Ancient Gods

After about a cup of tea, the place was completely quiet.

Mo Yang stood with his hands behind his back, looking around the battlefield. The battle did not last long, and it was not even fierce, but everything within a radius of dozens of miles was destroyed.

"I really can't imagine if the entire continent can withstand it if an emperor-level strongman takes action..."

Mo Yang sighed lightly, and couldn't help but think of the ancient secret realm. It used to be a vast and boundless continent, but it was destroyed in the war. Now there is no one there, and I don't know how many lives have been buried.

One day, will this Xuantian Continent be the same as the ancient secret realm? After all, an emperor-level war is likely to break out here.

The middle-aged man in Chixu Ridge has fallen, his soul power has been completely shattered, and his life force has been completely wiped out. As for the old man, Mo Yang couldn't pay attention to his life or death, but he was taken into the Six Paths Diagram, and his fate was determined.

Even if the old man didn't fall in a short time, he wouldn't live long in the Six Paths Diagram.

At this moment, a chill enveloped him. Mo Yang's face changed slightly. He looked up at the sky. Although there was nothing there, it seemed as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at him.

He didn't say anything. His figure flashed and he entered the Star Emperor Tower directly. The strong men of Chixuling were still paying attention to him. He didn't know what Chixuling would do next, but Mo Yang knew that Chixuling would not stop until he killed him.

After solving the two powerful enemies, Mo Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't dare to delay and came to the fifth floor of the Star Emperor Tower. He sat down cross-legged and began to regulate his breath.

His injuries were actually very serious, especially the injuries to his soul power. He had to recover as soon as possible, and his cultivation had reached the realm of creation, so he also needed to stabilize it as soon as possible.

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Time passed silently. Mo Yang regulated his breath and healed his injuries in the Star Emperor Tower. In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, but the injuries to his soul power had not been completely recovered.

The injury of the soul is different from other injuries. Although Mo Yang used lightning to temper his soul in the thunder tribulation before, and the injury was indeed healed a lot at that time, it would take time to recover afterwards.

After he finished his work and stood up, he sighed lightly. After so long of adjusting his breath and recovering, he realized that the injury to his soul power this time was much more serious than he thought. It was the killing intention of the emperor-level strongman. It was impossible to recover in a short time.

"Refine a few pills for the injury of soul power and see. I don't know what the next move of Chixu Ridge will be. I'd better wait until the injury of the soul is completely healed before going out!" Mo Yang thought for a long time and whispered to himself.

After making up his mind, Mo Yang came to the second floor of the Xinghuang Tower, took out some treasured medicinal materials, and began to refine pills.

In the outside world, it still looked calm on the surface. The battle in the wild ancient land ended without the knowledge of the world. No one knew that the battle between the ancient race and the human race had already begun.

And in the fog where the ancient race was entrenched, it was no longer peaceful.

Especially in Chixu Ridge, strong men have fallen one after another. Although there are several emperor-level strong men in this ancient land, such a loss is also extremely shocking to them. If there were no emperor-level strong men, the fallen strong men would be the foundation of Chixu Ridge.

During this period of time, not only Chixu Ridge has been making frequent moves, but Chaos Dragon Pool is also ready to take action.

And other ancient lands of ancient races seem to be preparing, and they seem to be brewing a shocking storm invisibly.

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Time passed silently, and another month passed in a blink of an eye. After refining a lot of holy medicines and precious pills, and taking the Creation Fairy Dew every day, Mo Yang's damaged soul power was finally restored.

After the soul power was completely restored, his cultivation stabilized at the middle stage of the second stage of the Creation Realm.

Such cultivation is already very strong among the younger generation no matter which continent it is placed on, even compared with the mysterious force where Yuan Qi is, it is not weak.

But facing those old antiques, it is not good enough after all.

After his soul power was restored, Mo Yang remembered Xuan Ling in the third floor of the Star Emperor Tower. He frowned slightly, and his figure flashed to the third floor.

After so long, Xuan Ling's injuries had long recovered. Although she was severely injured when she blocked the thunder tribulation for Mo Yang, she also benefited from it. Her cultivation had improved a lot and she had reached the peak of the third level of the Creation Realm.

Mo Yang now didn't know how to deal with this royal family member who was once in Taixu Mountain. If he forced her to leave, it seemed a bit inappropriate.

Xuan Ling was sitting cross-legged silently. Mo Yang sensed her for a moment from more than ten meters away, but did not disturb her practice, and then left silently.

After he left, Xuan Ling opened her eyes, with a complex look in her eyes, and then let out a barely audible sigh.

Mo Yang left the Star Emperor Tower directly, and then opened the teleportation array to leave the ancient land of the wilderness.

After so long, he planned to see the situation outside.

He went all the way from the East Region to the Central Region and found that the outside world was unusually calm. As before, he did not see any strong figures of the ancient race.

"So many ancient races and ancient lands are really patient. Are these old things so afraid of death?" Mo Yang said coldly.

Because if the supreme beings of those ancient races showed up to kill him, no matter what the result was, it would be a great loss to them, because if they left the ancient lands where they hibernated, in this era where emperors could not live forever, they would directly bear the oppression of the laws of heaven, just like the nameless strongmen. If they kept walking outside, they would not live long.

Mo Yang stayed in the Central Region for several days, and then went south all the way to the Southern Wilderness.

He did not hide his aura, but in the past few days, he did not sense any strong people spying on him, and the places he walked through were unusually quiet.

Just a few days later, Mo Yang walked into a small town in the Southern Wilderness and saw a figure that did not belong here.

Among the pedestrians, Mo Yang actually saw the white-clothed woman who had fought with him in the Wilderness before. This person appeared in the Wilderness with Yuan Xiao, and after Yuan Xiao fell, this person fled and there was no trace. She actually appeared here.

At first, Mo Yang was still a little bit unbelievable. After all, there was an ancient secret realm between the Wilderness and the Xuantian Continent, which was not something that anyone could cross.

But after Mo Yang restrained his aura and sensed it silently, he confirmed that this person was the white-clothed woman. Although the other party had hidden her cultivation, Mo Yang remembered her aura very clearly and could never make a mistake.

The white-clothed woman did not find Mo Yang, and Mo Yang did not take it lightly. He immediately used the Hua Zi Scroll to change his appearance and completely changed his own aura.

The other party was in the open, while he was in the dark, so he could take the initiative.

Although Mo Yang was no longer afraid of the woman in white, he did not dare to act rashly. The other party suddenly appeared on the Xuantian Continent. God knows whether she was alone or accompanied by other strong people.