Ancient Gods

Mo Yang looked at Xia Fengliu speechlessly, and the guy said nonchalantly: "Brother Mo, after passing this village, there is no such store. Haven't you seen it yet? Qin Xue seems to have secretly made a promise to you. , are you so indifferent?"

Mo Yang's forehead was covered with black lines, and he teased: "Didn't you get beaten by her? Why, are you not afraid of her now?"

Xia Fengliu's face was not red, and his heart was not beating, and he said: "Brother Dog Chang Yun, failure is the mother of success, and the ancients also said that a good man will not fight with a woman!"

Mo Yang couldn't help but laugh. This guy and Er Gouzi have been together for a long time, and his behavior is becoming more and more like Er Gouzi.

Er Gouzi lay lazily on Mo Yang's shoulder. This guy has not yet completely recovered from his injuries, and the residual murderous aura in his body has always made him feel a little sick.

"Dirty boy, when did you ever say such a thing?"

"Brother Dog, it's not important whether you said it before. What's important is that you said it right!"

Mo Yang pondered slightly and asked Xia Fengliu: "Are you really thinking about going to the Central Territory with us?"

"You should know that in the Central Territory, I have as many enemies as in the Eastern Territory. If you walk with me, your life will be at risk!"

What Mo Yang said was true. He looked very serious at this time. He had been hunted down many times in the Central Territory.

"When I returned to Piaomiao Peak, I told my master that he asked me to practice more with you. This is a good thing and will help me grow!"

Xia Fengliu's words stunned Mo Yang and Er Gouzi.

Nowadays, he has a good reputation in the Eastern Region, but in the eyes of many cultivators, he is a person who practices demonic arts, like a god of plague, and many cultivators are unwilling to get close to him.

Especially after offending the Xuanyuan family and angering the powerful Tai Huang Sect in the ruins of the Tiandao Divine Dynasty.

"Dirty boy, your master must be your biological father. He is so kind to you!" Although Er Gouzi was a little nervous, he was also a little stunned after hearing Xia Fengliu's words.

After all, training disciples is not this kind of exercise.

Mo Yang didn't know what to say at this time, he was stunned, and said: "Then let's go!"

Although he rarely left the inn during this period of time, he knew very well that there must be many pairs of eyes watching him in the dark, paying attention to his every move.

And just as they turned to leave, an old man and a child appeared not far from them.

"Who are you? I thought I would use your essence and blood to deduce, but after seeing through your identity, why did I see a ruined battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood..."

This person was the fortune teller who had approached Mo Yang a few days ago. At this time, he had a complicated look on his face and silently stared at Mo Yang's back.

That day in the inn, he secretly extracted a drop of Mo Yang's blood. He originally wanted to find out Mo Yang's identity, but after several days of deduction, he actually saw a terrifying battlefield with only corpses on the ground.

"Master, who is he? Why do I feel that he is very powerful? He seems to be more powerful than Master!"

The child next to the fortune teller was fair and clean, and looked like a porcelain doll, but his eyes were different from those of ordinary people, as if there were talismans floating in his eyes.

The divine fortune teller frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask: "What else can you see?"

After hearing this, the child stared at Mo Yang attentively, and there seemed to be thousands of runes evolving in his eyes. After a moment, a trace of paleness appeared on his little face, and he said: "There seem to be several barriers, I can't see clearly... …”

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the fortune teller. When he saw that the child's face turned pale, he hurriedly asked the child to stop.

According to records in ancient books, the little boy is a born spiritual child. He is born with clairvoyance and can see things that ordinary people cannot see. He is the successor of the mantle found by the divine fortune teller.

Mo Yang also felt something. After walking not far, he frowned and turned back, but the fortune teller had already left with the child.

"Brother Mo, what's wrong?"

Xia Fengliu looked back suspiciously and asked.

Ancient God Mo Yang's left eye glanced into the distance, then his face changed slightly, and he said: "It's him..."

"who?"

Xia Fengliu immediately became alert and kept staring behind him, but he couldn't see anything.

Mo Yang didn't speak, because when he urged the ancient god to look with his left eye, the fortune teller didn't look back, but the child held by the fortune teller turned to look at him and looked at him.

Mo Yang was shocked. When the child looked at him, his eyes were densely covered with lines, as if a strong man was peering at him, as if all the secrets in his body were exposed.

Ergouzi also looked back suspiciously and asked, "Boy, what are you looking at?"

Mo Yang frowned and turned back. When he was looking through the ancient books from the Tiandao Shen Dynasty, he had seen some records. There were people who were born with wise eyes and could see things that ordinary people could not see. There was a name for this in the ancient books, called a soul boy.

"Does the soul boy really exist?"

Mo Yang frowned and whispered.

Xia Fengliu frowned and asked, "What soul boy, Brother Mo, what are you talking about?"

The look in Ergouzi's eyes changed slightly, and the vertical eyes on his forehead opened, and he looked behind him, but he could no longer see anything at this time.

"Boy, what did you just see?"

Mo Yang told what happened just now, and both Er Gouzi and Xia Fengliu changed their expressions.

How could a child...

"If it's really the senior fortune teller, then he can't be wrong. I'm afraid he's the successor he's looking for!" Xia Fengliu said.

He glanced at Mo Yang with a complicated expression. Maybe the fortune teller was targeting Mo Yang. This was not a good thing.

…

The subsequent trip went smoothly and no other problems occurred.

Half a month passed in a flash, and the two men and one beast finally arrived in the Central Region.

In the past half month, Mo Yang has practiced all the twelve layers of Misty Rain, and his cultivation has also broken through to the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm.

According to the classification of cultivation, if he can make one more step forward, he will be able to break away from the mundane world, truly transcend the ordinary and become a saint.

However, Mo Yang was worried that it might not be so easy. According to his previous realm, when the Transcendent Realm is perfected, he is afraid that he will open another spiritual palace.

"The master is back again, kid, should we go to Xuantian Holy Land to see Sister Yao first, or go to Xianyin Pavilion to see Miss Meng first?" Er Gouzi took a few big gulps of air and squinted his big eyes.

During this period, I don't know how many elixirs he has taken, and the murderous aura in his body has been eliminated. Not only has his cultivation not been damaged, but it has improved a lot. This guy is alive and kicking again.

Mo Yang shook his head speechlessly and said, "I've been away for so long, let's see what's going on first!"

When he came back here, Mo Yang couldn't help but think of everything when he left. He looked at the southern part of the continent from afar, recalled the tombstones of the Ten Thousand Gods, and the familiar yet unfamiliar face. It felt like a big dream...

I just don't know when I can go to the Ten Thousand Gods again.