Ancient Gods

Mo Yang was a little surprised. He had not yet arrived at Tianhen Mountain, but he had already seen several unfamiliar faces. He had never seen these young cultivators before, but their cultivation was not weak at all, not inferior to those Tianjiao he had known before.

There was no doubt that what the Saint of Xichi said was true. Xuantian Continent seemed to be withered on the surface, but in fact, there were still many mysterious forces hidden in the dark.

What surprised Mo Yang was that these mysterious forces had never revealed any clues before, and there were probably very few people on the continent who knew of their existence.

After silently looking at them for a few times, Mo Yang retracted his gaze.

The Saint of Yaochi walked forward silently. She naturally noticed those people, but she didn't seem surprised or care at all.

As they got closer and closer to Tianhen Mountain, more and more cultivators came into sight. In addition to the cultivators, there were also many ordinary people who came to watch the battle, but most people didn't dare to get too close to Tianhen Mountain.

Mo Yang stopped several miles away. He looked up and could clearly see the Tianhen Mountain. It used to be a towering peak, but after a great war in some era, only half of the mountain was left.

At a glance, several figures could be seen, with silver hair that was very conspicuous, sitting cross-legged on the Tianhen Mountain.

Mo Yang frowned and looked around silently, but did not approach, because he did not come here to fight today, but to watch the battle here.

Mo Yang glanced at the distance and said to Yao Chi Saint: "Wife, let's go to that mountain to watch the battle. It's not far away and has a wide view, just right!"

Yao Chi Saint frowned, her cheeks flushed slightly, and said: "There are many people here, don't shout!"

Mo Yang chuckled and said: "Okay, wife!"

Yao Chi Saint: "..."

The two came to the green mountain. Mo Yang found a suitable place to watch the battle. With a wave of his hand, he took out a chair from the ring and said to Yao Chi Saint: "Wife, you are pregnant now, you can't stand for a long time, sit down and rest!"

Yao Chi Saint was a little confused, because Mo Yang then stuffed two spiritual fruits into her hands, but she just felt the fragrance, and even she didn't know what spiritual fruits they were.

As time passed, more and more cultivators arrived, and a large crowd of people had gathered around Tianhen Mountain. I don't know how many there were.

Mo Yang silently activated the left eye of the ancient god, and scanned the crowd. He saw the four-legged dragon and the sneaky Er Gouzi. The two guys were on another hill. Er Gouzi pointed and talked, and it was unknown what he was saying.

In another direction, Mo Yang saw a familiar figure, who turned out to be Qin Xue, whom he had not seen for several years.

Qin Xue was the prodigy of the Misty Rain Tower in the East Region. He had fought with him several times. After not seeing him for several years, at first glance, her body became more and more plump and enchanting, and even Mo Yang couldn't help but smack his lips.

Some things are indeed born, and some people are always so different. At a glance, even if there are several women around them, she can be noticed instantly.

Mo Yang observed silently, but he did not find Yu Yao's figure, which made him feel a little disappointed.

"Many people should not have arrived yet, so why are you so anxious!" The Saint of Yaochi glanced at Mo Yang and said this lightly.

Mo Yang was speechless for a while. The Saint of Yao Chi was secretly spying on his thoughts again.

"Ahem, wife, I am your husband after all. You spy on my thoughts like this. Don't I have any face?" He said speechlessly.

The Saint of Yao Chi glanced at Mo Yang and said nothing.

Many cultivators came to the mountain where they were. Although they saw the Saint of Yao Chi sitting on a chair, they looked ordinary now and no one paid attention to them. Many cultivators focused their attention on Tianhen Mountain.

"The damn ancient race, relying on its own strength, sent a few young juniors to challenge our human race. Such a great shame is really unbearable!" An old cultivator was very angry and spoke angrily.

Although the words were angry, there was also a strong sense of helplessness in the tone. Everyone knew that these ancient races seemed not to be able to fight against the human race.

"I see many Tianjiao have come. I don't know what will happen today..." Someone spoke.

"The prodigies of these ancient races are extremely terrifying. I sensed them secretly before, but I couldn't detect their cultivation at all. Ordinary human prodigies may not be able to compete with them. I don't know if those people have come!"

"If that madman Mo Yang was still here, with his talent, he might be able to resist one or two. It's a pity that I heard that the guy had problems with his practice and died a few years ago."

"I heard someone say that he might not be dead, and he might be practicing hard in seclusion!"

"That guy deserves it. The entire Xuantian Continent, from the west to the central region to the east region, has harmed several saints. It is against the will of heaven that he should not die!"

"More than a few saints, I have heard of two slaps alone!"

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There were discussions all around, and Mo Yang and Yao Chi Saint listened silently. Mo Yang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He couldn't help rubbing his forehead. The news that he fell was released by Er Gouzi, the scumbag. The key is that there are still many people who believe it, and now it has spread everywhere.

The Saint of Yaochi glanced at Mo Yang, who shook his head with a bitter face and said in a voice transmission: "Wife, don't believe it. These are all rumors spread by the world. Don't you know me? Am I that kind of person?"

At this time, there was a cry of surprise from the side, and everyone was staring at a figure under the mountain. Mo Yang frowned and saw that it was Bai Fan from the Buddhist sect.

As before, he was wearing a monk's robe, with a bald head and a wine gourd hanging around his waist. He came to the back of the crowd as if there was no one else around, then stopped and silently looked at Tianhen Mountain.

Mo Yang had some doubts in his heart. Previously, several strong men from Taixu Mountain forced the door of the Buddha Sect to open. He didn't know what happened next. Today, when Bai Fan comes, he doesn't know if he will take action.

Among all the geniuses of the race he saw today, Bai Fan was the one with the strongest cultivation.

At this time, Mo Yang scanned the dark crowd and noticed nearly ten people. Although those people had a reserved aura, Mo Yang could tell at a glance that those people were unusual.

The Saint of Yaochi was also observing silently, frowning slightly from time to time, but did not say anything.

At some point, the noise around him disappeared instantly and became completely quiet. Mo Yang looked towards Tianhen Mountain and saw a silver-haired young man rising slowly into the air, standing in mid-air and coldly scanning the crowds in all directions.

"The battle invitation has been issued, the genius of the human race, who will be the first to take action?"

The silver-haired young man stood in mid-air, and when he spoke, sound waves rolled in, causing the void around him to tremble.