Ancient Gods

Buddhist monk Hua Heshang had put down the wine gourd in his hand without knowing when, and silently looked at the battlefield on one side of the hall.

Jianshan's chief disciple Nie Yun's wine glass stopped in front of his mouth, and all attention was attracted to it at this time.

The city lord looked at the stone chips flying on the ground, and felt a pain in his flesh. He could imagine that after this competition, this hall would have to be renovated. Now the ground was already full of holes.

However, he invited Mo Yang tonight to test Mo Yang's true identity. If Mo Yang really had an extraordinary identity, after this banquet, not only could he resolve the previous unpleasantness, but he could also establish a little relationship invisibly.

In fact, just based on his identity as a disciple of Danzong, he didn't dare to really let Mo Yang die in Wangyue City. If Mo Yang was defeated, he could stop and interrupt the competition, which would be considered as making Mo Yang owe him a favor invisibly.

At this time, Mo Yang moved forward with the Xing character scroll, and a sword energy evolved in his hand and slashed towards Meng Xianyin.

A flash of surprise flashed across Meng Xianyin's eyes. Mo Yang could actually avoid those invisible sound wave attacks, and Mo Yang's body skills were extremely magical, like a ghost, flashing and coming, and she could only see the afterimage.

However, her body did not retreat, and she was still sitting there, but at this moment, her hand suddenly shook, and two fingers plucked a string, and the divine light on the ancient zither flowed, and suddenly a dazzling light rose, turning into two intertwined killing lights that slashed towards Mo Yang.

Now that Mo Yang was close at hand, any Grandmaster cultivator would not be able to retreat in the face of such an attack.

The faces of all the Tianjiao in the seats changed slightly, and they secretly sighed that Meng Xianyin was worthy of being the direct disciple of the Pavilion Master of Xianyin Pavilion. Her strength was indeed unfathomable. How strong she was could not be guessed at all, but everyone knew that it was definitely not what was shown at present.

Mo Yang's face changed at this time. He stepped on the scroll and retreated quickly. Two killing lights almost brushed past his cheek, leaving a cut on his shoulder. The bright red blood dyed half of his shoulder red in the blink of an eye.

"Are you going to fight to the death?" Mo Yang stood there, his eyes became cold and fierce, staring at Meng Xianyin and speaking.

Meng Xianyin started to fight, and all her moves were killing moves.

"If Brother Mo likes it, it will be as you wish!" Meng Xianyin looked calm, and there was an inexplicable aura flowing through her body, like a fairy who was not stained by the world.

Her voice was also very calm, without any anger or murderous intent.

"Girl, although you are not bad, but in terms of pressing you to the ground and rubbing you, Mo should be better!" Er Gouzi said.

It stared at Mo Yang's left eye suspiciously. It felt that something was wrong with Mo Yang. Just now, there was a golden light flowing in Mo Yang's left eye. Although it was short-lived, it felt a palpitation in a trance. And that fleeting breath seemed to have been felt in the tomb of the ancient god.

"Boy, show this girl some color and teach her to be a good woman. If you don't rub her obediently, she won't know why the flowers are so red!" Er Gouzi spoke in a hoarse voice, making Meng Xianyin, who had been calm, instantly show murderous intent, and her cold eyes swept towards Er Gouzi.

It was obviously intentional. In the field of music, the state of mind is particularly important. If the state of mind is chaotic, the combat power will be greatly reduced.

"Girl, what are you looking at? Is there anything about me that attracts you?"

"Damn rogue spirit beast!" Meng Xianyin was completely furious. Her hands quickly swiped on the guqin, and two rays of light rushed up and enveloped Er Gouzi.

Mo Yang did not dare to hesitate and quickly dodged to block it.

Although Er Gouzi had no spiritual power left, it had once been very strong in cultivation, so it would not be hurt by these two attacks. However, it would inevitably expose its true situation. Once the city lord noticed it, the consequences would be disastrous.

Mo Yang took out a long sword from the ring and swung out several sword qi in succession, shaking off the two attacks.

"Fairy Meng, you can't be distracted when fighting with me, otherwise you may really be pressed to the ground by me!" Mo Yang sneered.

"I know you want to test me, so I will do as you wish!" Mo Yang spoke, and at this time his aura slowly rose, and the golden true qi flowed on his body like water waves.

At this moment, everyone in the hall changed color, because Mo Yang's cultivation aura was actually rising, and then it changed directly.

Everyone could sense that Mo Yang seemed to be more than just the peak of the Grandmaster Realm at this time, and the aura emanating from him had exceeded the scope of the Grandmaster Realm.

"Interesting, he can actually break the mirror directly in the battle!" Nie Yun from Jianshan couldn't help but speak, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, but he didn't seem to care too much, and his expression didn't change much.

There is a hurdle between the Grandmaster Realm and the War King, and I don't know how many cultivators have blocked their way. If they understand, they can break the mirror in an instant. If they can't find an opportunity, they may not be able to step into the War King even after practicing for several years or decades.

"It's only been more than a month since I first met him. At that time, he was only the second level of the Grandmaster Realm!" The flower monk from the Buddhist Sect put down the wine gourd and said this.

All the cultivators at the banquet frowned and fell silent.

It took only one month to step into the War King from the second level of the Grandmaster Realm. Even if there was an opportunity in the middle, this cultivation speed was enough to scare people.

When Mo Yang left Xuantian Holy Land, he was ambushed by an elder of the Holy Land on the way. He hid in the Star Emperor Tower for a month, and then met this flower monk for the first time in an inn. Obviously, the flower monk saw through Mo Yang's cultivation at that time.

"Brother Bai Fan, how much do you know about this person?" A young man from an unknown force couldn't help but ask Monk Hua.

However, the flower monk named Bai Fan looked indifferent, and did not speak, but just shook his head slightly.

He sat there, even if he looked towards the direction of the battle from time to time, but he always gave people a feeling of being detached from the world, just like a pure spectator, as if no matter who lived or died, it was difficult for him to have any waves in his heart.

Feeling the rising and changing aura of Mo Yang, Er Gouzi curled his lips with disdain. Mo Yang had only broken through to the War King Realm at such an age. In his opinion, this talent was really not commendable, because he knew some secrets of Mo Yang. In that mysterious stone tower, there was more than one treasure left by the emperor.

"What's the situation with this kid? Logically speaking, it is in line with common sense to at least reach the Saint Realm. With so many treasures on his body, why does it seem to suppress his talent..." He whispered to himself in confusion.

At this time, Meng Xianyin was also shocked. Although she was not afraid of Mo Yang stepping into the War King, this situation was what she least wanted to see. She had intended to kill Mo Yang, and now she had fought with him, and she actually helped Mo Yang, allowing Mo Yang to break the mirror directly in the battle.

The anger on her face became more and more intense, and her palm brushed across the guqin, and the sound of the guqin changed suddenly.

She obviously wanted to stop Mo Yang from breaking through. The sound waves came out, as if they were carrying some kind of magic, and they seemed to be able to control people's minds invisibly.

But at this time, Mo Yang was very strange. The golden air waves flowed around him, forming a light golden space, as if he was shrouded in it. His body was like a pure land that was invulnerable to all things. The sound waves swept away and were all blocked outside.

Meng Xianyin was surprised and angry when she saw this scene, but she did not continue to take action, because she could no longer stop it. Mo Yang's aura changed too quickly, and now he has jumped onto the War King.

She sighed lightly, and then her face returned to calmness.

She vaguely understood that Mo Yang's rogue pet seemed to have deliberately angered her and disturbed her mood.

"Boom..."

At this moment, Mo Yang suddenly trembled all over, and a trace of pain appeared on his face. Then, as if he could not control his left eye, he suddenly opened it, and a golden beam of light shot out, like a sword sweeping across the hall, and smoke and dust rose in the hall.

Everywhere his eyes swept, everything was destroyed, stone chips flew, smoke and dust rose, and a terrifying groove spread rapidly, from the ground to the wall, and then to the top of the hall. The whole hall seemed to be cut in half in an instant.

Meng Xianyin, who had just regained her calm, was surprised again. This scene was beyond her understanding. What kind of means was this?

Just as she was surprised, Mo Yang roared again with a little pain, and his left eye opened, and a golden beam of light shot out.

Meng Xianyin's face changed drastically, and she quickly put away her guqin. She flashed and dodged the golden beam of light at a high speed. Although she retreated immediately, a large part of her skirt was cut off, and her slender white thighs were faintly visible.

In the hall, everyone was shocked, and the city lord couldn't help but stand up. His cultivation had reached the extraordinary realm, but at this moment, he actually felt a sense of panic in his heart. That feeling was indescribable, but it made him feel uneasy.

Er Gouzi was the most surprised. He stared at Mo Yang's left eye and bit off a large piece of the wine jar that was close to his mouth. He looked gnashing his teeth and whispered, "Damn you, I knew you must have got a great opportunity in that ancient tomb. I was wondering where the rumored power went. So many cultivators went in, but none of them returned empty-handed... It turned out that you secretly embezzled it!"

"Damn you, I still treat you as a brother, but you ate alone without telling me. No wonder you asked me about the ancient god again and again after coming out of the secret realm..."

Er Gouzi was a little angry. He was trapped in the tomb for five hundred years and was not unfamiliar with the breath of the ancient god. He had doubts before, but now he was completely sure that there was a power hidden in the secret realm, which must have been obtained by Mo Yang, because the brilliant light shot out of Mo Yang's eyes at this time was no longer an ordinary power.

Even Nie Yun from Jianshan and Bai Fan from Fozong stood up. From the scene in front of them, it seemed that there was a very strong power hidden in Mo Yang's body, and it was beyond his control, because Mo Yang's face was a little ferocious, struggling, with a bit of pain, and roaring from time to time.

Mo Yang himself never expected that his cultivation would break through, and his eyes would change accordingly. Driven by the power in his body, it was as if a seal on his eyes was opened, and a few drops of blood were shaken out.

As in the ancient tomb, the blood merged into his body, and his whole body seemed to be torn apart.

However, this time he did not reshape his body. The burning sensation in his body lasted for about an incense stick of time and then began to subside, and then his left eye gradually returned to calm.

The hall was silent, and all eyes were on Mo Yang.

The night breeze blew past, pouring in from the cracks in the wall, lifting Mo Yang's black hair.

The smoke and dust fell, and Mo Yang stood there silently, and slowly opened his eyes after a few breaths.

At this moment, everyone was terrified, especially when Mo Yang turned around and looked at them, everyone's expression was tense.

"Boy, please control yourself!" Er Gouzi was a little uneasy, and hurriedly reminded him that the power left by the ancient god was extraordinary. Even if there was only a trace left, it could destroy countless strong men.

Mo Yang let out a long breath, then showed a suspicious look on his face, and asked everyone: "Why are you looking at me like this? I said, I don't like men, don't hit on me!"

The city lord almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. He was stunned. Even if he brought an extremely weird rogue spiritual pet, Mo Yang didn't seem to be normal.

Bai Fan from the Buddha Sect frowned slightly, without much expression change on his face, and said, "Congratulations to Brother Mo for your breakthrough in cultivation!"

Nie Yun was stunned for a moment, and was also confused by Mo Yang's words. After coming back to his senses, he said: "Mo Yang is indeed an extraordinary person!"

Meng Xianyin stood not far away, still holding the guqin in her hands, her expression changing. Mo Yang gave her a too mysterious feeling. She thought that this battle could test Mo Yang's depth, but in the end it became more and more unclear. , Mo Yang’s identity becomes more and more mysterious.

"Girl, shall we continue the fight?" Mo Yang looked at Meng Xianyin whose expression was changing, a faint smile appeared on his face again, and he asked.

"My little friend, it's just a competition. That's all. My understanding is extraordinary. I can actually break the mirror and become the king in a competition. But this is also thanks to the friends of Xianyin Pavilion. It's just a competition. Why hurt your harmony!" The city lord spoke hurriedly. If he took action, the result would be unpredictable.

No matter who died in Wangyue City, he could not escape the relationship. After all, Xianyin Pavilion was not an ordinary force. If the pavilion master's direct disciple was killed at the city lord's banquet, Wangyue City would be reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Mo is really amazing!" A faint smile appeared on Meng Xianyin's face, and she spoke calmly as if everything before had never happened.

She has a delicate mind, and now Mo Yang makes her more and more opaque, and she cannot figure out his strength. Naturally, she does not want to continue fighting with Mo Yang. If the two of them fight to the death, even if she can really kill Mo Yang in the end, I am afraid she will not be able to do it. There is a huge price to pay. Although she still has many means at her disposal, Mo Yang also has many means, and the techniques he practices are not simple.

The smile on the corner of Mo Yang's mouth was full of amusement, and he glanced at Meng Xianyin unscrupulously, and said: "Okay, but next time we meet, Meng Fairy must be prepared, I really want to rub against each other. you!"

After finishing speaking, looking at Meng Xianyin's uncertain face, Mo Yang laughed loudly and said to Er Gouzi: "Er Gouzi, let's go!"