Ancient Gods

After entering the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang was still in shock.

Recalling the scene just now, he still had a trace of fear in his heart. At that time, he was only one step away from death.

If he didn't have this token, he might really be dead this time.

"Don't make this mistake again in the future. When you encounter an invincible enemy, it is important to save your life first!" He secretly warned himself.

But at this time, he was not worried about anything. In the Star Emperor Tower, he was no longer in danger.

Unless a great emperor took action, it would be impossible to break this tower.

He took out a few healing pills and swallowed them, then meditated and practiced qigong to heal his wounds.

Although he was only swept by a ray of aftermath just now, his blood and qi were shaking all over his body, and he felt that his internal organs were broken by force. Obviously, the injury was not light.

At the same time, the middle-aged man outside roared a few times. The wound on his chest almost split his chest open, leaving a blood hole that was transparent from front to back. Although this injury was nothing to him, he was really angry because he didn't catch Mo Yang.

This failure was also because he was too greedy. Originally, Mo Yang had no chance of survival. If he didn't want to get the body movement secret technique directly from Mo Yang, he would have enough time to kill Mo Yang when he imprisoned Mo Yang.

At this time, he concentrated his mind and sensed that Mo Yang's breath had dissipated completely. Within a radius of several miles, no abnormality could be felt.

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In the Star Emperor Tower, time passed silently. The Star Emperor Sutra was worthy of being an ancient sutra of the Great Emperor. In just half an hour, with the help of those healing pills, Mo Yang felt that his injuries had almost recovered.

At this time, he carefully looked at the Ganzong token. This token was secretly put into his ring when the sixth senior sister robbed his silver bills, and she didn't mention anything about this token.

However, judging from what happened before, there is no doubt that there are some means hidden in this token.

"The old man of Gan Zong still has some conscience and knows to leave me some means to save my life, otherwise I will really be dead this time."

"I don't know where that old man is. He wants to get rid of me with a broken skill. He is fooling your uncle. When I see him, I have to find a way to rob that old liar. I will cheat him as much as I can, otherwise it will be too cheap for him!"

After fiddling with it for a long time, Mo Yang did not find anything special about this token. If there is anything special, it is that the material is very special and extremely hard.

He did not dare to leave the Star Emperor Tower directly at this time. He was worried that the elder of Xuantian Holy Land was still guarding outside. After thinking about it, he went directly to the third floor of the stone tower to meditate and practice.

The spiritual energy here is dense, which is much stronger than those cultivation treasures in the outside world. What he is least afraid of is wasting time, because in the Star Emperor Tower, it will not delay his practice at all.

Just as Mo Yang expected, in the outside world, the elder of Xuantian Holy Land did not leave. He sat cross-legged on a mountaintop not far away, and he had set up several formations at the place where Mo Yang disappeared before.

He was also waiting for Mo Yang to come out.

But as time passed, the middle-aged man became more and more puzzled.

One day, two days, three days...

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, and there was no movement there.

Not to mention Mo Yang, there was not even a slight fluctuation.

"What's the situation? Even if the space for the strong to sacrifice can accommodate the real body, it is impossible to stay for so long. Could it be that the boy has other means and has sneaked away secretly?"

The middle-aged man's injuries have recovered, but there are still dried blood stains on his robes. At this time, he frowned and whispered, his face full of doubts.

But he was obviously unwilling to leave, and still sat cross-legged on the mountaintop silently.

Until the tenth day, the middle-aged man could not wait any longer.

He had been concentrating on watching these days, but there was no abnormality at all. It seemed that Mo Yang had really left long ago.

"We must find him as soon as possible. Getting the great emperor's treasure is an opportunity to see the invincibility. We must not let that treasure fall into the hands of others!"

The middle-aged man said to himself coldly, then raised his hand to remove the two magic arrays, and his figure disappeared here in a flash.

On the third floor of the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang sat cross-legged on the worn-out cushion, just like an old monk in meditation, and this sitting lasted for a month.

The rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth continued to penetrate into his body. In this case, he would not feel hungry even if he did not eat for a year.

The huge ancient tree behind him was lush and green, and the leaves were dripping with light. You could see a ray of light flowing faintly. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowing in this layer of the stone tower all came from this mysterious ancient tree.

That day, Mo Yang woke up slowly. He didn't know that he had comprehended the war scroll at all. This sitting lasted for a whole month.

"It should have been several days. I wonder if that bastard elder is still here..." Mo Yang whispered to himself.

In his own feeling, it seemed that many days had passed.

And he could feel that the true energy in his body had grown stronger than before.

Mo Yang thought about it and carefully concentrated his mind to feel it, but now his mind could not penetrate the stone tower at all, and he could not sense the situation outside in the stone tower.

"No matter what, go out quietly to see, I can't hide here forever!"

When Mo Yang left the Star Emperor Tower and came to the outside world, he found that there was nothing unusual at all, and from the color of the bloodstains left by the previous battle, it seemed that a long time had passed, and it was impossible that only a few days had passed.

"Could it be that a long time has passed..." Mo Yang concentrated his mind and felt carefully, and there was peace all around.

"Let's leave here first!"

Mo Yang rushed into a forest with the scroll of characters, hid in the forest and carved a teleportation array.

In the evening, Mo Yang came to a small town and stayed in an inn in the town.

The inn provides food and accommodation, and the first floor is a place for guests to eat.

When Mo Yang walked into the inn, he actually saw a monk eating in the corner, holding a wine jar in one hand and half a roasted chicken in the other. He was eating vigorously and his mouth was full of oil.

Although there are many temples in Xuantian Continent, the monk in front of him is a little different.

There is a gold border embroidered on the monk's robe, which is a special mark. Mo Yang has read the records about the Buddhist sect in the Xuantian Holy Land Library, and that mark is the unique mark of the Buddhist sect.

The Buddhist sect is the most orthodox inheritance of the Buddhist lineage. Under normal circumstances, the disciples of this great power will hardly walk in the secular world.

Moreover, the Buddhist law is extremely strict. The real disciples of the Buddhist sect must naturally observe the precepts and cannot drink and eat meat.

But the man in front of him was different.

And when Mo Yang was concentrating on looking at him, the monk seemed to have noticed it at that time, and glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

However, the monk seemed to not care about the strange looks and discussions around him at all. He was still drinking and eating meat as if no one was around.

"This person should be a disciple of the Buddhist sect. His cultivation must be very strong. I can't even sense it... It's just that this style... This person is a bit weird!"

Mo Yang thought secretly in his heart, and then he didn't pay much attention. He sat down in another corner and asked the waiter for a pot of sake and a few dishes.

Then Mo Yang secretly felt it several times. The only feeling that the monk gave him was that he was very strong, but he still couldn't sense his cultivation at all.

The reason why Mo Yang paid attention to the monk was that he was a little puzzled.

Logically speaking, the Buddhist sect was very far away from here, and it was impossible for the disciples of the Buddhist sect to appear here.