighed lightly, then stood up and walked forward.

This is not a place to stay for a long time, he must leave as soon as possible.

During this time, Mo Yang was also thinking about how to return to Xuantian Continent.

When he and the Saint of Yaochi entered the ancient secret realm, Xuantian Continent had just experienced an incident. The seal that several emperors had jointly laid was dissipated, and the ancient race was born. This was a great threat to Xuantian Continent.

After all, there were many of his friends there, and people he cared about. It was impossible to say that he was not worried at all.

Since he was still alive and had not completely died in the turbulence of the void, he would naturally find a way to go back to Xuantian Continent.

However, he also knew that in his current state, he could not leave the wilderness at all, let alone return to Xuantian Continent. The only way was to restore his cultivation as soon as possible.

It was just that after coming to the wilderness for such a long time, only a faint trace of true qi was restored in his dantian. He practiced in Qincheng for several days, and the trace of true qi still did not change at all.

"I'm afraid that Senior Sister thinks that I have fallen..." Mo Yang said self-deprecatingly, and a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.

...

Mo Yang walked southward in the night, gradually moving away from Qincheng.

He walked on an ancient mountain road, stopping and starting along the way. From the ice field to here, it seemed as if he had experienced the alternation of four seasons, because the further south he went, the weaker the desolate atmosphere.

Two days later, Mo Yang stopped to rest halfway and sat cross-legged on a broken stone. When he opened his eyes, he found a figure standing in front of him.

Mo Yang's face changed immediately. He deliberately chose a remote ancient road and shuttled through the wilderness. He didn't meet anyone along the way.

When did this person come to him?

Mo Yang's expression became solemn. He slowly stood up and looked at the mysterious man with his back to him a few meters away and asked: "Who are you?"

The mysterious man turned around when he heard the words, which made Mo Yang stunned for a moment.

"Senior Tower Soul!"

Mo Yang was shocked. No wonder he didn't sense any abnormal movements before. It turned out to be Tower Soul.

The tower soul silently looked at Mo Yang, shook his head slightly and said: "Not enough!"

Mo Yang frowned, puzzled, and asked: "What do you mean, senior?"

"My character is not tempered enough!" The tower soul shook his head slowly.

After hearing this, Mo Yang was silent for a while, then he laughed at himself and said, "I have lost all my cultivation now, but I have the courage to start over again. I..."

Before Mo Yang finished speaking, the tower soul said, "This alone is not enough. When your mind is clear and you truly understand the meaning of your existence, you can open the Star Emperor Tower and restore your cultivation!"

"What do you mean, senior?" Mo Yang frowned, his face was not very good.

Because from the tower soul's words, it seems that there is another reason for the disappearance of the true qi in his dantian, not as he thought.

The tower soul stood there, silently looking at Mo Yang, without explaining anything, and then his figure slowly faded away like smoke.

Mo Yang was stunned in place, and his heart was incomprehensible at this time. No wonder the true qi dissipated so strangely, and he couldn't figure out how the wisp of true qi in the dantian appeared. It turned out that the tower soul was playing tricks in secret.

The true qi in his dantian might have been drawn out by the tower soul.

But no matter how he called out, the tower spirit did not respond, and the Star Emperor Tower did not make any movement.

"Old man, you really know how to play!" Mo Yang felt like vomiting blood.